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June 18th, 2025
Rochester, New York
On Camera
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The soft twilight paints the sky in gentle hues of lavender and blue, casting a serene glow over the historic red brick buildings of Rochester, New York that line the street behind them. Street lamps flicker to life, their golden light creating a warm, intimate ambiance that contrasts beautifully with the encroaching shadows of night. Clyde Sutter commands attention with his imposing figure and powerful presence. He is dressed impeccably in a tailored black suit that accentuates his broad shoulders and muscular frame. His crisp white shirt and black tie add a sharp, classic touch to his formal look. His long, dark hair is slicked back, revealing a strong jawline framed by a neatly groomed beard. Clyde’s expression is calm but focused, his dark eyes locked on his beloved, his fiance Melinda Braddock with a mixture of quiet intensity and guarded affection. Melinda Braddock stands beside him in elegant contrast, embodying grace and sophistication. Her black dress is timeless and refined, with slender straps and a fitted bodice that flows into a gently pleated skirt, falling just above her ankles. The satin like sheen of the fabric catches the light softly, emphasizing her delicate form. Her platinum blonde hair is styled in polished retro curls that frame her porcelain face with a touch of vintage glamour. Melinda’s expression is composed yet curious, her wide eyes meeting Clyde’s with a quiet strength that belies her youthful appearance. The young Third Generation Goddess turns to face the camera. A look of sheer smug arrogance forms across her lovely face.
“I find it entertaining to see the various reactions people have when Fate smacks them in the face with reality. Because Fate, after all, is reality. It is the ultimate reality check. Just look at Taking Hold of the Flame. Thirty nine of the forty competitors entered that battle royal with false overconfidence, false hope that they would be victorious, that it would be their night to claim the golden ticket and march into Rise To Greatness and challenge for the SCW World Title. Fate has a funny, sick, and oftentimes twisted sense of humor, as evidenced when it did not even allow one singular person to lay claim to that coveted prize. It forced two to share in it. Then Fate further twisted that dagger into their hearts when a particular Snow Queen decided to insert herself into the Rise To Greatness main event without even having to win Taking Hold of the Flame. Yet still there are those who threw a tantrum after being eliminated from the battle royal, despite the now obvious proof that they would not have had their precious solo Rise To Greatness main event anyway.” Braddock points a finger at the camera.
“Chance Owens. You made your grand return at Taking Hold of the Flame and what a story it would have been if you had won it all? It would have been a talked about story within the annals of SCW lore for years to come. But that was a fantasy and as I said, Fate is the ultimate reality check. Fate had other plans for you and my fiance, Fate’s Chosen Assassin, merely did the will of Fate by executing you. It was every man for himself, Chance. What did you expect Clyde to do? Let you have your glorious moment in the sun? Had someone else did the deed…say Polly or Enigma or Ryan…would you have jumped them? Think about this, genius. Even had you won Taking Hold of the Flame, Selena Frost still would have used her contract, she still would have inserted herself in the main event of Rise To Greatness, and you STILL would not have had your one on one SCW World Title match. So please, Chance, by all means, explain to myself and Clyde why you threw that childish, immature tantrum? Better yet, explain why you made the worst mistake of your career by provoking Fate’s Chosen Assassin.” Melinda sneers. Clyde Sutter chuckles before planting a kiss on her forehead.
“You are quite right, my beloved; Fate is the ultimate reality check. It keeps people humble. It brings the arrogant down low. It reminds the power hungry scum of the earth who use, abuse, and manipulate others that they are not in control…FATE is in control. It always has been and it always will be. While you were entertained by Mr. Owens and the tantrum he threw after spectacularly failing in his return to in-ring action, I was far more entertained by the so-called greatest wrestler ever falling flat on her face yet again. Now when you mention ‘greatest wrestler’ you might obviously be referring to the world champion, Mr. Aries. Or even one of the two battle royal winners, Mr. Valentine or Mr. Turner. Even Ms. Frost should be considered in the conversation, despite how hated she is right now.” He points a finger at the camera.
“But you, Syren, you are most certainly not in that conversation. It is exactly as myself, and Fate, predicted; you made your bold, ridiculous claims about winning Taking Hold of the Flame and you failed. You promised to win it all this year and you blew it. How many years in a row have you failed, Syren? How many broken promises? Here is a better question; how many times will you make the rest of us suffer through your insufferable nonsense before you finally grant the entire world its one wish from you; quit? How long until you do us all a favor and just quit? Do a little introspection, Syren. Look into a mirror. Look at the writing on the wall and see where you currently stand. You are locked in a bitter feud not with someone of high standing within SCW like a Josh Hudson, James Evans, or a Selena Frost. You are not even feuding with my future mother-in-law Glory Braddock. You are feuding with Meghan Strader.” He chuckles knowingly.
“Now that isn’t a shot at Ms. Strader; I recognize her own past, experience, and reputation. But she is still very new to SCW. You are scheduled for an Underground Rules Match against yours truly. I am not going to be like some and pridefully claim to be better than you, to have surpassed you. I am still very new to SCW and recognize that I have a long way to go. Yet here you are, supposedly the best ever…in your own words…and you are facing me, the new kid, on Breakdown. This isn’t even our first time, Syren. We did battle once before and I had you dead to rights but you needed help to win. You needed Ravyn to help you cheat on your behalf. Do you see it now, Syren? If not then I will gladly spell it out for you.” Fate’s Chosen Assassin sneers nastily at the camera.
“You are on a downward spiral. Those marquee matches and legendary feuds you used to be a part of are but a memory and there is no sign of any future ones in sight. Even your friend, your ally, Mr. Desoubrais, even with his powers as COO cannot shield you. Even he cannot protect you from slowly but surely sliding down the card. Even Mr. Desoubrais cannot save you from your slow but sure transition from greatness to irrelevance. Because as great as you have been in your career, and as many opponents as you have beaten in your career, there is one opponent you cannot defeat and will not defeat…and I am not referring to Ms. Strader or even to myself.” He shakes his head.
“I am referring, of course, to Fate. You cannot defeat Fate, Syren, and Fate has singled you out for elimination. Fate has decided that your time in the spotlight has come to an end. Whether it is myself or Ms. Strader or someone else, you will be eliminated from this industry soon, very soon, and the people will forget about you. They will no longer care about you. The best thing, the wisest thing you could do would be to just walk away while you still have some career records and legendary memories for the unwashed masses to remember you by. But instead of doing the smart thing you are choosing to do the foolish thing; you are choosing to tempt Fate. Fate does not like to be tempted. Just ask Mr. Brock and Ms. Lecavalier what happened when they tempted Fate.” He laughs again.
“Oh, I apologize, I forgot that you are too good to ask other people for advice. People like you, Syren, look down on everyone else. You believe everyone else is beneath you. You have this false sense of entitlement, as if you are better than everyone else and the entire laughing world owes you something. The world owes you nothing, Syren, and Fate definitely owes you nothing. Yet you continue to tempt Fate and now Fate has decided to punish you with this Underground Rules Match; a style most violent, most brutal, and where there are no limitations to the amount of brutality I can inflict. This is a match where I do not have to worry about keeping myself contained. I can do anything I want and no one can stop me, for that is the nature of the Underground. Fate has gifted me with the match I needed in order to put the dagger right through your damn heart.”
“I couldn’t have said it better myself, babe.” Melinda remarks, laughing nastily. “This is an Underground Rules Match and you are facing a monster. You are facing a certifiable loose cannon. I usually stick around to keep his temper in check. I would hate for him to get disqualified, right? But there are no disqualifications in the Underground. You can do anything you want in the Underground. There are no rules. There are no limitations. Fate’s Chosen Assassin can choose to break you in half in any way he wants and the referee cannot stop him. That’s not even the worst of it. I mean, consider your predicament, Syren. How many people in this locker room have you pissed off? How many people in the locker room hate you and would love nothing more than to see your complete and utter demise? Spoiler: everyone. Now granted, most of them are busy with other problems heading into Rise To Greatness but you have Strader and the Cowgirls from Hell who want your head on a platter. You are facing Fate’s Chosen Assassin and he has me in his corner and I am a trained wrestler in my own right. Who exactly do you have in your corner? Two washed up hacks with only one brain between the two of them.” Braddock looks up at Sutter and smirks. “It doesn’t seem very fair, does it babe?”
“No it doesn’t.” Sutter answers back. “Then again, no one ever said that Fate was fair. Fate does not consider fairness or equality. Fate does what it wants. Fate has put you in a very dangerous match against me, Syren, in this situation where you might not even make it to Rise To Greatness. You are in a situation where your enemies could choose to take you out in one night.” He snaps his fingers. “Just like that. This coming Breakdown could very well be the end of you and your legendary run.” He shrugs his shoulders.
“Then again, Fate could show mercy. Fate could let you survive for a moment longer, just long enough to allow Strader to end you. That isn’t for me to decide, I merely execute the will of Fate. What I can tell you definitively, decisively, without the shadow of any doubt, is that you will not walk out unscathed and even if I do lose it won’t be a victory for you, it will be SURVIVAL. You will have SURVIVED, you will not have won a damn thing. I can also promise you that this will hurt. I promise to torture you, to break your body, to break your bones. I swear that I will do everything within my power to give what the fans and the locker room secretly desire and, most importantly, what Fate has dictate come to pass…I will do everything within my power to bring an end to you, Syren, once and for all, because your Fate is sealed.”
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June 18th, 2025
Rochester, New York
On Camera
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The soft twilight paints the sky in gentle hues of lavender and blue, casting a serene glow over the historic red brick buildings of Rochester, New York that line the street behind them. Street lamps flicker to life, their golden light creating a warm, intimate ambiance that contrasts beautifully with the encroaching shadows of night. Clyde Sutter commands attention with his imposing figure and powerful presence. He is dressed impeccably in a tailored black suit that accentuates his broad shoulders and muscular frame. His crisp white shirt and black tie add a sharp, classic touch to his formal look. His long, dark hair is slicked back, revealing a strong jawline framed by a neatly groomed beard. Clyde’s expression is calm but focused, his dark eyes locked on his beloved, his fiance Melinda Braddock with a mixture of quiet intensity and guarded affection. Melinda Braddock stands beside him in elegant contrast, embodying grace and sophistication. Her black dress is timeless and refined, with slender straps and a fitted bodice that flows into a gently pleated skirt, falling just above her ankles. The satin like sheen of the fabric catches the light softly, emphasizing her delicate form. Her platinum blonde hair is styled in polished retro curls that frame her porcelain face with a touch of vintage glamour. Melinda’s expression is composed yet curious, her wide eyes meeting Clyde’s with a quiet strength that belies her youthful appearance. The young Third Generation Goddess turns to face the camera. A look of sheer smug arrogance forms across her lovely face.
“I find it entertaining to see the various reactions people have when Fate smacks them in the face with reality. Because Fate, after all, is reality. It is the ultimate reality check. Just look at Taking Hold of the Flame. Thirty nine of the forty competitors entered that battle royal with false overconfidence, false hope that they would be victorious, that it would be their night to claim the golden ticket and march into Rise To Greatness and challenge for the SCW World Title. Fate has a funny, sick, and oftentimes twisted sense of humor, as evidenced when it did not even allow one singular person to lay claim to that coveted prize. It forced two to share in it. Then Fate further twisted that dagger into their hearts when a particular Snow Queen decided to insert herself into the Rise To Greatness main event without even having to win Taking Hold of the Flame. Yet still there are those who threw a tantrum after being eliminated from the battle royal, despite the now obvious proof that they would not have had their precious solo Rise To Greatness main event anyway.” Braddock points a finger at the camera.
“Chance Owens. You made your grand return at Taking Hold of the Flame and what a story it would have been if you had won it all? It would have been a talked about story within the annals of SCW lore for years to come. But that was a fantasy and as I said, Fate is the ultimate reality check. Fate had other plans for you and my fiance, Fate’s Chosen Assassin, merely did the will of Fate by executing you. It was every man for himself, Chance. What did you expect Clyde to do? Let you have your glorious moment in the sun? Had someone else did the deed…say Polly or Enigma or Ryan…would you have jumped them? Think about this, genius. Even had you won Taking Hold of the Flame, Selena Frost still would have used her contract, she still would have inserted herself in the main event of Rise To Greatness, and you STILL would not have had your one on one SCW World Title match. So please, Chance, by all means, explain to myself and Clyde why you threw that childish, immature tantrum? Better yet, explain why you made the worst mistake of your career by provoking Fate’s Chosen Assassin.” Melinda sneers. Clyde Sutter chuckles before planting a kiss on her forehead.
“You are quite right, my beloved; Fate is the ultimate reality check. It keeps people humble. It brings the arrogant down low. It reminds the power hungry scum of the earth who use, abuse, and manipulate others that they are not in control…FATE is in control. It always has been and it always will be. While you were entertained by Mr. Owens and the tantrum he threw after spectacularly failing in his return to in-ring action, I was far more entertained by the so-called greatest wrestler ever falling flat on her face yet again. Now when you mention ‘greatest wrestler’ you might obviously be referring to the world champion, Mr. Aries. Or even one of the two battle royal winners, Mr. Valentine or Mr. Turner. Even Ms. Frost should be considered in the conversation, despite how hated she is right now.” He points a finger at the camera.
“But you, Syren, you are most certainly not in that conversation. It is exactly as myself, and Fate, predicted; you made your bold, ridiculous claims about winning Taking Hold of the Flame and you failed. You promised to win it all this year and you blew it. How many years in a row have you failed, Syren? How many broken promises? Here is a better question; how many times will you make the rest of us suffer through your insufferable nonsense before you finally grant the entire world its one wish from you; quit? How long until you do us all a favor and just quit? Do a little introspection, Syren. Look into a mirror. Look at the writing on the wall and see where you currently stand. You are locked in a bitter feud not with someone of high standing within SCW like a Josh Hudson, James Evans, or a Selena Frost. You are not even feuding with my future mother-in-law Glory Braddock. You are feuding with Meghan Strader.” He chuckles knowingly.
“Now that isn’t a shot at Ms. Strader; I recognize her own past, experience, and reputation. But she is still very new to SCW. You are scheduled for an Underground Rules Match against yours truly. I am not going to be like some and pridefully claim to be better than you, to have surpassed you. I am still very new to SCW and recognize that I have a long way to go. Yet here you are, supposedly the best ever…in your own words…and you are facing me, the new kid, on Breakdown. This isn’t even our first time, Syren. We did battle once before and I had you dead to rights but you needed help to win. You needed Ravyn to help you cheat on your behalf. Do you see it now, Syren? If not then I will gladly spell it out for you.” Fate’s Chosen Assassin sneers nastily at the camera.
“You are on a downward spiral. Those marquee matches and legendary feuds you used to be a part of are but a memory and there is no sign of any future ones in sight. Even your friend, your ally, Mr. Desoubrais, even with his powers as COO cannot shield you. Even he cannot protect you from slowly but surely sliding down the card. Even Mr. Desoubrais cannot save you from your slow but sure transition from greatness to irrelevance. Because as great as you have been in your career, and as many opponents as you have beaten in your career, there is one opponent you cannot defeat and will not defeat…and I am not referring to Ms. Strader or even to myself.” He shakes his head.
“I am referring, of course, to Fate. You cannot defeat Fate, Syren, and Fate has singled you out for elimination. Fate has decided that your time in the spotlight has come to an end. Whether it is myself or Ms. Strader or someone else, you will be eliminated from this industry soon, very soon, and the people will forget about you. They will no longer care about you. The best thing, the wisest thing you could do would be to just walk away while you still have some career records and legendary memories for the unwashed masses to remember you by. But instead of doing the smart thing you are choosing to do the foolish thing; you are choosing to tempt Fate. Fate does not like to be tempted. Just ask Mr. Brock and Ms. Lecavalier what happened when they tempted Fate.” He laughs again.
“Oh, I apologize, I forgot that you are too good to ask other people for advice. People like you, Syren, look down on everyone else. You believe everyone else is beneath you. You have this false sense of entitlement, as if you are better than everyone else and the entire laughing world owes you something. The world owes you nothing, Syren, and Fate definitely owes you nothing. Yet you continue to tempt Fate and now Fate has decided to punish you with this Underground Rules Match; a style most violent, most brutal, and where there are no limitations to the amount of brutality I can inflict. This is a match where I do not have to worry about keeping myself contained. I can do anything I want and no one can stop me, for that is the nature of the Underground. Fate has gifted me with the match I needed in order to put the dagger right through your damn heart.”
“I couldn’t have said it better myself, babe.” Melinda remarks, laughing nastily. “This is an Underground Rules Match and you are facing a monster. You are facing a certifiable loose cannon. I usually stick around to keep his temper in check. I would hate for him to get disqualified, right? But there are no disqualifications in the Underground. You can do anything you want in the Underground. There are no rules. There are no limitations. Fate’s Chosen Assassin can choose to break you in half in any way he wants and the referee cannot stop him. That’s not even the worst of it. I mean, consider your predicament, Syren. How many people in this locker room have you pissed off? How many people in the locker room hate you and would love nothing more than to see your complete and utter demise? Spoiler: everyone. Now granted, most of them are busy with other problems heading into Rise To Greatness but you have Strader and the Cowgirls from Hell who want your head on a platter. You are facing Fate’s Chosen Assassin and he has me in his corner and I am a trained wrestler in my own right. Who exactly do you have in your corner? Two washed up hacks with only one brain between the two of them.” Braddock looks up at Sutter and smirks. “It doesn’t seem very fair, does it babe?”
“No it doesn’t.” Sutter answers back. “Then again, no one ever said that Fate was fair. Fate does not consider fairness or equality. Fate does what it wants. Fate has put you in a very dangerous match against me, Syren, in this situation where you might not even make it to Rise To Greatness. You are in a situation where your enemies could choose to take you out in one night.” He snaps his fingers. “Just like that. This coming Breakdown could very well be the end of you and your legendary run.” He shrugs his shoulders.
“Then again, Fate could show mercy. Fate could let you survive for a moment longer, just long enough to allow Strader to end you. That isn’t for me to decide, I merely execute the will of Fate. What I can tell you definitively, decisively, without the shadow of any doubt, is that you will not walk out unscathed and even if I do lose it won’t be a victory for you, it will be SURVIVAL. You will have SURVIVED, you will not have won a damn thing. I can also promise you that this will hurt. I promise to torture you, to break your body, to break your bones. I swear that I will do everything within my power to give what the fans and the locker room secretly desire and, most importantly, what Fate has dictate come to pass…I will do everything within my power to bring an end to you, Syren, once and for all, because 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