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December 7th, 2024
Charlotte, NC
On Camera
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The cameras begin to roll. It is dusk outside as the sun is beginning to give way to the night sky. The calm, quiet, and eerie silence is broken when footsteps can be heard, signaling the approach of someone. It isn’t long until we see the monstrous, imposing figure of “The Assassin” Clyde Sutter and his beautiful girlfriend, Melinda Braddock, entering the view from the right. The Assassin’s long black hair is slicked back into a tidy style and a neatly trimmed beard. He exudes confidence through his smug grin. He is sporting a black leather jacket with multiple zippers and textured details, giving it a rugged, stylish look. The jacket has a high-quality finish, with a slight sheen. Beneath the jacket, he wears a crisp white button-up shirt with an open collar, adding a touch of elegance to his outfit. His hands are clasped in front of him, showcasing a relaxed and approachable posture. Melinda stands closely next to him wearing a black turtleneck top with high waisted black shorts with a draped tailored gray blazer casually resting over her shoulders. Her hosiery is bold and alluring, consisting of black thigh-high stockings held up with garter straps, creating a statement contrast against the outfit’s structured elements. Her footwear features sleek, shiny black patent leather boots with a knee-high length. These boots have a pointed toe and gold accents on the heel.
“It is called Fatal Fortunes for a reason.” Melinda Braddock begins with her melodica voice breaking the silence. A smug, almost condescending smirk on her face. “The two weeks when anything can happen and everything is decided by the spin of a wheel…or more appropriately, decided by fate. No one should be surprised when something when Fate decides to throw you a curve ball and yet it never fails that the masses are rocked to the core by an unexpected return.” The beautiful blonde looks lovingly up at Clyde. She then turns her attention back to the camera and winks. “Then again, I can understand why the people would be upset at this man’s return. Now you are all put on notice.”
“Surprise!” A bellowing laugh escapes Clyde’s throat. The intimidating Assassin shakes his head. “Ah but therein lies the problem, none of you should have been surprised. It should not have come as a surprise to any of you that I would make my return one day to Supreme Championship Wrestling. A man of my unique gifts and abilities was meant to thrive in this business. Admittedly my last stint with this company did not go as planned and it would be far too easy to simply blame my former manager Mason Van Stanton. He is a known con artist. He only has his own interests at heart. He is a selfish man who would throw his own mother under the bus to gain an advantage. I could easily blame him for my past failure in SCW and most would find no fault in my excuse. But that’s all it is…it is an excuse and I am not the man to make excuses. Instead of making excuses I took my time away from this company to do some introspection. I looked into the mirror to find my own faults, to look at my own errors, and I worked to correct them. The individual you last saw walking the hallowed halls of SCW was an uncontrollable monster. Now?” He pauses for dramatic effect as a smirk forms upon his face.
“I am still a monster. That much has not changed. What has changed, what is different, is the fact that I am now under control. I am focused. My rage, my wrath, no longer will it be random. It will be deliberate and strategic. I am not some random force of nature like a hurricane or an earthquake. I am something far worse and everyone in this company should sit up, take notice, and recognize the threat that each and every single one of them is under. I am an equal opportunity weapon of mass destruction that threatens anyone who stands in opposition to me. No one is safe.” He shakes his head. “No one. And I am no longer that monster who is beholden to a scrawny snake oil salesman. I am beholden only to the one being who transformed my life for the better, the being that helped me focus, who helped me to channel my rage and anger…” a sneer forms upon the face of Sutter.
“...I am beholden to Fate. Yes, fate is my mistress, fate is what I obey. I obey the will of fate. We are all at the mercy of fate. Realizing this divine truth helped me to calm down, it helped me to focus my wrath, my violence, on executing those who stand in opposition to fate. I can focus on executing those whom fate has decided to end. Fate is the divine ruler of us all, especially in the world of professional wrestling. That is my doctrine, my belief, and fate determined that I would one day return to SCW. Fate had determined that I had too much talent be wasted away anywhere else. Thus it was never a matter of IF I would return to SCW but WHEN I would return to SCW and those who choose to be surprised at my return, well, you are just deluded or dumb, or maybe you simply refuse to see the divine truth that stares you in the face? The divine truth that is fate itself.”
Melinda Braddock runs her hand across Clyde’s chest. The Assassin leans over and kisses her on her lips lovingly in front of the camera, displaying his affection for this woman, the only figure other than ‘Fate’ that he has such a passion for. Melinda looks at the camera and smirks knowingly.
“Me and Fate sometimes fight for number one in this man’s eyes. But that’s ok. Clyde knows I provide something that fate cannot.” She kisses him again. “Right, babe?”
“Yes, my love.”
“And Supreme Championship Wrestling…” Melinda grins from ear to ear “...he always knew he would return. That was never in question. The question was always WHEN he would return.”
“Yes, I knew I would one day return to SCW, but I had to change…which I did. Then my return depended on timing and of course I would choose Fatal Fortunes as the date and time of my return to SCW. The two weeks when the entire SCW roster is full and completely at the mercy of fate, it is the appropriate and most perfect time for me to return and make my impact. It was the perfect time to introduce myself to a brand new generation of SCW wrestlers and remind everyone else of who the hell I am.” The Assassin winks at the camera.
“Hello, Ms. Braddock…I am sure you remember me very well now after that beating I gave you on Breakdown. I must say it was a pleasure to do business with you yet again. You escaped with your championship only because fate allowed it but you did not walk away under your own power and do not forget it. I hope everyone in SCW was watching what I did to the reigning SCW Adrenaline Champion. My first match back and I left her in a puddle of her own blood. This is the fate that will befall each and every single one of you at some point, at some time. It’s just a matter of when your name gets drawn and when Fate decides that your time is up, because when Fate executes an order, then it is out of my hands. I must obey the will of fate.”
“Sorry about that, mom.” Melinda shrugs her shoulders. “Nothing personal, it’s just business. And as far as Sapphire Taylor goes, well, it isn’t personal against you, either. But I must admit, I will enjoy watching Clyde beat you up. Because that’s what it will be…simply a beating. No one really expects you to do much against The Assassin, Sapphire.”
The Assassin chuckles as he pats his girlfriend on the back. Clyde points a finger at the camera.
“You, Ms. Taylor, are the unlucky individual whose name got drawn as my opponent for my second match back in SCW.” He chuckles softly. A smile remains on his face as he sighs. “You know, Ms. Taylor, I pity you. I look at your run here in SCW and I notice the ups and downs, as they say…and for you, your run has been full of more downs than ups. You have yet to build up and sustain any measurable momentum. You have had been gifted opportunities, opportunities that some would argue you didn’t deserve, and you squandered them. Even the two weeks of Fatal Fortunes, the period when you can turn your career around in an instant, and you fumbled the ball when it was handed off to you. You have failed at snatching your opportunities so often that it has generated some talk…gossip…have you heard the whispers, Ms. Taylor? Some are asking if you even deserve to be here on a roster as intimidating as SCW.” Clyde shakes his head.
“I am one of those people, by the way.” Melinda says with a snicker. She raises her hand. “I ask those questions about you, Sapphire.” Clyde brings Melinda in close for an embrace.
“Unlike my beautiful goddess, I am not one of those people. For starters, I do not know you that well. Secondly, even if I did know you well enough, it is not my place to pass judgement. For I am not the one, the only, the final judge. The judgement doesn’t belong to SCW, it doesn’t belong to CHBK, and it doesn’t even belong to the fans. Judgement on you and your run in SCW belongs to Fate itself. And it would appear that Fate has decided to put your career in a life or death test.” A sneer forms on his face. “The test is simply can you survive the onslaught that I will bring to the table on Breakdown? Do your homework and find some tape of what I did during my first run in SCW when I was that uncontrollable monster and realize that I am even more dangerous now that I am under control. Just look at what I did to one of the reigning SCW champions at Fatal Fortunes. After you have done that, take a moment to imagine what I could do to you.” He sighs with that same, cold smile on his face as he shakes his head.
“Understand, Ms. Taylor, that this is not personal. Yes, I will wreck you just like I wrecked Ms. Braddock. I will beat you, I will hurt you, and if necessary I will choke you unconscious. I will do anything and everything I can to leave you battered and bruised in the center of the ring just as I have done to so many others but it is not personal. I am just doing a job. I am doing the job given to me by Fate. You see, Ms. Taylor, Fate has the same lingering doubts about your inconsistent run in SCW as the fans and CHBK seem to have…so Fate has given me the task to put you the test. If you can survive and endure the upcoming storm that I am bringing, then maybe you still have a spark of hope in this company.” Sutter sighs, almost as if he is disappointed.
“Alas, Ms. Taylor, there is fairy tale and then there is reality. You surviving me and my wrath to generate much needed momentum would be quite the fairy tale but that’s all it is…it is a fairy tale. The reality is that your time is up, your FATE IS SEALED and I am the one to bring an end to you. So just accept your fate, Ms. Taylor, because you cannot fight Fate.”
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December 7th, 2024
Charlotte, NC
On Camera
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The cameras begin to roll. It is dusk outside as the sun is beginning to give way to the night sky. The calm, quiet, and eerie silence is broken when footsteps can be heard, signaling the approach of someone. It isn’t long until we see the monstrous, imposing figure of “The Assassin” Clyde Sutter and his beautiful girlfriend, Melinda Braddock, entering the view from the right. The Assassin’s long black hair is slicked back into a tidy style and a neatly trimmed beard. He exudes confidence through his smug grin. He is sporting a black leather jacket with multiple zippers and textured details, giving it a rugged, stylish look. The jacket has a high-quality finish, with a slight sheen. Beneath the jacket, he wears a crisp white button-up shirt with an open collar, adding a touch of elegance to his outfit. His hands are clasped in front of him, showcasing a relaxed and approachable posture. Melinda stands closely next to him wearing a black turtleneck top with high waisted black shorts with a draped tailored gray blazer casually resting over her shoulders. Her hosiery is bold and alluring, consisting of black thigh-high stockings held up with garter straps, creating a statement contrast against the outfit’s structured elements. Her footwear features sleek, shiny black patent leather boots with a knee-high length. These boots have a pointed toe and gold accents on the heel.
“It is called Fatal Fortunes for a reason.” Melinda Braddock begins with her melodica voice breaking the silence. A smug, almost condescending smirk on her face. “The two weeks when anything can happen and everything is decided by the spin of a wheel…or more appropriately, decided by fate. No one should be surprised when something when Fate decides to throw you a curve ball and yet it never fails that the masses are rocked to the core by an unexpected return.” The beautiful blonde looks lovingly up at Clyde. She then turns her attention back to the camera and winks. “Then again, I can understand why the people would be upset at this man’s return. Now you are all put on notice.”
“Surprise!” A bellowing laugh escapes Clyde’s throat. The intimidating Assassin shakes his head. “Ah but therein lies the problem, none of you should have been surprised. It should not have come as a surprise to any of you that I would make my return one day to Supreme Championship Wrestling. A man of my unique gifts and abilities was meant to thrive in this business. Admittedly my last stint with this company did not go as planned and it would be far too easy to simply blame my former manager Mason Van Stanton. He is a known con artist. He only has his own interests at heart. He is a selfish man who would throw his own mother under the bus to gain an advantage. I could easily blame him for my past failure in SCW and most would find no fault in my excuse. But that’s all it is…it is an excuse and I am not the man to make excuses. Instead of making excuses I took my time away from this company to do some introspection. I looked into the mirror to find my own faults, to look at my own errors, and I worked to correct them. The individual you last saw walking the hallowed halls of SCW was an uncontrollable monster. Now?” He pauses for dramatic effect as a smirk forms upon his face.
“I am still a monster. That much has not changed. What has changed, what is different, is the fact that I am now under control. I am focused. My rage, my wrath, no longer will it be random. It will be deliberate and strategic. I am not some random force of nature like a hurricane or an earthquake. I am something far worse and everyone in this company should sit up, take notice, and recognize the threat that each and every single one of them is under. I am an equal opportunity weapon of mass destruction that threatens anyone who stands in opposition to me. No one is safe.” He shakes his head. “No one. And I am no longer that monster who is beholden to a scrawny snake oil salesman. I am beholden only to the one being who transformed my life for the better, the being that helped me focus, who helped me to channel my rage and anger…” a sneer forms upon the face of Sutter.
“...I am beholden to Fate. Yes, fate is my mistress, fate is what I obey. I obey the will of fate. We are all at the mercy of fate. Realizing this divine truth helped me to calm down, it helped me to focus my wrath, my violence, on executing those who stand in opposition to fate. I can focus on executing those whom fate has decided to end. Fate is the divine ruler of us all, especially in the world of professional wrestling. That is my doctrine, my belief, and fate determined that I would one day return to SCW. Fate had determined that I had too much talent be wasted away anywhere else. Thus it was never a matter of IF I would return to SCW but WHEN I would return to SCW and those who choose to be surprised at my return, well, you are just deluded or dumb, or maybe you simply refuse to see the divine truth that stares you in the face? The divine truth that is fate itself.”
Melinda Braddock runs her hand across Clyde’s chest. The Assassin leans over and kisses her on her lips lovingly in front of the camera, displaying his affection for this woman, the only figure other than ‘Fate’ that he has such a passion for. Melinda looks at the camera and smirks knowingly.
“Me and Fate sometimes fight for number one in this man’s eyes. But that’s ok. Clyde knows I provide something that fate cannot.” She kisses him again. “Right, babe?”
“Yes, my love.”
“And Supreme Championship Wrestling…” Melinda grins from ear to ear “...he always knew he would return. That was never in question. The question was always WHEN he would return.”
“Yes, I knew I would one day return to SCW, but I had to change…which I did. Then my return depended on timing and of course I would choose Fatal Fortunes as the date and time of my return to SCW. The two weeks when the entire SCW roster is full and completely at the mercy of fate, it is the appropriate and most perfect time for me to return and make my impact. It was the perfect time to introduce myself to a brand new generation of SCW wrestlers and remind everyone else of who the hell I am.” The Assassin winks at the camera.
“Hello, Ms. Braddock…I am sure you remember me very well now after that beating I gave you on Breakdown. I must say it was a pleasure to do business with you yet again. You escaped with your championship only because fate allowed it but you did not walk away under your own power and do not forget it. I hope everyone in SCW was watching what I did to the reigning SCW Adrenaline Champion. My first match back and I left her in a puddle of her own blood. This is the fate that will befall each and every single one of you at some point, at some time. It’s just a matter of when your name gets drawn and when Fate decides that your time is up, because when Fate executes an order, then it is out of my hands. I must obey the will of fate.”
“Sorry about that, mom.” Melinda shrugs her shoulders. “Nothing personal, it’s just business. And as far as Sapphire Taylor goes, well, it isn’t personal against you, either. But I must admit, I will enjoy watching Clyde beat you up. Because that’s what it will be…simply a beating. No one really expects you to do much against The Assassin, Sapphire.”
The Assassin chuckles as he pats his girlfriend on the back. Clyde points a finger at the camera.
“You, Ms. Taylor, are the unlucky individual whose name got drawn as my opponent for my second match back in SCW.” He chuckles softly. A smile remains on his face as he sighs. “You know, Ms. Taylor, I pity you. I look at your run here in SCW and I notice the ups and downs, as they say…and for you, your run has been full of more downs than ups. You have yet to build up and sustain any measurable momentum. You have had been gifted opportunities, opportunities that some would argue you didn’t deserve, and you squandered them. Even the two weeks of Fatal Fortunes, the period when you can turn your career around in an instant, and you fumbled the ball when it was handed off to you. You have failed at snatching your opportunities so often that it has generated some talk…gossip…have you heard the whispers, Ms. Taylor? Some are asking if you even deserve to be here on a roster as intimidating as SCW.” Clyde shakes his head.
“I am one of those people, by the way.” Melinda says with a snicker. She raises her hand. “I ask those questions about you, Sapphire.” Clyde brings Melinda in close for an embrace.
“Unlike my beautiful goddess, I am not one of those people. For starters, I do not know you that well. Secondly, even if I did know you well enough, it is not my place to pass judgement. For I am not the one, the only, the final judge. The judgement doesn’t belong to SCW, it doesn’t belong to CHBK, and it doesn’t even belong to the fans. Judgement on you and your run in SCW belongs to Fate itself. And it would appear that Fate has decided to put your career in a life or death test.” A sneer forms on his face. “The test is simply can you survive the onslaught that I will bring to the table on Breakdown? Do your homework and find some tape of what I did during my first run in SCW when I was that uncontrollable monster and realize that I am even more dangerous now that I am under control. Just look at what I did to one of the reigning SCW champions at Fatal Fortunes. After you have done that, take a moment to imagine what I could do to you.” He sighs with that same, cold smile on his face as he shakes his head.
“Understand, Ms. Taylor, that this is not personal. Yes, I will wreck you just like I wrecked Ms. Braddock. I will beat you, I will hurt you, and if necessary I will choke you unconscious. I will do anything and everything I can to leave you battered and bruised in the center of the ring just as I have done to so many others but it is not personal. I am just doing a job. I am doing the job given to me by Fate. You see, Ms. Taylor, Fate has the same lingering doubts about your inconsistent run in SCW as the fans and CHBK seem to have…so Fate has given me the task to put you the test. If you can survive and endure the upcoming storm that I am bringing, then maybe you still have a spark of hope in this company.” Sutter sighs, almost as if he is disappointed.
“Alas, Ms. Taylor, there is fairy tale and then there is reality. You surviving me and my wrath to generate much needed momentum would be quite the fairy tale but that’s all it is…it is a fairy tale. The reality is that your time is up, your FATE IS SEALED and I am the one to bring an end to you. So just accept your fate, Ms. Taylor, because you cannot fight Fate.”
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Career Achievements
MWE Television Champion 2x
MWE Riot Champion 1x
GCW World Tag Team Champion 1x
SCW Television Champion 1x