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February 10th, 2025
London, England
Off Camera
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It has been a week since Clyde Sutter had an emergency visit with his psychiatrist and therapist Dr. Evelyn Carter. Sutter felt the session was necessary due to fear, and for those who know him know that very little frightens him. Yet lately, with the emergence of his sister Lilith Sutter, and her constant harassment of him, her constant attempts to persuade him to drop everything and join her in the ‘family business’, has gotten to Clyde. He has been on edge, not knowing when or where she will show up next. This frustration, this harassment, all of it has further given Sutter cause for concern regarding his anger issues. He had went to great lengths to conquer his demons, to learn how to channel his temper, that rage that had once driven him. He did it all to win back the love of his life, Melinda Braddock. But if Lilith Sutter pushes his buttons, if she pushes him too far, Clyde fears that he may lose control. He fears that may let his rage take over and if that happens, he has no idea what will occur. He knows he needs to find peace, somewhere he can feel safe. And he does feel comfortable in his home nation of England. He has decided to take his girlfriend Melinda and her adopted sister Fiona Logan to visit their old stomping grounds, the same place that trained all three of them at one point in their careers: the Braddock Wrestling School.
This is a strange feeling for the imposing figure known as Clyde Sutter as he stands just across the threshold, inside the main gym area of the Braddock Wrestling School. It brings back mixed feelings; it reminds him of his uncontrollable rage, for he got kicked out of this school by the school’s owner, Glory Braddock, for being too violent, too vicious, and too brutal. At the same time he would never have got his start in professional wrestling had it not been for this place and he would never have met the love of his life had it not been for this place. The gym area includes gray walls with peeling paint, a black rubberized floor, and various pieces of exercise equipment neatly arranged throughout the space. A large mirror on the left reflects the gym’s interior, making the space appear even larger. A row of dumbbells sits on a multi-tiered rack, with weight plates and additional gym machines visible in the background. Sutter is wearing a black sleeveless tank top, light gray sweatpants, and black athletic shoes. Melinda stands to his right, wearing a tight-fitting olive green long-sleeve crop top and high-waisted gray leggings with white horizontal stripes around her thighs. Her outfit is paired with white sneakers. To Sutter’s left is Fiona Logan. Unlike Clyde and Melinda, Fiona is not dressed for a workout. She is wearing torn denim jeans, black boots, a black crop top, and a black leather jacket.
“Feels good to be home.” Melinda smirks as she looks up at Clyde. He is staring straight ahead, unblinking, emotionless. “I bet this brings back some great memories.”
“It certainly brings back memories, my love. Not all of them are pleasant.” He turns his attention back to Melinda and finally a smile crosses his face. “Those that involve you are the pleasant ones.”
“You had such a reputation for being a bad boy.” Melinda remarks. “The coaches would have you spar with the other students and you beat the crap out of every one of them. Then the coaches would try to teach you a lesson and you would hurt them too.”
“I know.” He nods his head. “It is what got me kicked out of this place.”
“It’s also what first brought us together.” She winks playfully. “I wanted to follow in my mother’s footsteps but she was so damn controlling and overprotective. She did not want to train me. But then I heard about you and how she kicked you out and for what? Doing what is expected of you? That’s what this business is about; hurting people. You and I were a lot alike. We were both victims of the same person…my mother.”
“Oh come now, my love. Your mother is not as bad you make her out to be. She did eventually grow to accept our relationship.”
“Reluctantly…” she rolls her eyes “...and let’s face it, she only decided to accept us because she knows that she is dead to me if she tries to break us up.”
“She would never do such a thing.” Clyde steps further into the gym. He approaches the weights. He bends over and picks one up. He smiles pleasantly, as if all of this feels right, it feels perfect. He then sets it back down on the floor. Melinda and Fiona approach, joining him.
“I remember this too.” Melinda sighs. “But I preferred the sparring sessions myself.”
“That is your mother’s preferred training method as well.” Sutter remarks. “You and your mother are indeed a lot alike. And I will forever be grateful to her for giving this world you.” He kisses her on the lips. Fiona makes a gagging sound.
“Quit it will ya? That’s nauseating.” She remarks. Melinda and Clyde turn their attention to Fiona.
“You should get a boyfriend, Fiona.” Melinda teases. “It might not be so nauseating then.”
“Oh it would still be nauseating. I would just be able to nauseate you two.” Fiona walks over to a nearby weight lifting bench and sits down. “But go on, don’t mind me. Fondle with each other.”
“We’re not fondling, Fiona.” Melinda says with a smirk. Clyde then chuckles softly to himself as he approaches Melinda and takes her into his arms.
“Oh I don’t know. We could…”
“Oh yeah?”
“It is not lost on me, the irony that is, of how your mother kicked me out of this school and yet here I am standing here in this same institution, and not only am I allowed to be here, recognized as a former student, but I am now having sex with the daughter of the same woman who kicked me out.”
“TMI!” Fiona exclaims, again making a gagging noise. Sutter and Melinda chuckle to themselves.
“Perhaps we should give your sister a break?”
“Yeah, maybe.” Melinda shrugs. “Besides we did come here for a reason didn’t we? And it isn’t just to take in the atmosphere.”
“This is true.” Clyde nods his head in agreement. He finds another weight lifting bench. First he puts the weights in position on the barbell, arranging the weight to his liking. He then gets down in position on the bench and begins to lift, ever so slowly as not to pull a muscle or to hurt himself before his match on Breakdown one week from now. Melinda watches on with a proud smile.
“Good job, babe. Keep it up. You gotta put that LeCavalier in the ground on Breakdown.”
“What is she supposed to be anyway?” Fiona chimes in. “Last Monarch? Lost Monarch?”
“Does it matter?” Clyde says, grunting through his weight lifting. “She is my next opponent. That is all I need to know and that means her fate is sealed.”
“That sounds great, babe, but save that enthusiasm for the cameras. Ok?” Melinda says winking playfully.
“The cameras…?” Sutter remarks in a scoffing tone “...does it really matter what I say to the masses? All that matters is fate. All that matters is what fate has dictated will happen when she and I meet in the ring. Will she survive? Only if fate allows her to…otherwise I will tear her damn head off.”
“Wow!” Melinda seems genuinely impressed. “I do like the sound of that! But again, save it for Breakdown.”
“That is precisely why I am here, my love. I am here to prepare for Breakdown…” he gently sets the barbell back down and then sits up, staring at Melinda “...and to get away.”
“Get away from what?” Melinda looks confused, bewildered.
“It’s nothing.” The Assassin shakes his head. Still, he feels off. This doesn’t feel right. Something feels wrong. “Did anyone follow us? Does anyone know we are here?”
“Uh, Clyde, my man,” Fiona begins slowly, her own voice seeming to indicate a bit of confusion mixed with concern “only Mels’s aunt Julia knows we’re here.”
“Are you certain?” His eyes are wider now. He almost seems panicked.
“Yeah…” Fiona nods her head “...and uh, you’re sounding a little paranoid. You know?”
“I’m not paranoid.” Clyde shakes his head.
“Actually, babe,” Melinda cautiously approaches Clyde and rests a hand on his massive shoulder “I kind of agree with Fiona. You are sounding a little paranoid. What’s wrong?”
“It’s nothing…” his voice cracks and trails off. Melinda can tell immediately that he is lying.
“Be honest. What is wrong? Let me help you.”
“I would rather not pull you into this, my love.” He remarks, shaking his head. “It safer if you didn’t know.”
“Well it’s too late because I am already involved.” Melinda remarks quickly. “You and I are on this ride together through thick and thin, good and bad, that’s what love is all about. So tell me, what is going on? What is so bad that you are acting so damn strange?”
The Assassin is still reluctant to say anything. He does not want to involve her in this. Still, Melinda is insistent. He sighs and nods his head. He gives in. “Very well. My sister came to visit.”
“That bitch who insulted me back in Birmingham?!” Melinda’s eyes are fierce with an angry glare. “When? Where?!”
“Dusseldorf.” He says matter-of-factly. “She knew we would be there for the SCW event and she stopped by our hotel room while you were out with your mother.”
“Wait, what?!” Melinda sounds incredulous. “When the hell were you planning to tell me?!”
“Never!” Clyde shouts out angrily. “I told you, I did not want to involve you! I never wanted to involve you! Do you understand me?!” By now he is shouting, shouting at the top of his lungs, and he doesn’t realize it. He lost his temper and his breathing heavy with rage. He then sees the genuine look of concern on both the faces of Melinda and Fiona. Instantly a feeling of tremendous guilt washes over The Assassin. He just snapped at his girlfriend. He yelled at Melinda. He had worked so hard to temper his rage and yet he finally lost his cool.
“Uh, babe? Are you ok?” Melinda asks.
“I apologize.” Clyde shakes his head. “I did not mean to yell. Please forgive me.” He gently takes her hand and kisses it.
“It’s all good.” Melinda answers quickly. “It’s just that…I haven’t seen you get this worked up in a very long time. Is that woman…your sister…is she doing all of this to you?”
He nods his head slowly. Clyde then approaches the weight lifting bench and sits back down. He buries his face in his hands. He is near tears due to the anger and frustration of the situation. Melinda sits down next to him and comforts him with a gentle pat on the back. The Assassin then looks back into his girlfriend’s eyes.
“My sister’s presence in my life has bothered me a great deal. Her mere presence alone is enough to upset me because she keeps bringing back bad memories, she reminds me of a past I would rather forget.”
“If it’s your past that is bothering you, well…” Melinda sighs “...I hate to tell you, but you can’t always run from your past. Sometimes you have to confront it.”
“So I have been told.” He shakes his head. “If it were that easy I would confront her but she will not take the hint.”
“What does she want?” Melinda asks.
“She claims that she has taken over my father’s…” he pauses to think of the right term “...his operations.”
“You mean the cult?”
“Lilith claims that it is no longer a cult. She has reformed it into something else. And she wants me to help her with it.”
“And you?” Melinda asks. “What do you want?”
“I don’t want anything to do with her!” He exclaims again, this time not as loud. “She is delusional if she thinks she still has a place in my life! Hell, I never even knew she existed until she walked up and introduced herself. Why would I want anything to do with her now?!”
“I understand, babe, I really do.” She takes Sutter’s hand and squeezes it tight. “But what are you going to do?”
“I have no idea.” He sighs and shrugs his shoulders. “She will not leave me alone.”
“Is she dangerous?” Fiona chimes in. Clyde casts a glance at Fiona.
“My sister is a delusional fool.” He says coldly. “The only danger she poses is to my own mental well-being. You have already seen what happens when she gets under my skin.”
“Well don’t worry.” Melinda cuddles up close to Clyde. “We’ll get through this together.”
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On Camera
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The camera begins to roll. The setting is striking; tall sturdy columns arranged in an orderly pattern. The ceiling consists of elegant brickwork arches, illuminated by warm, orange-red lighting. A few moments later two figures enter the scene from the right; Clyde Sutter and his beloved Melinda Braddock. Melinda has long wavy blonde hair cascading past her shoulders. She is dressed in an all-black outfit, consisting of a coat over a long dress with a high neckline and long sleeves. Her boyfriend, The Assassin, has his long dark hair reaching pst his shoulders. He is wearing a fitted long-sleeve gray sweater and black pants. A green scarf with fringe detailing is wrapped around his neck. He has a relaxed yet confident posture, one arm hanging at his side while the other rests slightly behind his beloved.
“Ryan Lecavalier…The Lost Monarch…” Melinda Braddock begins to clap her hands slowly “...I applaud you for everything you have accomplished since arriving in SCW. You truly have taken this company by storm, pushing some of the greats to their very limits, and already you have won your first taste of championship gold at Dogfight in Dusseldorf. You really have impressed both myself and Clyde.” She smirks. “Too bad that it is all…about…to end.”
“Do you like this backdrop, Ms. Lecavalier?” Sutter asks with a deceptive grin on his face. “I hope you do, myself and my love chose it with you in mind. Is it not reminiscent of the ancient empires of kingdoms of old? Ancient Greece and Ancient Rome? When I learned that I would be fighting you for the Television Championship, I knew that this was the kind of backdrop we needed. Something like this just screams LOST MONARCH, don’t you agree? Still, my beloved and I were perplexed over one thing…you call yourself the Lost Monarch and yet you stand there as a champion in Supreme Championship Wrestling. Anyone who can achieve championship status in this company is hardly lost. Honestly, it did not make sense to us.” He then snaps his fingers.
“But then it hit me! I figured it out!” Clyde laughs. “Fate does have a unique sense of humor and, once again, she has played one of her sinister practical jokes on you. You may be a champion but you hold the one piece of gold that is the most difficult to keep a grip on. In fact, some might argue that it is not a very enviable championship because she who holds that gold must defend it each and every show. In Dusseldorf you dethroned Polly…but now you must turn around and face me.”
“Talk about your bad luck.” Melinda snickers.
“You have quickly built up an empire all your own in SCW. Just like other monarchs throughout history you have conquered each and every single foe who has been put in front of you all the way to claiming your crown. You made people like YUYO and Polly bend the knee. Now you have the throne, you have the title, but what you fail to realize in your jubilance and celebration is that Fate has already written your end. Just look at the history of every monarchy, of every empire. Ancient Greece fell. Ancient Rome fell. All of them fell when Fate dictated that their armageddon had come.”
Suddenly the image in the background changes. Now we are seeing the same image only it is ablaze, the flames slowly rendering the magnificent structure to rubble. Melinda and Clyde stand there smirking with smug arrogance.
“Now your armageddon has come, Ms. Lecavalier, and his name is Clyde Sutter. I am the armageddon that will bring a sudden and very violent end to your short reign as Television Champion. This is why you are Lost, isn’t it? You are a Monarch over a championship that you know you are about to lose. The barbarian horde are storming the gates and you cannot stop it. But the worst part about it, for you, is how hard you worked for this.” He chuckles. “You worked so hard for this moment only to have someone bastard like me come and take it from you. You busted your ass only to have me come along and tear that Television Title out of your cold dead hands.”
“It really is a shame.” Melinda shakes her head, feigning sadness and remorse. The Assassin doesn’t even pretend to show remorse. He stares coldly at the camera, showing no emotion.
“You are but a mere victim of Fate. People like you, who claim to be royalty in this world, you think you are special, you think you can rise above the power of Fate. That is where you are wrong and that is why people like you always fail. That is why the empires of old have always fallen…they falsely believe that they are great enough to overcome Fate, they believe that they can write their own fate. They were not special and neither are you, Ms. Lecavalier. As good a wrestler as you are, and you are indeed very good, when the time comes…when Fate decides that your reign shall end…then it shall end in a violent, bloody, fury, and it shall end at my hands.”
Melinda places a hand on Clyde’s chest. “That championship is going to look so good with us.”
“Indeed it will, my love.” He kisses Melinda on the lips and then turns back to face the camera. “Fate has dictated that your reign as Television Champion is at an end. Your Fate is sealed.”
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February 10th, 2025
London, England
Off Camera
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It has been a week since Clyde Sutter had an emergency visit with his psychiatrist and therapist Dr. Evelyn Carter. Sutter felt the session was necessary due to fear, and for those who know him know that very little frightens him. Yet lately, with the emergence of his sister Lilith Sutter, and her constant harassment of him, her constant attempts to persuade him to drop everything and join her in the ‘family business’, has gotten to Clyde. He has been on edge, not knowing when or where she will show up next. This frustration, this harassment, all of it has further given Sutter cause for concern regarding his anger issues. He had went to great lengths to conquer his demons, to learn how to channel his temper, that rage that had once driven him. He did it all to win back the love of his life, Melinda Braddock. But if Lilith Sutter pushes his buttons, if she pushes him too far, Clyde fears that he may lose control. He fears that may let his rage take over and if that happens, he has no idea what will occur. He knows he needs to find peace, somewhere he can feel safe. And he does feel comfortable in his home nation of England. He has decided to take his girlfriend Melinda and her adopted sister Fiona Logan to visit their old stomping grounds, the same place that trained all three of them at one point in their careers: the Braddock Wrestling School.
This is a strange feeling for the imposing figure known as Clyde Sutter as he stands just across the threshold, inside the main gym area of the Braddock Wrestling School. It brings back mixed feelings; it reminds him of his uncontrollable rage, for he got kicked out of this school by the school’s owner, Glory Braddock, for being too violent, too vicious, and too brutal. At the same time he would never have got his start in professional wrestling had it not been for this place and he would never have met the love of his life had it not been for this place. The gym area includes gray walls with peeling paint, a black rubberized floor, and various pieces of exercise equipment neatly arranged throughout the space. A large mirror on the left reflects the gym’s interior, making the space appear even larger. A row of dumbbells sits on a multi-tiered rack, with weight plates and additional gym machines visible in the background. Sutter is wearing a black sleeveless tank top, light gray sweatpants, and black athletic shoes. Melinda stands to his right, wearing a tight-fitting olive green long-sleeve crop top and high-waisted gray leggings with white horizontal stripes around her thighs. Her outfit is paired with white sneakers. To Sutter’s left is Fiona Logan. Unlike Clyde and Melinda, Fiona is not dressed for a workout. She is wearing torn denim jeans, black boots, a black crop top, and a black leather jacket.
“Feels good to be home.” Melinda smirks as she looks up at Clyde. He is staring straight ahead, unblinking, emotionless. “I bet this brings back some great memories.”
“It certainly brings back memories, my love. Not all of them are pleasant.” He turns his attention back to Melinda and finally a smile crosses his face. “Those that involve you are the pleasant ones.”
“You had such a reputation for being a bad boy.” Melinda remarks. “The coaches would have you spar with the other students and you beat the crap out of every one of them. Then the coaches would try to teach you a lesson and you would hurt them too.”
“I know.” He nods his head. “It is what got me kicked out of this place.”
“It’s also what first brought us together.” She winks playfully. “I wanted to follow in my mother’s footsteps but she was so damn controlling and overprotective. She did not want to train me. But then I heard about you and how she kicked you out and for what? Doing what is expected of you? That’s what this business is about; hurting people. You and I were a lot alike. We were both victims of the same person…my mother.”
“Oh come now, my love. Your mother is not as bad you make her out to be. She did eventually grow to accept our relationship.”
“Reluctantly…” she rolls her eyes “...and let’s face it, she only decided to accept us because she knows that she is dead to me if she tries to break us up.”
“She would never do such a thing.” Clyde steps further into the gym. He approaches the weights. He bends over and picks one up. He smiles pleasantly, as if all of this feels right, it feels perfect. He then sets it back down on the floor. Melinda and Fiona approach, joining him.
“I remember this too.” Melinda sighs. “But I preferred the sparring sessions myself.”
“That is your mother’s preferred training method as well.” Sutter remarks. “You and your mother are indeed a lot alike. And I will forever be grateful to her for giving this world you.” He kisses her on the lips. Fiona makes a gagging sound.
“Quit it will ya? That’s nauseating.” She remarks. Melinda and Clyde turn their attention to Fiona.
“You should get a boyfriend, Fiona.” Melinda teases. “It might not be so nauseating then.”
“Oh it would still be nauseating. I would just be able to nauseate you two.” Fiona walks over to a nearby weight lifting bench and sits down. “But go on, don’t mind me. Fondle with each other.”
“We’re not fondling, Fiona.” Melinda says with a smirk. Clyde then chuckles softly to himself as he approaches Melinda and takes her into his arms.
“Oh I don’t know. We could…”
“Oh yeah?”
“It is not lost on me, the irony that is, of how your mother kicked me out of this school and yet here I am standing here in this same institution, and not only am I allowed to be here, recognized as a former student, but I am now having sex with the daughter of the same woman who kicked me out.”
“TMI!” Fiona exclaims, again making a gagging noise. Sutter and Melinda chuckle to themselves.
“Perhaps we should give your sister a break?”
“Yeah, maybe.” Melinda shrugs. “Besides we did come here for a reason didn’t we? And it isn’t just to take in the atmosphere.”
“This is true.” Clyde nods his head in agreement. He finds another weight lifting bench. First he puts the weights in position on the barbell, arranging the weight to his liking. He then gets down in position on the bench and begins to lift, ever so slowly as not to pull a muscle or to hurt himself before his match on Breakdown one week from now. Melinda watches on with a proud smile.
“Good job, babe. Keep it up. You gotta put that LeCavalier in the ground on Breakdown.”
“What is she supposed to be anyway?” Fiona chimes in. “Last Monarch? Lost Monarch?”
“Does it matter?” Clyde says, grunting through his weight lifting. “She is my next opponent. That is all I need to know and that means her fate is sealed.”
“That sounds great, babe, but save that enthusiasm for the cameras. Ok?” Melinda says winking playfully.
“The cameras…?” Sutter remarks in a scoffing tone “...does it really matter what I say to the masses? All that matters is fate. All that matters is what fate has dictated will happen when she and I meet in the ring. Will she survive? Only if fate allows her to…otherwise I will tear her damn head off.”
“Wow!” Melinda seems genuinely impressed. “I do like the sound of that! But again, save it for Breakdown.”
“That is precisely why I am here, my love. I am here to prepare for Breakdown…” he gently sets the barbell back down and then sits up, staring at Melinda “...and to get away.”
“Get away from what?” Melinda looks confused, bewildered.
“It’s nothing.” The Assassin shakes his head. Still, he feels off. This doesn’t feel right. Something feels wrong. “Did anyone follow us? Does anyone know we are here?”
“Uh, Clyde, my man,” Fiona begins slowly, her own voice seeming to indicate a bit of confusion mixed with concern “only Mels’s aunt Julia knows we’re here.”
“Are you certain?” His eyes are wider now. He almost seems panicked.
“Yeah…” Fiona nods her head “...and uh, you’re sounding a little paranoid. You know?”
“I’m not paranoid.” Clyde shakes his head.
“Actually, babe,” Melinda cautiously approaches Clyde and rests a hand on his massive shoulder “I kind of agree with Fiona. You are sounding a little paranoid. What’s wrong?”
“It’s nothing…” his voice cracks and trails off. Melinda can tell immediately that he is lying.
“Be honest. What is wrong? Let me help you.”
“I would rather not pull you into this, my love.” He remarks, shaking his head. “It safer if you didn’t know.”
“Well it’s too late because I am already involved.” Melinda remarks quickly. “You and I are on this ride together through thick and thin, good and bad, that’s what love is all about. So tell me, what is going on? What is so bad that you are acting so damn strange?”
The Assassin is still reluctant to say anything. He does not want to involve her in this. Still, Melinda is insistent. He sighs and nods his head. He gives in. “Very well. My sister came to visit.”
“That bitch who insulted me back in Birmingham?!” Melinda’s eyes are fierce with an angry glare. “When? Where?!”
“Dusseldorf.” He says matter-of-factly. “She knew we would be there for the SCW event and she stopped by our hotel room while you were out with your mother.”
“Wait, what?!” Melinda sounds incredulous. “When the hell were you planning to tell me?!”
“Never!” Clyde shouts out angrily. “I told you, I did not want to involve you! I never wanted to involve you! Do you understand me?!” By now he is shouting, shouting at the top of his lungs, and he doesn’t realize it. He lost his temper and his breathing heavy with rage. He then sees the genuine look of concern on both the faces of Melinda and Fiona. Instantly a feeling of tremendous guilt washes over The Assassin. He just snapped at his girlfriend. He yelled at Melinda. He had worked so hard to temper his rage and yet he finally lost his cool.
“Uh, babe? Are you ok?” Melinda asks.
“I apologize.” Clyde shakes his head. “I did not mean to yell. Please forgive me.” He gently takes her hand and kisses it.
“It’s all good.” Melinda answers quickly. “It’s just that…I haven’t seen you get this worked up in a very long time. Is that woman…your sister…is she doing all of this to you?”
He nods his head slowly. Clyde then approaches the weight lifting bench and sits back down. He buries his face in his hands. He is near tears due to the anger and frustration of the situation. Melinda sits down next to him and comforts him with a gentle pat on the back. The Assassin then looks back into his girlfriend’s eyes.
“My sister’s presence in my life has bothered me a great deal. Her mere presence alone is enough to upset me because she keeps bringing back bad memories, she reminds me of a past I would rather forget.”
“If it’s your past that is bothering you, well…” Melinda sighs “...I hate to tell you, but you can’t always run from your past. Sometimes you have to confront it.”
“So I have been told.” He shakes his head. “If it were that easy I would confront her but she will not take the hint.”
“What does she want?” Melinda asks.
“She claims that she has taken over my father’s…” he pauses to think of the right term “...his operations.”
“You mean the cult?”
“Lilith claims that it is no longer a cult. She has reformed it into something else. And she wants me to help her with it.”
“And you?” Melinda asks. “What do you want?”
“I don’t want anything to do with her!” He exclaims again, this time not as loud. “She is delusional if she thinks she still has a place in my life! Hell, I never even knew she existed until she walked up and introduced herself. Why would I want anything to do with her now?!”
“I understand, babe, I really do.” She takes Sutter’s hand and squeezes it tight. “But what are you going to do?”
“I have no idea.” He sighs and shrugs his shoulders. “She will not leave me alone.”
“Is she dangerous?” Fiona chimes in. Clyde casts a glance at Fiona.
“My sister is a delusional fool.” He says coldly. “The only danger she poses is to my own mental well-being. You have already seen what happens when she gets under my skin.”
“Well don’t worry.” Melinda cuddles up close to Clyde. “We’ll get through this together.”
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On Camera
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The camera begins to roll. The setting is striking; tall sturdy columns arranged in an orderly pattern. The ceiling consists of elegant brickwork arches, illuminated by warm, orange-red lighting. A few moments later two figures enter the scene from the right; Clyde Sutter and his beloved Melinda Braddock. Melinda has long wavy blonde hair cascading past her shoulders. She is dressed in an all-black outfit, consisting of a coat over a long dress with a high neckline and long sleeves. Her boyfriend, The Assassin, has his long dark hair reaching pst his shoulders. He is wearing a fitted long-sleeve gray sweater and black pants. A green scarf with fringe detailing is wrapped around his neck. He has a relaxed yet confident posture, one arm hanging at his side while the other rests slightly behind his beloved.
“Ryan Lecavalier…The Lost Monarch…” Melinda Braddock begins to clap her hands slowly “...I applaud you for everything you have accomplished since arriving in SCW. You truly have taken this company by storm, pushing some of the greats to their very limits, and already you have won your first taste of championship gold at Dogfight in Dusseldorf. You really have impressed both myself and Clyde.” She smirks. “Too bad that it is all…about…to end.”
“Do you like this backdrop, Ms. Lecavalier?” Sutter asks with a deceptive grin on his face. “I hope you do, myself and my love chose it with you in mind. Is it not reminiscent of the ancient empires of kingdoms of old? Ancient Greece and Ancient Rome? When I learned that I would be fighting you for the Television Championship, I knew that this was the kind of backdrop we needed. Something like this just screams LOST MONARCH, don’t you agree? Still, my beloved and I were perplexed over one thing…you call yourself the Lost Monarch and yet you stand there as a champion in Supreme Championship Wrestling. Anyone who can achieve championship status in this company is hardly lost. Honestly, it did not make sense to us.” He then snaps his fingers.
“But then it hit me! I figured it out!” Clyde laughs. “Fate does have a unique sense of humor and, once again, she has played one of her sinister practical jokes on you. You may be a champion but you hold the one piece of gold that is the most difficult to keep a grip on. In fact, some might argue that it is not a very enviable championship because she who holds that gold must defend it each and every show. In Dusseldorf you dethroned Polly…but now you must turn around and face me.”
“Talk about your bad luck.” Melinda snickers.
“You have quickly built up an empire all your own in SCW. Just like other monarchs throughout history you have conquered each and every single foe who has been put in front of you all the way to claiming your crown. You made people like YUYO and Polly bend the knee. Now you have the throne, you have the title, but what you fail to realize in your jubilance and celebration is that Fate has already written your end. Just look at the history of every monarchy, of every empire. Ancient Greece fell. Ancient Rome fell. All of them fell when Fate dictated that their armageddon had come.”
Suddenly the image in the background changes. Now we are seeing the same image only it is ablaze, the flames slowly rendering the magnificent structure to rubble. Melinda and Clyde stand there smirking with smug arrogance.
“Now your armageddon has come, Ms. Lecavalier, and his name is Clyde Sutter. I am the armageddon that will bring a sudden and very violent end to your short reign as Television Champion. This is why you are Lost, isn’t it? You are a Monarch over a championship that you know you are about to lose. The barbarian horde are storming the gates and you cannot stop it. But the worst part about it, for you, is how hard you worked for this.” He chuckles. “You worked so hard for this moment only to have someone bastard like me come and take it from you. You busted your ass only to have me come along and tear that Television Title out of your cold dead hands.”
“It really is a shame.” Melinda shakes her head, feigning sadness and remorse. The Assassin doesn’t even pretend to show remorse. He stares coldly at the camera, showing no emotion.
“You are but a mere victim of Fate. People like you, who claim to be royalty in this world, you think you are special, you think you can rise above the power of Fate. That is where you are wrong and that is why people like you always fail. That is why the empires of old have always fallen…they falsely believe that they are great enough to overcome Fate, they believe that they can write their own fate. They were not special and neither are you, Ms. Lecavalier. As good a wrestler as you are, and you are indeed very good, when the time comes…when Fate decides that your reign shall end…then it shall end in a violent, bloody, fury, and it shall end at my hands.”
Melinda places a hand on Clyde’s chest. “That championship is going to look so good with us.”
“Indeed it will, my love.” He kisses Melinda on the lips and then turns back to face the camera. “Fate has dictated that your reign as Television Champion is at an end. 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