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January 23rd, 2025
London, England
Off Camera
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It’s after hours at the Braddock Wrestling School, which Glory is thankful for. It gives her time not only to prepare for her upcoming Adrenaline Title defense in Dusseldorf, but it also gives her time to bond with her younger sister Julia, who she is visiting with during her European stay. The setting of the Braddock Wrestling School has high ceilings and plenty of natural light filtering in through large rectangular windows. A regulation size professional wrestling ring stands prominently in the background. The ring is raised slightly off the ground, framed by taut ropes wrapped in black and pink padding, giving it a professional yet approachable feel. The mat inside the ring is smooth and covered in dark fabric, hinting at frequent use but well-maintained. The walls in the background are painted a light neutral color, and the space feels open and airy.
In the foreground, two women stand side by side; Glory Braddock and her sister Julia Braddock. Glory wears a matching navy blue and pink sports outfit consisting of a crop top and high-waisted leggings. The crop top is form-fitting and sleeveless, with white piping along the edges that highlights its sporty design. The leggings feature a bold color-blocking style, with navy blue panels on the outside and bright magenta running down the inner legs, separated by a narrow strip of white. The fabric of her outfit hugs her toned frame, emphasizing her athletic build, and she stands comfortably, exuding an easygoing charm. Her blond hair is pulled back into a casual ponytail. On her feet, she wears simple sneakers. Her sister Julia wears a fitted ivory long-sleeve top that molds to her figure, tucked neatly into a black pencil skirt that falls just above her knees. The skirt is tailored to perfection, accentuating her professional and sophisticated demeanor. Her blond hair is worn loose, cascading over her shoulders in soft waves, adding a touch of elegance to her appearance. She pairs her outfit with classic black high heels, the pointed toes and sleek design enhancing her poised stance.
The British Bombshell has just finished stretching, squats, push ups, and other various exercises. It may be after hours but she is going to put in as much time in the gym as she can a.head of Dogfight in Dusseldorf. Julia Braddock, her at times more arrogant younger sister, is even impressed with her intensity, even though she won’t admit it. Instead, Julia keeps the conversation light.
“I’m really glad you came to see me, Gloria.”
“SCW is hosting a show in Germany. I’m defending my Adrenaline Title there.” Glory looks up at her smirks. “What kind of a sister would I be if I were traveling to Europe and DIDN’T stop by to speak to my baby sister?”
“You would be an awful sister.”
“So no difference?” Glory chuckles.
“You said it, not me!”
“What can I say? I’m honest.” Glory grabs a nearby towel as she stands up. She wipes the sweat from her face. “So, how is Dawnie doing?”
“Dawn is spectacular!” Julie beams. “She is taking to the business like a fish to water. She is a natural.”
“I’m not surprised one bit. How are you two getting along?”
“Beautifully.” Julia answers quickly. “She loves it here and she is quite the classy little lady.”
“Again, I am not surprised.” Glory points at Julia. “My daughter has more in common with you than she does me, you know that?”
“You can’t fault the girl for enjoying class and the finer things in life.”
“No, I suppose not.” She shakes her head. “I’m going to run the ropes some more…” Glory looks over at Julia “...wanna join me?”
“Run the ropes? In these heels?”
“You could spar.” Glory winks. “Take the shoes off, sis. Show me what you got.”
“Sorry, Gloria, but I love this skirt an this top, and I am not ruining them just to fight you.”
“Put on your gear.”
“I didn’t bring my gear.” Julia snickers and points a finger at her older sibling. “Unlike you, I do not eat, sleep, and breathe wrestling.”
“Suit yourself.” Glory shrugs her shoulders. She approaches the ring and sits down on the edge of the ring apron. “Still, I have more training to do. I have a title defense in Germany to prepare for and I am NOT going to let that creep Dexter beat me.”
“Speaking of creeps, what about your stalker?” Julia asks, joining her sister by sitting next to her on the edge of the ring apron.
“I’d rather not talk about it.”
“Gloria, you know I can be a pain in the ass, but I think I’m owed.” Julia remarks. “This situation regarding you and this stalker impacted not just you but the entire family. They got close to you, they could’ve gotten close to all of us, myself included.”
“You have no idea how close he got.” Glory remarks, rolling her eyes.
“Then tell me.”
“Fine.” The older Braddock sighs and looks into Julia’s eyes. “His name is Hubert Gaetz.”
“Who?”
“That’s was my reaction too.” She chuckles. “Kurt and I had no idea who the bloke was. Turns out he was just some creep who has a history of finding girls he likes, stalking them, and kidnapping them if need be.”
“Damn. And he had no connection to you whatsoever?” Julia asks. Glory shakes her head.
“None. He was just a…well…” her voice trails off. Julia smirks knowingly.
“He was an obsessed fan?”
“Yes, I suppose he was.”
“I knew it!” Julia excitedly declares. She quickly realizes how bad that sounded and covers her mouth. “Oops, sorry…”
“You’re forgiven.”
“But still…I did tell you that it was likely some crazed fan, didn’t I? That was my theory from the very beginning.”
“Ok, ok, I get it.” Glory rolls her eyes. “You were right, I was wrong. Happy now?”
“I’m fabulous.” Julia snickers. “Anytime you say those magic words…Julia was right…that makes me happy.”
“Julia was right.”
“Music to my ears!” Julia laughs. She then hops up off of the ring apron. “Anyway, as much as I would love to stay and rub it in some more, I have things to do. Like make Dawn and my adopted daughter Serena are not getting into any trouble.”
“Knowing those two they likely are.” Glory snickers. “You better hurry.”
“I will.” Julia motions for Glory to stand up. Glory stands up and the sisters embrace in a warm hug. “Take care of yourself, Gloria. And be more careful next time. Your baby sister won’t always be here to protect you.” She winks playfully.
“Right.”
Glory watches as Julia walks away, Julia’s heels echoing on the concrete floor as she goes along. The British Bombshell then turns her attention to a heavy bag over in a corner. Braddock starts laying into the bag with rights, lefts, and kicks, all to prepare herself for the upcoming title match in Dusseldorf. As she punches and kicks away at the heavy bag, Braddock hears the approach of high heels across the concrete floor, this time coming closer to her. Glory smirks.
“Julia, sis, did you forget something?” She stops punching at the bag. She turns around expecting to find her sister standing there. Instead she finds her longtime best friend Sophie O’Brian standing there. The Northern Irish woman is wearing a tailored black blazer with structured shoulders, sheer black polka-dot stockings with a lace top add a subtle, feminine detail that contrasts beautifully with the sharpness of the blazer. She completes the outfit with black pointed-toe stiletto heels. Her blonde hair is styled in a neat, high bun with a few loose strands framing her face.
“Not quite who you were expecting?”
“Uh, not really, no.” Glory smiles. “How did you get in?”
“You gave my brother a key, remember?” She winks. “He is one of the trainers here at your late father’s wrestling academy.”
“Of course.” Glory laughs. “I feel like an idiot, I should have known that.”
“It is quite alright, Gloria. You are entitled to being a little…off, considering everything you have been through.” She motions for Glory to come forward. “Come, give me a hug. It has been too long.”
Glory approaches and hugs Sophie. It is a tight embrace, very warm. Perhaps too warm? Sophie’s hands start to go a little south towards her buttock. Glory feels uncomfortable and pushes her away. Sophie smirks knowingly.
“Something wrong, love?”
“Uh, nothing.” Glory insists. “Nothing at all.”
“Good.” Sophie answers. “Because I would never want to upset you, Gloria. You know that? You are my closest, nearest, dearest friend.”
“Right…thanks, Sophie.” Glory says uneasily. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I really should…”
“Did you enjoy the gifts I sent you?” The question comes out of nowhere. Glory is startled by it and turns to look sharply at Sophie.
“What did you say?”
“Did you enjoy the gifts?” She chuckles. “I really hope you enjoyed that diamond necklace. It was quite expensive.”
“You…” Glory takes a step back and points a finger at Sophie “...you sent the diamond necklace?”
“All of it.” Sophie nods her head. “Well…technically Mr. Gaetz did all of it on my behalf. But I gave him the money to purchase the gifts, I gave him your number so he could give you those lovely phone calls, and I gave him your address so he could take that lovely picture.” Sophie sighs. “The poor sap took the fall for it. It is a shame.” Glory walks up to Sophie and punches her in the face, knocking her to the ground.
“You have done some pretty sick and twisted things! But this really takes the cake, Sophie! Have you lost your damn mind?! You crossed the line from being creepy to being criminal!”
“And what are you going to do about it, Gloria?” Sophie laughs as she pushes herself back up. “Call the police?”
“I might.”
“You can’t prove anything.” Sophie says tauntingly. “Sure, it would be a minor inconvenience for me but I wouldn’t get into trouble. The police have their man…at least who they think is their man…and I am sure they will be happy to close the book on that nuisance of a case.”
“What…” Glory’s voice trails off as she stares into the evil eyes of a woman she thought was her best friend “...what do you want?”
“Oh my dear, Gloria. I have obtained many prizes in my time. But there is one prize that I have always craved but has always eluded me.” She approaches Glory and kisses her on the cheek. “You.”
“Me?!”
“You are that one grand prize that I need for my trophy case and trust me, my dear, I will have you, one way or another.”
Sophie turns and walks off. Glory watches her in horror. She thought it was over a few days ago when Hubert Gaetz was arrested by Miami Police. But now she realizes that her nightmare has only just begun.
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January 25th, 2025
On Camera
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The room was bathed in soft, natural light filtering through tall, sheer curtains. The afternoon sun cast a gentle glow on the beige walls, highlighting the subtle texture of the paint and adding warmth to the inviting space. The room was impeccably tidy, with every element seemingly chosen to evoke both comfort and sophistication. The sofa, a plush three-seater upholstered in neutral beige fabric, sat at the center of the room. A glass coffee table stood in front of the sofa, its smooth surface gleaming faintly. Seated on the sofa was the SCW Adrenaline Champion Glory Braddock. The British Bombshell was wearing a royal purple dress that hugged her form with a tailored precision that emphasized her slim waist and elongated her figure. Its long sleeves ended just above her wrists, and the hemline, modest yet contemporary, stopped a few inches above her knees. Her legs, crossed with deliberate grace, were sheathed in sheer black pantyhose. Her feet were adorned with sleek black patent leather heels. The face of the reigning Adrenaline Champion was a picture of confidence. Framed by soft, blonde hair that fell just past her shoulders, her features were relaxed, her lips curved into a faint smile. Resting next to her on the sofa is her SCW Adrenaline Championship title belt, the prize that she will be defending at Dogfight in Dusseldorf against Dexter Grant.
“Ever since I became Adrenaline Champion at Under Attack, it had been my goal to be a fighting champion. I wanted to take on all comers. If you wanted to take a shot at the Best in the World then feel free, take your shot, but you best not miss, because I always will be at the top of my game. Just ask The Magical Cosmic Princess; I put her down. Ask Clyde Sutter, who despite his bragging and boasting about beating my ass, I still pinned him to retain this championship. And ask Ace Marshall. He stepped up to the plate because he thought he was better than me, he thought he could beat me and win his way to a shot at my Adrenaline Championship. But I knew better. I knew I could take Ace Marshall and choke him out like I have choked out so many others with Shekhinah Glory.” The British Bombshell shakes her head.
“Ah but unfortunately it didn’t work out quite the way I had hoped. Sure, I suppose I did pick up the win over Ace. And yes, I did technically choke him out with my Shekhinah Glory. But the one big problem with what happened on Breakdown is Dexter Grant. The same little nuisance who won’t shut his damn mouth about the evils of social media, the dangers of putting yourself out there for the world to see. The self-righteous prick who preaches endlessly but fails to realize that not one single person gives a damn about him or his stupid little crusade.” She smirks.
“You know, Dexter, I could poke so many holes through that little pamphlet of yours. Disconnect? Really? How is disconnecting from the world going to help you…YOU…when you are a professional wrestler! You ARE putting yourself out there whether you like it or not! Sure, take solace knowing that you don’t have a Facebook, LinkedIn, Twitter/X, Instagram accounts. No one can track you through social media because you don’t have any but my God, Dexter, you are a professional wrestler who shows up to work on a worldwide television program to compete in front of thousands upon thousands each and every week. You really put your name on the map by defeating a legend like Rayne Young. You further put your name out there by earning a shot at this Adrenaline Championship. You want to disconnect to stay off the grid? You are doing a piss poor job of it.” The British Bombshell chuckles softly.
“The funny thing about all of this, about your stupid little crusade, is that for awhile I almost saw some logic behind the nonsense that you were spewing. I turn on my social media profile and I see people claiming to be wrestlers posting pictures of themselves in their damn underwear with little to no mention about their upcoming matches and I cannot help but ask myself, are they trying to hype their upcoming schedule of wrestling matches or are they trying to gain new followers for their OnlyFans account? So yes, to an extent I saw some logic behind your ranting and raving. After all, at the end of the day this is professional wrestling and the name of the game is WINNING…and you win by pinning your opponent’s shoulders to the mat or making them submit. For seventeen years my primary focus has not been on getting likes or retweets or any of that garbage. My focus has been on being the Best in the World at professional wrestling and I have the hardware to prove that I have succeeded.” Braddock pats the Adrenaline title belts that rests next to her.
“Your problem is that you are distracted. You are letting your crusade become your priority and not your career of professional wrestling. Tell me, Dexter, at the end of the day if you manage to convince a few dozen idiots to buy into your drivel but it comes at the expense of never having a successful wrestling career, then what exactly have you gained? You can disconnect from the world wide web all you want but you still have to pay the bills and as a professional wrestler winning matches and winning championships is what pays the bills. Convincing people to drink your kool-aid doesn’t pay any bills. But you are focused primarily on the crusade and not on the wrestling. You have been lucky so far to have survived without that distraction costing you a match. You have been lucky that your lackey has saved your ass on more than one occasion.” Glory shakes her head.
“But your luck has run out, Dexter. For starters you are facing me, The British Bombshell, a second generation wrestler with seventeen years of in ring experience. Bring your little errand boy and anyone else who buys into the nonsense you’re selling, I’ll whip their assess and yours. It won’t matter because I have been around this business all my life and I have seen every dirty trick in the book. Nothing surprises me and I am prepared for all of it. And on top of that, as of that wasn’t enough, you went and pissed me off. This was just going to be a normal title defense. Sure, my opponent…you…might be a little crazy and unhinged but the end game is still the same; I need to retain my Adrenaline Championship. It was nothing personal, it was just business.” She points a finger at the camera.
“You made it personal, Dexter. See, I take pride in what I do. I take pride in being the best wrestler in the world today. Defeating someone like Ace Marshall…as unorthodox and, frankly, as annoying as he may be…he is a former world champion, he has achieved a great deal in SCW. Defeating him clean would have been one hell of a feather in my cap. It would have been something I would have been very proud of. But you robbed me of that. Sure, it will go down in the record books as a submission victory for me over Ace, but I know deep down in my heart and soul you set him up. You busted him wide open with that shot to the head. I could have tapped him out on my own but you stole that from me. So now what was just business has now become very much personal. I am not going into this match simply to defend my title. I am going in with the intention of teaching you a lesson that you will never forget. I am going into this match with a goal and that goal is to shut your damn mouth.” Glory Braddock picks up her title belt and holds it up in the air.
“See this? Get a good long look because you will never take this from me. You are not going to use this as a mere prop to help your silly little cause. Your days of using SCW as a platform to preach to the masses about your nonsense is over because you went and pissed off the wrong bitch and now I am going to choke you unconscious in front of the whole damn world.” She shuts her eyes. “Sic Semper Tyrannis.”
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January 23rd, 2025
London, England
Off Camera
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It’s after hours at the Braddock Wrestling School, which Glory is thankful for. It gives her time not only to prepare for her upcoming Adrenaline Title defense in Dusseldorf, but it also gives her time to bond with her younger sister Julia, who she is visiting with during her European stay. The setting of the Braddock Wrestling School has high ceilings and plenty of natural light filtering in through large rectangular windows. A regulation size professional wrestling ring stands prominently in the background. The ring is raised slightly off the ground, framed by taut ropes wrapped in black and pink padding, giving it a professional yet approachable feel. The mat inside the ring is smooth and covered in dark fabric, hinting at frequent use but well-maintained. The walls in the background are painted a light neutral color, and the space feels open and airy.
In the foreground, two women stand side by side; Glory Braddock and her sister Julia Braddock. Glory wears a matching navy blue and pink sports outfit consisting of a crop top and high-waisted leggings. The crop top is form-fitting and sleeveless, with white piping along the edges that highlights its sporty design. The leggings feature a bold color-blocking style, with navy blue panels on the outside and bright magenta running down the inner legs, separated by a narrow strip of white. The fabric of her outfit hugs her toned frame, emphasizing her athletic build, and she stands comfortably, exuding an easygoing charm. Her blond hair is pulled back into a casual ponytail. On her feet, she wears simple sneakers. Her sister Julia wears a fitted ivory long-sleeve top that molds to her figure, tucked neatly into a black pencil skirt that falls just above her knees. The skirt is tailored to perfection, accentuating her professional and sophisticated demeanor. Her blond hair is worn loose, cascading over her shoulders in soft waves, adding a touch of elegance to her appearance. She pairs her outfit with classic black high heels, the pointed toes and sleek design enhancing her poised stance.
The British Bombshell has just finished stretching, squats, push ups, and other various exercises. It may be after hours but she is going to put in as much time in the gym as she can a.head of Dogfight in Dusseldorf. Julia Braddock, her at times more arrogant younger sister, is even impressed with her intensity, even though she won’t admit it. Instead, Julia keeps the conversation light.
“I’m really glad you came to see me, Gloria.”
“SCW is hosting a show in Germany. I’m defending my Adrenaline Title there.” Glory looks up at her smirks. “What kind of a sister would I be if I were traveling to Europe and DIDN’T stop by to speak to my baby sister?”
“You would be an awful sister.”
“So no difference?” Glory chuckles.
“You said it, not me!”
“What can I say? I’m honest.” Glory grabs a nearby towel as she stands up. She wipes the sweat from her face. “So, how is Dawnie doing?”
“Dawn is spectacular!” Julie beams. “She is taking to the business like a fish to water. She is a natural.”
“I’m not surprised one bit. How are you two getting along?”
“Beautifully.” Julia answers quickly. “She loves it here and she is quite the classy little lady.”
“Again, I am not surprised.” Glory points at Julia. “My daughter has more in common with you than she does me, you know that?”
“You can’t fault the girl for enjoying class and the finer things in life.”
“No, I suppose not.” She shakes her head. “I’m going to run the ropes some more…” Glory looks over at Julia “...wanna join me?”
“Run the ropes? In these heels?”
“You could spar.” Glory winks. “Take the shoes off, sis. Show me what you got.”
“Sorry, Gloria, but I love this skirt an this top, and I am not ruining them just to fight you.”
“Put on your gear.”
“I didn’t bring my gear.” Julia snickers and points a finger at her older sibling. “Unlike you, I do not eat, sleep, and breathe wrestling.”
“Suit yourself.” Glory shrugs her shoulders. She approaches the ring and sits down on the edge of the ring apron. “Still, I have more training to do. I have a title defense in Germany to prepare for and I am NOT going to let that creep Dexter beat me.”
“Speaking of creeps, what about your stalker?” Julia asks, joining her sister by sitting next to her on the edge of the ring apron.
“I’d rather not talk about it.”
“Gloria, you know I can be a pain in the ass, but I think I’m owed.” Julia remarks. “This situation regarding you and this stalker impacted not just you but the entire family. They got close to you, they could’ve gotten close to all of us, myself included.”
“You have no idea how close he got.” Glory remarks, rolling her eyes.
“Then tell me.”
“Fine.” The older Braddock sighs and looks into Julia’s eyes. “His name is Hubert Gaetz.”
“Who?”
“That’s was my reaction too.” She chuckles. “Kurt and I had no idea who the bloke was. Turns out he was just some creep who has a history of finding girls he likes, stalking them, and kidnapping them if need be.”
“Damn. And he had no connection to you whatsoever?” Julia asks. Glory shakes her head.
“None. He was just a…well…” her voice trails off. Julia smirks knowingly.
“He was an obsessed fan?”
“Yes, I suppose he was.”
“I knew it!” Julia excitedly declares. She quickly realizes how bad that sounded and covers her mouth. “Oops, sorry…”
“You’re forgiven.”
“But still…I did tell you that it was likely some crazed fan, didn’t I? That was my theory from the very beginning.”
“Ok, ok, I get it.” Glory rolls her eyes. “You were right, I was wrong. Happy now?”
“I’m fabulous.” Julia snickers. “Anytime you say those magic words…Julia was right…that makes me happy.”
“Julia was right.”
“Music to my ears!” Julia laughs. She then hops up off of the ring apron. “Anyway, as much as I would love to stay and rub it in some more, I have things to do. Like make Dawn and my adopted daughter Serena are not getting into any trouble.”
“Knowing those two they likely are.” Glory snickers. “You better hurry.”
“I will.” Julia motions for Glory to stand up. Glory stands up and the sisters embrace in a warm hug. “Take care of yourself, Gloria. And be more careful next time. Your baby sister won’t always be here to protect you.” She winks playfully.
“Right.”
Glory watches as Julia walks away, Julia’s heels echoing on the concrete floor as she goes along. The British Bombshell then turns her attention to a heavy bag over in a corner. Braddock starts laying into the bag with rights, lefts, and kicks, all to prepare herself for the upcoming title match in Dusseldorf. As she punches and kicks away at the heavy bag, Braddock hears the approach of high heels across the concrete floor, this time coming closer to her. Glory smirks.
“Julia, sis, did you forget something?” She stops punching at the bag. She turns around expecting to find her sister standing there. Instead she finds her longtime best friend Sophie O’Brian standing there. The Northern Irish woman is wearing a tailored black blazer with structured shoulders, sheer black polka-dot stockings with a lace top add a subtle, feminine detail that contrasts beautifully with the sharpness of the blazer. She completes the outfit with black pointed-toe stiletto heels. Her blonde hair is styled in a neat, high bun with a few loose strands framing her face.
“Not quite who you were expecting?”
“Uh, not really, no.” Glory smiles. “How did you get in?”
“You gave my brother a key, remember?” She winks. “He is one of the trainers here at your late father’s wrestling academy.”
“Of course.” Glory laughs. “I feel like an idiot, I should have known that.”
“It is quite alright, Gloria. You are entitled to being a little…off, considering everything you have been through.” She motions for Glory to come forward. “Come, give me a hug. It has been too long.”
Glory approaches and hugs Sophie. It is a tight embrace, very warm. Perhaps too warm? Sophie’s hands start to go a little south towards her buttock. Glory feels uncomfortable and pushes her away. Sophie smirks knowingly.
“Something wrong, love?”
“Uh, nothing.” Glory insists. “Nothing at all.”
“Good.” Sophie answers. “Because I would never want to upset you, Gloria. You know that? You are my closest, nearest, dearest friend.”
“Right…thanks, Sophie.” Glory says uneasily. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I really should…”
“Did you enjoy the gifts I sent you?” The question comes out of nowhere. Glory is startled by it and turns to look sharply at Sophie.
“What did you say?”
“Did you enjoy the gifts?” She chuckles. “I really hope you enjoyed that diamond necklace. It was quite expensive.”
“You…” Glory takes a step back and points a finger at Sophie “...you sent the diamond necklace?”
“All of it.” Sophie nods her head. “Well…technically Mr. Gaetz did all of it on my behalf. But I gave him the money to purchase the gifts, I gave him your number so he could give you those lovely phone calls, and I gave him your address so he could take that lovely picture.” Sophie sighs. “The poor sap took the fall for it. It is a shame.” Glory walks up to Sophie and punches her in the face, knocking her to the ground.
“You have done some pretty sick and twisted things! But this really takes the cake, Sophie! Have you lost your damn mind?! You crossed the line from being creepy to being criminal!”
“And what are you going to do about it, Gloria?” Sophie laughs as she pushes herself back up. “Call the police?”
“I might.”
“You can’t prove anything.” Sophie says tauntingly. “Sure, it would be a minor inconvenience for me but I wouldn’t get into trouble. The police have their man…at least who they think is their man…and I am sure they will be happy to close the book on that nuisance of a case.”
“What…” Glory’s voice trails off as she stares into the evil eyes of a woman she thought was her best friend “...what do you want?”
“Oh my dear, Gloria. I have obtained many prizes in my time. But there is one prize that I have always craved but has always eluded me.” She approaches Glory and kisses her on the cheek. “You.”
“Me?!”
“You are that one grand prize that I need for my trophy case and trust me, my dear, I will have you, one way or another.”
Sophie turns and walks off. Glory watches her in horror. She thought it was over a few days ago when Hubert Gaetz was arrested by Miami Police. But now she realizes that her nightmare has only just begun.
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January 25th, 2025
On Camera
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The room was bathed in soft, natural light filtering through tall, sheer curtains. The afternoon sun cast a gentle glow on the beige walls, highlighting the subtle texture of the paint and adding warmth to the inviting space. The room was impeccably tidy, with every element seemingly chosen to evoke both comfort and sophistication. The sofa, a plush three-seater upholstered in neutral beige fabric, sat at the center of the room. A glass coffee table stood in front of the sofa, its smooth surface gleaming faintly. Seated on the sofa was the SCW Adrenaline Champion Glory Braddock. The British Bombshell was wearing a royal purple dress that hugged her form with a tailored precision that emphasized her slim waist and elongated her figure. Its long sleeves ended just above her wrists, and the hemline, modest yet contemporary, stopped a few inches above her knees. Her legs, crossed with deliberate grace, were sheathed in sheer black pantyhose. Her feet were adorned with sleek black patent leather heels. The face of the reigning Adrenaline Champion was a picture of confidence. Framed by soft, blonde hair that fell just past her shoulders, her features were relaxed, her lips curved into a faint smile. Resting next to her on the sofa is her SCW Adrenaline Championship title belt, the prize that she will be defending at Dogfight in Dusseldorf against Dexter Grant.
“Ever since I became Adrenaline Champion at Under Attack, it had been my goal to be a fighting champion. I wanted to take on all comers. If you wanted to take a shot at the Best in the World then feel free, take your shot, but you best not miss, because I always will be at the top of my game. Just ask The Magical Cosmic Princess; I put her down. Ask Clyde Sutter, who despite his bragging and boasting about beating my ass, I still pinned him to retain this championship. And ask Ace Marshall. He stepped up to the plate because he thought he was better than me, he thought he could beat me and win his way to a shot at my Adrenaline Championship. But I knew better. I knew I could take Ace Marshall and choke him out like I have choked out so many others with Shekhinah Glory.” The British Bombshell shakes her head.
“Ah but unfortunately it didn’t work out quite the way I had hoped. Sure, I suppose I did pick up the win over Ace. And yes, I did technically choke him out with my Shekhinah Glory. But the one big problem with what happened on Breakdown is Dexter Grant. The same little nuisance who won’t shut his damn mouth about the evils of social media, the dangers of putting yourself out there for the world to see. The self-righteous prick who preaches endlessly but fails to realize that not one single person gives a damn about him or his stupid little crusade.” She smirks.
“You know, Dexter, I could poke so many holes through that little pamphlet of yours. Disconnect? Really? How is disconnecting from the world going to help you…YOU…when you are a professional wrestler! You ARE putting yourself out there whether you like it or not! Sure, take solace knowing that you don’t have a Facebook, LinkedIn, Twitter/X, Instagram accounts. No one can track you through social media because you don’t have any but my God, Dexter, you are a professional wrestler who shows up to work on a worldwide television program to compete in front of thousands upon thousands each and every week. You really put your name on the map by defeating a legend like Rayne Young. You further put your name out there by earning a shot at this Adrenaline Championship. You want to disconnect to stay off the grid? You are doing a piss poor job of it.” The British Bombshell chuckles softly.
“The funny thing about all of this, about your stupid little crusade, is that for awhile I almost saw some logic behind the nonsense that you were spewing. I turn on my social media profile and I see people claiming to be wrestlers posting pictures of themselves in their damn underwear with little to no mention about their upcoming matches and I cannot help but ask myself, are they trying to hype their upcoming schedule of wrestling matches or are they trying to gain new followers for their OnlyFans account? So yes, to an extent I saw some logic behind your ranting and raving. After all, at the end of the day this is professional wrestling and the name of the game is WINNING…and you win by pinning your opponent’s shoulders to the mat or making them submit. For seventeen years my primary focus has not been on getting likes or retweets or any of that garbage. My focus has been on being the Best in the World at professional wrestling and I have the hardware to prove that I have succeeded.” Braddock pats the Adrenaline title belts that rests next to her.
“Your problem is that you are distracted. You are letting your crusade become your priority and not your career of professional wrestling. Tell me, Dexter, at the end of the day if you manage to convince a few dozen idiots to buy into your drivel but it comes at the expense of never having a successful wrestling career, then what exactly have you gained? You can disconnect from the world wide web all you want but you still have to pay the bills and as a professional wrestler winning matches and winning championships is what pays the bills. Convincing people to drink your kool-aid doesn’t pay any bills. But you are focused primarily on the crusade and not on the wrestling. You have been lucky so far to have survived without that distraction costing you a match. You have been lucky that your lackey has saved your ass on more than one occasion.” Glory shakes her head.
“But your luck has run out, Dexter. For starters you are facing me, The British Bombshell, a second generation wrestler with seventeen years of in ring experience. Bring your little errand boy and anyone else who buys into the nonsense you’re selling, I’ll whip their assess and yours. It won’t matter because I have been around this business all my life and I have seen every dirty trick in the book. Nothing surprises me and I am prepared for all of it. And on top of that, as of that wasn’t enough, you went and pissed me off. This was just going to be a normal title defense. Sure, my opponent…you…might be a little crazy and unhinged but the end game is still the same; I need to retain my Adrenaline Championship. It was nothing personal, it was just business.” She points a finger at the camera.
“You made it personal, Dexter. See, I take pride in what I do. I take pride in being the best wrestler in the world today. Defeating someone like Ace Marshall…as unorthodox and, frankly, as annoying as he may be…he is a former world champion, he has achieved a great deal in SCW. Defeating him clean would have been one hell of a feather in my cap. It would have been something I would have been very proud of. But you robbed me of that. Sure, it will go down in the record books as a submission victory for me over Ace, but I know deep down in my heart and soul you set him up. You busted him wide open with that shot to the head. I could have tapped him out on my own but you stole that from me. So now what was just business has now become very much personal. I am not going into this match simply to defend my title. I am going in with the intention of teaching you a lesson that you will never forget. I am going into this match with a goal and that goal is to shut your damn mouth.” Glory Braddock picks up her title belt and holds it up in the air.
“See this? Get a good long look because you will never take this from me. You are not going to use this as a mere prop to help your silly little cause. Your days of using SCW as a platform to preach to the masses about your nonsense is over because you went and pissed off the wrong bitch and now I am going to choke you unconscious in front of the whole damn world.” She shuts her eyes. “Sic Semper Tyrannis.”
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SCW World Champion 1x
SCW United States Champion 1x
SCW Adrenaline Champion 1x
SCW Television Champion 1x
SCW World Tag Team Champion 1x (w/Brittany Lohan)
Supreme Champion
2019 Trios Tournament Winner (w/ Regan Street & Kellen Jeffries)
2020 Trios Tournament Winner (w/ Ace Marshall & David Helms)
SCW Adrenaline Champion 1x
SCW Television Champion 1x
SCW World Tag Team Champion 1x (w/Brittany Lohan)
Supreme Champion
2019 Trios Tournament Winner (w/ Regan Street & Kellen Jeffries)
2020 Trios Tournament Winner (w/ Ace Marshall & David Helms)