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January 25th, 2025
Dusseldorf, Germany
Off Camera
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“The Assassin” Clyde Sutter is in Dusseldorf, Germany for SCW Dogfight in Dusseldorf, where he will do his best to take care of a problem for The Fall of Man; that problem’s name being Adam Brock. Sutter made his return to SCW after a long period of being away from the promotion. He spent that time learning to control his rage, focus and channel it against his opposition in the ring, possibly making him even deadlier than before. His impressive performances against the likes of Sapphire Taylor, Sean Michael Prime, and Adrenaline Champion Glory Braddock have turned a few heads and caught the attention of many in the SCW locker room. Notably it caught the attention of William Heaven, who has now paid The Assassin to take care of their Adam Brock problem. Sutter has no qualms about being The Fall of Man’s hired muscle in this instance. Clyde would have gotten around to eliminating Brock eventually, may as well get paid a little extra to do it. Plus he gets to do it on the grand stage, in front of a huge viewing audience and the live crowds in Germany.
Clyde currently stands alone in the center of a standard hotel room in Düsseldorf, Germany, his presence dominating the otherwise unassuming space. Melinda Braddock is away spending time with her mother, Glory Braddock, leaving The Assassin to spend time in quiet contemplation. His broad frame was clothed in a loose white T-shirt, its simplicity offset by the striking green scarf draped around his neck, the frayed edges adding a touch of ruggedness to his look. His arms, heavily tattooed with intricate designs, were partially visible as the short sleeves of his shirt rode up. He held a small cellular phone up to his ear. Melinda, the love of his life, is on the other end. His dark hair was pulled back into a loose, low bun, a few strands escaping to frame his rugged features. A light beard shadowed his jawline. His black pants were fitted, emphasizing his tall, lean build. The hotel room around him was modest but functional. A queen-sized bed with crisp white linens sat against one wall, flanked by two small wooden nightstands with simple lamps casting a warm glow. Across from the bed, a compact desk held a coffee maker and a few brochures about local attractions. The carpet was a muted beige, and the walls were painted in soft cream tones, adorned with generic framed art depicting abstract cityscapes. A single window offered a view of Düsseldorf’s skyline, the faint glow of city lights filtering through the sheer curtains. The room exuded the kind of standardized comfort typical of mid-range accommodations, a stark contrast to Sutter who stands within it.
“I hope you are you enjoying the city, my love.”
“It’s alright.” Melinda’s voice comes from the other end, clearly audible as Sutter as her on speaker. She does not sound all that impressed. “I wish you were here with us.”
“It is my desire to always be with you, my love, but you know that I have a business transaction to take care of for Mr. Heaven. I always live up to my promises.”
“Yeah, I know, Adam Brock.” Melinda responds. “You’ll take him apart just like you’ve done everyone else.”
“Your confidence in me is overwhelming, my love.” Just then there is a knocking at the door. This catches The Assassin off guard. Who would even know that he is here except for anyone else here for SCW? And who, among his SCW colleagues, would want to talk to him? He sighs. “I apologize, my love, but I have another problem to take care of.”
“Just behave.” Melinda states. “Promise?”
“I promise.” Clyde hangs up his phone and tosses it onto the bed.
He is frustrated that the phone call to his beloved was interrupted, yet he still maintains his composure. He walks over to the door, intending to get rid of whoever it is without being too rude. The Assassin opens the door and is surprised to find his sister, Lilith Sutter, standing there waiting. Her jet-black hair cascading in sleek waves over her shoulders. She wore a fitted black blazer with satin lapels, tailored perfectly to accentuate her hourglass figure. Underneath, a silk camisole in deep crimson added a splash of color, its delicate lace trim hinting at her sensual style. A pencil skirt in the same black as her blazer hugged her hips and ended just above the knee, showcasing her long, toned legs. The sheer black stockings she wore shimmered subtly in the light, drawing attention to the elegant curves of her calves. Her feet were adorned with classic black stilettos, their glossy finish reflecting her every step.
“Good evening, brother.”
“How did you find me?” Clyde growls angrily. Lilith chuckles.
“Nice to see you too, dear brother. You are as pleasant as always, I see.” Lilith tries to enter but her brother will not budge. She sighs. “May I come in?”
“How did you find me?” He repeats.
“Oh please. You are not dense, so do not pretend to be.” She smirks. “You are a professional wrestler. Find you is quite simple. All I have to do is check SCW’s schedule to see where you will be wrestling next. Much to my pleasant surprise you were going to competing in Dusseldorf. Germany is a lovely country, don’t you agree?”
“Leave, sister.” Clyde states coldly, commandingly. “Leave now or else…”
“Or else what?” Lilith ignores the warning and ducks under her brother’s massive arms and enters the hotel room. Clyde’s anger is only growing but he shuts the door behind him as he follows his sister into the room. He points back towards the door.
“I said leave, Lilith. I want nothing to do with you.”
“You know something, brother?” Lilith approaches him and takes the scarf from around his neck and tosses it aside. She looks at his shirt and scowls. “Your clothing is horrid. You look like a bum. And this hotel…” she waves her arms at her surroundings “...did you get the cheapest thing available?”
“What’s wrong with these accommodations?”
“What’s wrong?” She chuckles. “Dear brother, you are a Sutter. You should have finer, better taste than this.”
“This is everything I need.” He shoves her roughly onto the bed. Lilith is not bothered. In fact, she smiles. “Now I warn you, one last time, tell me what you want or leave. I am losing my patience with you.”
“For someone who seems to want a family oh so badly, you certainly are not acting like it.” She rolls her eyes as she sits up and composes herself on the bed. “Very well. I am here to rescue you, to return you to the life that you rightfully deserve.”
“Ah, that…” Clyde now rolls his eyes “...I heard that bullshit line from you the last time we met, sister. So allow me to spell it out for you; I am a professional wrestler, I get to travel the world, I have the love of my life, Melinda Braddock, with me every step of the way. I am living the dream. What, pray tell, is wrong with my current life?”
“What’s wrong is that you have it all backwards. You work for rich and wealthy individuals. The Page Family used you as their hired muscle…”
“And their substantial paychecks helped pay for my therapy, helped teach me to control my rage, making a better person, and gave me the tools to win back Melinda.”
“Pathetic.” Lilith says. “Now you are here in Dusseldorf to do the dirty work for William Heaven. You are here to take out that Adam Brock fellow on his behalf. Why? So you can use that cash to buy your little whore a nice shiny gift?” Lilith smirks knowingly. “My dear brother, you have connections through me that go far beyond anything the Page family or even that idiot William Heaven has. You and I together could bury them. We could buy THEM and PAY THEM to do OUR dirty work.” She winks. “Tell me the truth, you do not actually like them, do you? You just like their money.”
“Ah yes, and as tempting as that may sound, sister, I also know that in order to do that I would have to return with you and join whatever is left of our scoundrel father’s foolish cult.” The Assassin shakes his head. “I am happy with what I have. I am comfortable with the life I live. I have no desire to follow in our father’s twisted footsteps.”
“The movement…or cult as you put it…is all but dead and gone. Our father’s vision, Ethan Sutter’s vision, is dead.” She stands up and runs a hand across her brother’s chest. “But I have resurrected it into something better and I would love nothing more than to share it with you, since it is YOUR inheritance just as much as it is mine.”
“What is in it for me?”
“Always the mercenary. Everyone has a price. That’s what I like about you.” She winks. “How about richest, wealth, and power beyond your wildest dreams? And the women…you could have as many prostitutes as you want, not just one that happens to have a famous last name.”
Clyde is good at controlling himself. He has gotten better at controlling his rage. But everyone has their breaking point. Clyde’s breaking point is when you insult his girlfriend and Lilith Sutter just crossed that line. He reaches out and grabs her throat, squeezing ti ghtly.
“Never EVER insult Melinda!” He growls angrily, his rage boiling over. “I could kill you where you stand! Do you understand? NEVER insult Melinda Braddock!” Despite the pressure around her throat, and the potential for her brother to choke her to death, Lilith is laughing. Clyde lets up on the pressure just enough so she can talk. “What’s so god damn funny?!”
“Apparently you still haven’t quite conquered that temper of yours, dear brother!”
He still wants to choke the life out of her for the insult she threw at Melinda, but Clyde knows that all she is doing is taunting him. She is trying to provoke him. She wants him to lose his temper. Clyde won’t give her the satisfaction. He releases his grip fully.
“Leave, sister. Leave now before I change my mind about giving you mercy.”
“Oh I will leave.” Lilith nods her head. “But this isn’t over. I will rescue you, brother, one way or another. We are family…I am your sister, closer to you than the Van Stantons, definitely closer to you than the Braddocks. I am your true family, Clyde. You need me and you will realize that one day.”
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On Camera
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The camera begins to roll and we find “The Assassin” Clyde Sutter is seated on an outdoor bench. The bench is wrought iron with ornate curves, placed on a paved area. There’s foliage and a small structure in the background. Sutter himself is leaning forward, his elbows resting on his knees and his hands clasped together. He is wearing a white crisp dress shirt, black dress pants, and polished black dress shoes. His dark, slicked-back hair has a slightly tousled look. Standing next to him is his girlfriend, his confidant; the mischievous Melinda Braddock. She is wearing a sleek black, asymmetrical top with a single off-shoulder neckline. Long, fitted black leather gloves extend past her elbows. She sports a high-waisted skirt composed of long, flowing fringe strands that drape down to her ankles; the fringe of the skirt reveals her legs in a subtle, alluring manner. Melinda is perched atop black stiletto heels and her blonde hair is styled in soft waves that cascade over one shoulder.
“We are all at the mercy of fate. Fate is our one true judge, jury, and executioner. Fate will one day decide the day and the hour of our end.” Melinda Braddock says with a smug smirk on her face. “Those who are wise, those who are intelligent, can curry the favor of Fate and, perhaps buy themselves a few more days, months, or even years. The foolish who are headstrong, who are stubborn and bullheaded, they are the ones who make the mistakes. They do not think, they merely act. They act out and do something very foolish, very idiotic, and as a result they cause their own timeline, their own end, to come a hell of a lot sooner than Fate had originally intended.” She snickers and points at the camera. “Adam Brock, The Wolfsbane, you have made several mistakes but your biggest one was making yourself the target of The Assassin. You certainly had plenty of time left on your clock but now you have sealed your own fate. Fate has now decided that your time is up.”
Clyde Sutter rises up off of the bench and approaches his lovely girlfriend. He wraps a comforting arm around her shoulder. The Assassin leans in and kisses her on the lips before turning back to face the camera. The same stoic, cold, emotionless gaze never once changes, never once leaves his face.
“Mr. Brock, before I begin I want to assure you that none of this is personal. Someone like you with your reputation, well I look forward to fighting you in Dusseldorf. Unlike my return match against Glory Braddock that was very much personal, or Sapphire Taylor who was no threat to me and no challenge for me, or even Mr. Prime, who was a pathetic piece of human scum who wasted his opportunity, unlike all of them, YOU are someone I actually look forward to testing my mettle against, Mr. Brock. In any other day, at another time and place, with different circumstances, this could have been quite the showcase of wrestling ability between two contrasting styles. We really could have put forward a good show for the fans here in Germany.” The Assassin shakes his head.
“Unfortunately you have made some serious missteps, Mr. Brock. Someone like you, with your reputation, one would think that you would be smart enough not to let your emotions get the best of you. Yet what happened? What happened to The Wolfsbane? The wolf in symbolism represents strength…leadership…guidance…you may be quite a strong fighter, I will grant you that, but leadership? Guidance? You demonstrated a severe lack of both with your headstrong, emotional, and reckless decision making. A leader is smart, Mr. Brock, but was it smart of you to get involved in business that had nothing to do with you? Was it smart to pick a fight with The Fall of Man? I am by no means accusing you of being a coward, Mr. Brock. I think everyone realizes that you are not a coward. But The Fall of Man were not fighting you. Mr. Heaven was not fighting you. They were fighting Light in the Darkness. They were fighting Dangerous Minds. They were NOT fighting Mr. Adam Brock.” Sutter chuckles.
“Oh, but forgive me, I forgot all about your cause de’jour…bullying. You don’t like bullies, do you Mr. Brock? And I take it that is why you decided to take up arms against the Fall of Man. You perceive Mr. Heaven and his pals as bullies and yet you fail to see the painfully obvious; it was an even fight between them, Light in the Darkness, and Dangerous Minds. Light in the Darkness and Dangerous Minds hardly needed your assistance. They did not need any extra back up. No one needed your self-righteous indignation involved in that battle, a battle that is very much on an even playing field. But you still got involved. If anything, Mr. Brock, you were the bully. You were the one creating an uneven playing field in a war that has nothing to do with you.”
“I normally do not involve myself in business that has nothing to do with me. Ordinarily I would have been pleased to just sit back and watch these two warring factions destroy each other and you with it if you are so convinced that your presence is so damn necessary. But I am also a businessman and Mr. Heaven needed someone to make the playing field even once more by taking you off of the game board and that is what I intend to do. I will take you out.” He sighs and shakes his head. “It did not have to come to this, Mr. Brock. Fate had left you with a lot of time left. Fate was smiling on you. But the foolish, the emotionally driven, the stubborn, they are the ones who can turn a positive into a negative within an instant. With one foolish act, someone can make an enemy out of fate.” He points a finger at the camera.
“That is precisely what you have done, Mr. Brock. Your fate has been sealed, your time is up, and you only have yourself to blame. What happens in Dusseldorf is not Mr. Heaven’s fault for paying me to destroy you. It isn’t my fault for executing you in front of the whole world. It isn’t even the fault of Fate itself, for Fate had bigger and better plans in mind for you, plans that you squandered away recklessly and emotionally. Everything that could have been yours will be taken away, everything that could have been will be over, and it is all your fault, Mr. Brock, because you involved yourself in matters that did not concern you.” Melinda Braddock steps forward and holds up one finger.
“Fate rules us all, Wolfsbane. The sooner we accept it, the better off we will be. But there is one way Fate allows us to have some minor control over our own destinies, but that is only in the negative, not in the positive.” She says. Clyde smirks as he kisses her once more on the cheek before looking back at the camera.
“Quite right, my love. Fate decides when our time is up. Fate decides when our end shall be and it is my job to execute the will of Fate. It is my job to bring an end to those whose time is up. But Fate does allow us some small, minor control in the sense that we can hasten our own end. We can bring about a quicker end for ourselves by making foolish, stupid decisions. Your, Mr. Brock, did take control of your own destiny…but you used it to hasten your own demise. You brought needless attention to yourself, you made powerful enemies that wanted to see you brought down. Who am I to argue? Who am I to argue with a man who clearly has a death wish by tangling with Fate itself?” The Assassin smiles coldly. “Do not fret, Mr. Brock. I shall grant you your wish. Your fate is sealed.”
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January 25th, 2025
Dusseldorf, Germany
Off Camera
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“The Assassin” Clyde Sutter is in Dusseldorf, Germany for SCW Dogfight in Dusseldorf, where he will do his best to take care of a problem for The Fall of Man; that problem’s name being Adam Brock. Sutter made his return to SCW after a long period of being away from the promotion. He spent that time learning to control his rage, focus and channel it against his opposition in the ring, possibly making him even deadlier than before. His impressive performances against the likes of Sapphire Taylor, Sean Michael Prime, and Adrenaline Champion Glory Braddock have turned a few heads and caught the attention of many in the SCW locker room. Notably it caught the attention of William Heaven, who has now paid The Assassin to take care of their Adam Brock problem. Sutter has no qualms about being The Fall of Man’s hired muscle in this instance. Clyde would have gotten around to eliminating Brock eventually, may as well get paid a little extra to do it. Plus he gets to do it on the grand stage, in front of a huge viewing audience and the live crowds in Germany.
Clyde currently stands alone in the center of a standard hotel room in Düsseldorf, Germany, his presence dominating the otherwise unassuming space. Melinda Braddock is away spending time with her mother, Glory Braddock, leaving The Assassin to spend time in quiet contemplation. His broad frame was clothed in a loose white T-shirt, its simplicity offset by the striking green scarf draped around his neck, the frayed edges adding a touch of ruggedness to his look. His arms, heavily tattooed with intricate designs, were partially visible as the short sleeves of his shirt rode up. He held a small cellular phone up to his ear. Melinda, the love of his life, is on the other end. His dark hair was pulled back into a loose, low bun, a few strands escaping to frame his rugged features. A light beard shadowed his jawline. His black pants were fitted, emphasizing his tall, lean build. The hotel room around him was modest but functional. A queen-sized bed with crisp white linens sat against one wall, flanked by two small wooden nightstands with simple lamps casting a warm glow. Across from the bed, a compact desk held a coffee maker and a few brochures about local attractions. The carpet was a muted beige, and the walls were painted in soft cream tones, adorned with generic framed art depicting abstract cityscapes. A single window offered a view of Düsseldorf’s skyline, the faint glow of city lights filtering through the sheer curtains. The room exuded the kind of standardized comfort typical of mid-range accommodations, a stark contrast to Sutter who stands within it.
“I hope you are you enjoying the city, my love.”
“It’s alright.” Melinda’s voice comes from the other end, clearly audible as Sutter as her on speaker. She does not sound all that impressed. “I wish you were here with us.”
“It is my desire to always be with you, my love, but you know that I have a business transaction to take care of for Mr. Heaven. I always live up to my promises.”
“Yeah, I know, Adam Brock.” Melinda responds. “You’ll take him apart just like you’ve done everyone else.”
“Your confidence in me is overwhelming, my love.” Just then there is a knocking at the door. This catches The Assassin off guard. Who would even know that he is here except for anyone else here for SCW? And who, among his SCW colleagues, would want to talk to him? He sighs. “I apologize, my love, but I have another problem to take care of.”
“Just behave.” Melinda states. “Promise?”
“I promise.” Clyde hangs up his phone and tosses it onto the bed.
He is frustrated that the phone call to his beloved was interrupted, yet he still maintains his composure. He walks over to the door, intending to get rid of whoever it is without being too rude. The Assassin opens the door and is surprised to find his sister, Lilith Sutter, standing there waiting. Her jet-black hair cascading in sleek waves over her shoulders. She wore a fitted black blazer with satin lapels, tailored perfectly to accentuate her hourglass figure. Underneath, a silk camisole in deep crimson added a splash of color, its delicate lace trim hinting at her sensual style. A pencil skirt in the same black as her blazer hugged her hips and ended just above the knee, showcasing her long, toned legs. The sheer black stockings she wore shimmered subtly in the light, drawing attention to the elegant curves of her calves. Her feet were adorned with classic black stilettos, their glossy finish reflecting her every step.
“Good evening, brother.”
“How did you find me?” Clyde growls angrily. Lilith chuckles.
“Nice to see you too, dear brother. You are as pleasant as always, I see.” Lilith tries to enter but her brother will not budge. She sighs. “May I come in?”
“How did you find me?” He repeats.
“Oh please. You are not dense, so do not pretend to be.” She smirks. “You are a professional wrestler. Find you is quite simple. All I have to do is check SCW’s schedule to see where you will be wrestling next. Much to my pleasant surprise you were going to competing in Dusseldorf. Germany is a lovely country, don’t you agree?”
“Leave, sister.” Clyde states coldly, commandingly. “Leave now or else…”
“Or else what?” Lilith ignores the warning and ducks under her brother’s massive arms and enters the hotel room. Clyde’s anger is only growing but he shuts the door behind him as he follows his sister into the room. He points back towards the door.
“I said leave, Lilith. I want nothing to do with you.”
“You know something, brother?” Lilith approaches him and takes the scarf from around his neck and tosses it aside. She looks at his shirt and scowls. “Your clothing is horrid. You look like a bum. And this hotel…” she waves her arms at her surroundings “...did you get the cheapest thing available?”
“What’s wrong with these accommodations?”
“What’s wrong?” She chuckles. “Dear brother, you are a Sutter. You should have finer, better taste than this.”
“This is everything I need.” He shoves her roughly onto the bed. Lilith is not bothered. In fact, she smiles. “Now I warn you, one last time, tell me what you want or leave. I am losing my patience with you.”
“For someone who seems to want a family oh so badly, you certainly are not acting like it.” She rolls her eyes as she sits up and composes herself on the bed. “Very well. I am here to rescue you, to return you to the life that you rightfully deserve.”
“Ah, that…” Clyde now rolls his eyes “...I heard that bullshit line from you the last time we met, sister. So allow me to spell it out for you; I am a professional wrestler, I get to travel the world, I have the love of my life, Melinda Braddock, with me every step of the way. I am living the dream. What, pray tell, is wrong with my current life?”
“What’s wrong is that you have it all backwards. You work for rich and wealthy individuals. The Page Family used you as their hired muscle…”
“And their substantial paychecks helped pay for my therapy, helped teach me to control my rage, making a better person, and gave me the tools to win back Melinda.”
“Pathetic.” Lilith says. “Now you are here in Dusseldorf to do the dirty work for William Heaven. You are here to take out that Adam Brock fellow on his behalf. Why? So you can use that cash to buy your little whore a nice shiny gift?” Lilith smirks knowingly. “My dear brother, you have connections through me that go far beyond anything the Page family or even that idiot William Heaven has. You and I together could bury them. We could buy THEM and PAY THEM to do OUR dirty work.” She winks. “Tell me the truth, you do not actually like them, do you? You just like their money.”
“Ah yes, and as tempting as that may sound, sister, I also know that in order to do that I would have to return with you and join whatever is left of our scoundrel father’s foolish cult.” The Assassin shakes his head. “I am happy with what I have. I am comfortable with the life I live. I have no desire to follow in our father’s twisted footsteps.”
“The movement…or cult as you put it…is all but dead and gone. Our father’s vision, Ethan Sutter’s vision, is dead.” She stands up and runs a hand across her brother’s chest. “But I have resurrected it into something better and I would love nothing more than to share it with you, since it is YOUR inheritance just as much as it is mine.”
“What is in it for me?”
“Always the mercenary. Everyone has a price. That’s what I like about you.” She winks. “How about richest, wealth, and power beyond your wildest dreams? And the women…you could have as many prostitutes as you want, not just one that happens to have a famous last name.”
Clyde is good at controlling himself. He has gotten better at controlling his rage. But everyone has their breaking point. Clyde’s breaking point is when you insult his girlfriend and Lilith Sutter just crossed that line. He reaches out and grabs her throat, squeezing ti ghtly.
“Never EVER insult Melinda!” He growls angrily, his rage boiling over. “I could kill you where you stand! Do you understand? NEVER insult Melinda Braddock!” Despite the pressure around her throat, and the potential for her brother to choke her to death, Lilith is laughing. Clyde lets up on the pressure just enough so she can talk. “What’s so god damn funny?!”
“Apparently you still haven’t quite conquered that temper of yours, dear brother!”
He still wants to choke the life out of her for the insult she threw at Melinda, but Clyde knows that all she is doing is taunting him. She is trying to provoke him. She wants him to lose his temper. Clyde won’t give her the satisfaction. He releases his grip fully.
“Leave, sister. Leave now before I change my mind about giving you mercy.”
“Oh I will leave.” Lilith nods her head. “But this isn’t over. I will rescue you, brother, one way or another. We are family…I am your sister, closer to you than the Van Stantons, definitely closer to you than the Braddocks. I am your true family, Clyde. You need me and you will realize that one day.”
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On Camera
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The camera begins to roll and we find “The Assassin” Clyde Sutter is seated on an outdoor bench. The bench is wrought iron with ornate curves, placed on a paved area. There’s foliage and a small structure in the background. Sutter himself is leaning forward, his elbows resting on his knees and his hands clasped together. He is wearing a white crisp dress shirt, black dress pants, and polished black dress shoes. His dark, slicked-back hair has a slightly tousled look. Standing next to him is his girlfriend, his confidant; the mischievous Melinda Braddock. She is wearing a sleek black, asymmetrical top with a single off-shoulder neckline. Long, fitted black leather gloves extend past her elbows. She sports a high-waisted skirt composed of long, flowing fringe strands that drape down to her ankles; the fringe of the skirt reveals her legs in a subtle, alluring manner. Melinda is perched atop black stiletto heels and her blonde hair is styled in soft waves that cascade over one shoulder.
“We are all at the mercy of fate. Fate is our one true judge, jury, and executioner. Fate will one day decide the day and the hour of our end.” Melinda Braddock says with a smug smirk on her face. “Those who are wise, those who are intelligent, can curry the favor of Fate and, perhaps buy themselves a few more days, months, or even years. The foolish who are headstrong, who are stubborn and bullheaded, they are the ones who make the mistakes. They do not think, they merely act. They act out and do something very foolish, very idiotic, and as a result they cause their own timeline, their own end, to come a hell of a lot sooner than Fate had originally intended.” She snickers and points at the camera. “Adam Brock, The Wolfsbane, you have made several mistakes but your biggest one was making yourself the target of The Assassin. You certainly had plenty of time left on your clock but now you have sealed your own fate. Fate has now decided that your time is up.”
Clyde Sutter rises up off of the bench and approaches his lovely girlfriend. He wraps a comforting arm around her shoulder. The Assassin leans in and kisses her on the lips before turning back to face the camera. The same stoic, cold, emotionless gaze never once changes, never once leaves his face.
“Mr. Brock, before I begin I want to assure you that none of this is personal. Someone like you with your reputation, well I look forward to fighting you in Dusseldorf. Unlike my return match against Glory Braddock that was very much personal, or Sapphire Taylor who was no threat to me and no challenge for me, or even Mr. Prime, who was a pathetic piece of human scum who wasted his opportunity, unlike all of them, YOU are someone I actually look forward to testing my mettle against, Mr. Brock. In any other day, at another time and place, with different circumstances, this could have been quite the showcase of wrestling ability between two contrasting styles. We really could have put forward a good show for the fans here in Germany.” The Assassin shakes his head.
“Unfortunately you have made some serious missteps, Mr. Brock. Someone like you, with your reputation, one would think that you would be smart enough not to let your emotions get the best of you. Yet what happened? What happened to The Wolfsbane? The wolf in symbolism represents strength…leadership…guidance…you may be quite a strong fighter, I will grant you that, but leadership? Guidance? You demonstrated a severe lack of both with your headstrong, emotional, and reckless decision making. A leader is smart, Mr. Brock, but was it smart of you to get involved in business that had nothing to do with you? Was it smart to pick a fight with The Fall of Man? I am by no means accusing you of being a coward, Mr. Brock. I think everyone realizes that you are not a coward. But The Fall of Man were not fighting you. Mr. Heaven was not fighting you. They were fighting Light in the Darkness. They were fighting Dangerous Minds. They were NOT fighting Mr. Adam Brock.” Sutter chuckles.
“Oh, but forgive me, I forgot all about your cause de’jour…bullying. You don’t like bullies, do you Mr. Brock? And I take it that is why you decided to take up arms against the Fall of Man. You perceive Mr. Heaven and his pals as bullies and yet you fail to see the painfully obvious; it was an even fight between them, Light in the Darkness, and Dangerous Minds. Light in the Darkness and Dangerous Minds hardly needed your assistance. They did not need any extra back up. No one needed your self-righteous indignation involved in that battle, a battle that is very much on an even playing field. But you still got involved. If anything, Mr. Brock, you were the bully. You were the one creating an uneven playing field in a war that has nothing to do with you.”
“I normally do not involve myself in business that has nothing to do with me. Ordinarily I would have been pleased to just sit back and watch these two warring factions destroy each other and you with it if you are so convinced that your presence is so damn necessary. But I am also a businessman and Mr. Heaven needed someone to make the playing field even once more by taking you off of the game board and that is what I intend to do. I will take you out.” He sighs and shakes his head. “It did not have to come to this, Mr. Brock. Fate had left you with a lot of time left. Fate was smiling on you. But the foolish, the emotionally driven, the stubborn, they are the ones who can turn a positive into a negative within an instant. With one foolish act, someone can make an enemy out of fate.” He points a finger at the camera.
“That is precisely what you have done, Mr. Brock. Your fate has been sealed, your time is up, and you only have yourself to blame. What happens in Dusseldorf is not Mr. Heaven’s fault for paying me to destroy you. It isn’t my fault for executing you in front of the whole world. It isn’t even the fault of Fate itself, for Fate had bigger and better plans in mind for you, plans that you squandered away recklessly and emotionally. Everything that could have been yours will be taken away, everything that could have been will be over, and it is all your fault, Mr. Brock, because you involved yourself in matters that did not concern you.” Melinda Braddock steps forward and holds up one finger.
“Fate rules us all, Wolfsbane. The sooner we accept it, the better off we will be. But there is one way Fate allows us to have some minor control over our own destinies, but that is only in the negative, not in the positive.” She says. Clyde smirks as he kisses her once more on the cheek before looking back at the camera.
“Quite right, my love. Fate decides when our time is up. Fate decides when our end shall be and it is my job to execute the will of Fate. It is my job to bring an end to those whose time is up. But Fate does allow us some small, minor control in the sense that we can hasten our own end. We can bring about a quicker end for ourselves by making foolish, stupid decisions. Your, Mr. Brock, did take control of your own destiny…but you used it to hasten your own demise. You brought needless attention to yourself, you made powerful enemies that wanted to see you brought down. Who am I to argue? Who am I to argue with a man who clearly has a death wish by tangling with Fate itself?” The Assassin smiles coldly. “Do not fret, Mr. Brock. I shall grant you your wish. Your fate is sealed.”
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Career Achievements
MWE Television Champion 2x
MWE Riot Champion 1x
GCW World Tag Team Champion 1x
SCW Television Champion 1x