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October 28th, 2025
Charlotte, NC
Off Camera
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It is just a few days away from Under Attack. Who would have expected a relative newcomer like Melinda Braddock and her temperamental boyfriend Clyde Sutter to work together with, to get along with The Shinigami Foundation’s Alex Belmont to advance to the finals of the Trios Tournament? Few may have predicted it, many may have had their doubts, but Sutter and Braddock knew all along that they would be here in this position for Under Attack. They knew that Fate would grant this opportunity to win the 2025 Trios Tournament and earn those contacts. It is their firm belief in Fate that has given them the confidence they needed to advance this far. The fact that their team with Belmont is arguably the single most cohesive unit in the Trios Tournament doesn’t hurt matters, either. It seems as if the combination of The Vision and The Shinigami Foundation may be unstoppable and well on their way to having Trios power in their possession if they get past the unlikely trios of James Evans, Enigma, and Gina Glimmer.
Before making the trek to Minneapolis for Under Attack, Clyde Sutter and his faithful beloved Melinda have another task to take care of in Charlotte, North Carolina; namely, cleaning up the mess left by Sutter’s now former friend Joey. The Assassin learned that Joey had faked the ransacking of the Charlotte apartment where Sutter let Joey stay, all as part of a grander, more complex plan to keep Sutter distracted while Lilith Sutter, Clyde’s far more dangerous sister, finds a way to clear her name of a murder charge that had forced her to flee the United States. When Clyde learned that Joey had been helping his sister, he kicked Joey out of the apartment. He ordered him back to England. Sutter hopes to never see the traitorous Joey ever again.
The late afternoon sun slanted through the tall windows of the Charlotte apartment, casting long amber streaks across the hardwood floors. Dust motes floated lazily in the golden light, disturbed now and then by movement, a rag being shaken out, a garbage bag rustling, the faint scrape of a chair leg being pushed back into place. The place had once been spotless, a reflection of Melinda Braddock’s elegant sensibilities and Clyde Sutter’s quiet discipline. But now, as they moved through the living room, it carried the unmistakable marks of another presence, one that no longer belonged there. Joey’s presence lingered in ways neither of them cared to admit. A half empty soda can on the counter. A sweatshirt draped carelessly over the arm of the sofa. The faint smell of cologne that didn’t belong to either of them. It wasn’t just the physical mess, it was the residue of something that had gone wrong. Betrayal had a way of seeping into a place, clinging to the walls like smoke, impossible to air out in a single afternoon. Joey had been The Assassin’s best friend and confidant going back to their days on the streets of Birmingham, England. He was one of few that Clyde felt he could trust. Yet Joey betrayed that trust. Joey chose to help Clyde’s sociopath sister Lilith instead of remaining loyal to Clyde himself. This betrayal hurt The Assassin. It hurt him more than anyone or anything else could.
Clyde Sutter moved quietly, methodically, his large frame filling the small spaces between furniture as he gathered what was left of his former friend’s things. He wore a simple gray T-shirt and dark jeans, his long black hair pulled back loosely, but his movements were taut, precise. The stoicism that usually defined him had sharpened into something colder. Every time he picked up one of Joey’s forgotten items, his jaw tightened just slightly, a muscle twitching beneath the skin. He wasn’t rushing, if anything, his slowness made it worse, as though he needed to make sure every trace was gone. He’d thrown Joey out several nights ago, but his anger hadn’t cooled. It sat heavy in him still, buried deep but unmistakable in the way he moved, in the silence that followed him from room to room. The apartment itself reflected their personalities, clean lines, neutral tones, a careful blend of comfort and modern minimalism. The furniture was sleek but lived in, the decor understated. Yet, beneath its calm aesthetic, it felt unsettled now, as if the space itself knew that something fundamental had cracked. The faint sound of the city outside seeped through the glass, blending with the quiet rhythm of cleaning.
Melinda Braddock was on her knees by the bookshelf, stacking a few paperbacks that had been left scattered on the floor. Her blonde hair was tied up loosely, a few strands escaping to brush against her cheek. She wore a simple navy blouse and fitted jeans, casual but immaculate as always, her movements calm and deliberate. Every so often she paused, glancing toward Clyde with a look that mixed worry and restraint. She hadn’t said much since they started. She knew better than to try and reason with him when he was like this, focused, silent, the anger simmering too deep to reach with words. Instead, she worked quietly beside him, letting her presence do the talking. Still, she could feel the tension radiating off him like heat. The way he gripped the garbage bag too tightly, the way his shoulders stayed squared even when he bent down, the quiet exhale he gave when he found something else Joey had left behind. Trust was something Clyde didn’t give lightly, and when he did, it was absolute. To have that trust broken, it wasn’t just a disappointment. It was a wound. Melinda rose to her feet, dusting her hands off as she surveyed the space. It was slowly starting to look like their home again, though the energy in the room hadn’t settled. The coffee table was cleared now, the counters wiped down, but the silence was still thick. Even the faint scent of cleaning spray couldn’t mask the undercurrent of unease that hung in the air.
“Are you ok, Clyde?” Melinda asks simply, breaking the silence. The Assassin meets the gaze of his Third Generation Goddess and sighs.
“Joey is gone. Yes, I am fine.”
“You don’t look like it.” She states. “I know how it hurts you when someone betrays you. I know how much that angers you. If you need to talk about it…”
“Trust me, my love, I am fine.”
“It seems to me that you are bottling the anger up.” Melinda retorts. “Just know that if and when you are ready to talk about this problem with Joey, I am here.”
“Of course.”
Clyde crossed the room and set a cardboard box down beside the door. Inside were the remnants of Joey’s stay, clothes, a few personal items, and a set of keys that would no longer fit in the lock by tomorrow. He stood there for a long moment, staring down at it, his expression unreadable. The fading sunlight traced the hard edges of his face, deepening the shadows beneath his eyes. Melinda lingered near the window, her arms folded loosely, her gaze drifting between Clyde and the quiet view of the city below. Cars moved steadily along the street, their reflections flickering across the glass. Life outside went on, indifferent to the kind of personal fracture that could change the feel of a home overnight. Behind her, Clyde finally moved again, wiping his hands on a towel before tossing it aside. His breathing was steady, but his shoulders were still tense. Melinda watched him closely, her concern tempered by the knowledge that he needed space to process what had happened. She had seen him angry before, fierce, loud, unfiltered, but this was different. This was quiet anger, restrained and heavy, the kind that could last longer than it should. A few minutes passed like that, the two of them moving in separate rhythms within the same space, bound by the same unspoken weight. The last of Joey’s things were gone now, but his betrayal still seemed to hang in the air like humidity before a storm. Clyde sank into the edge of the sofa, his elbows on his knees, fingers laced together, staring down at the floor as if he could see the moment everything had turned.
Melinda took a slow step toward him, her heels clicking softly against the wood. She stopped just behind the couch, hesitating for a brief moment as she looked down at him. Her expression softened, a mix of sympathy and quiet strength, as though she was deciding whether to speak or not. The light outside dimmed as the sun finally sank below the skyline, and the apartment filled with the soft glow of the lamps. The day had slipped away, leaving them in that fragile space between tension and calm, between silence and the words that were about to break it.
“Clyde, you’re bottling it up and it isn’t healthy.” Melinda says. “I’m worried about you.”
“I am more worried about you.” Sutter answers as he turns his gaze to Melinda. “Joey’s betrayal is something I can move on from. I grew up on the streets. I am used to betrayal. This particular betrayal is different because it could impact you.” He runs a hand through her long blonde hair. “He has helped my sister. He gave her the tools necessary to return to this country. At least in Russia, away from her connections and criminal empire, it would be difficult for her to touch us. Now Lilith is back…” he sighs “...or at least she will be…and I fear what she might do to you, just to get to me.”
“She won’t do anything to me.” Melinda answers boldly. “We will be fine.”
“She already tried to kill you.” Clyde states. “She targeted you and Archie, remember?”
“Yes…” her voice trails off as those horrible memories flood back into her brain “...but Archie was the target, not me. I was just caught in the crossfire.”
“Lilith targeted Archie Van Stanton because she knew of his connection to me. Lilith knew that Archie was my half-brother. Lilith’s end game is to get me back into her life somehow. And if that means eliminating everyone else in her way, she will do that. If she views you as an obstacle, she will try to get rid of you.” The Assassin shakes his head. “Unfortunately this is why I must give her what she wants and go see her.”
“I still think that is a bad idea.” Comes the commanding voice of Melinda Braddock. “Your sister is a psychopath. Who knows what she will do when she gets you alone with her?”
“She wants me alive.” Clyde remarks. “She wants me to join her. She won’t hurt me, my love.”
“How can you be so sure?”
“Because she is my sister and I know her.”
The conversation between The Assassin and The Third Generation Goddess is interrupted suddenly with a knock banging at the door. Sutter and Braddock exchange curious looks. Neither of them expected any visitors today. In fact, outside of their closest friends and family, no one even knows that they own this apartment in Charlotte, North Carolina. No one would have known that they would be here. Sutter’s paranoia instantly peaks as a suspicion washes over him. Lilith? His sister certainly could have the connections to track him, to find him wherever he happens to be. Sutter rises up to his feet and motions for Melinda to stay seated.
“Stay where you are.” He says commandingly. Melinda doesn’t even bother to protest. She just nods her head, watching in anticipation as Clyde approaches the door. Sutter carefully opens it and instantly spots an unwelcome visitor…
…Mason Van Stanton.
“Uh, hello Clyde.” Mason replies, clearly a bit anxious about this. He has reason to be anxious. Sutter instantly grows enraged, instantly loses control. He grabs Mason by his throat and brings him into the apartment. He slams him against a wall.
“Clyde!” Melinda exclaims. But it is too late. Sutter’s rage has boiled over.
“You have the nerve to come here?!” Sutter shouts angrily. He punches Mason in the gut then throws him on the floor. Mason struggles to push himself back up to his hands and knees but Clyde kicks him in the ribcage, causing him to roll on the floor again. Sutter mounts Mason and wraps his strong hands around Van Stanton’s throat.
“Clyde, you’re going to kill him!” Melinda shouts. “Please stop!”
“Yes…” Mason chokes, struggling to breath “...please…”
Sutter wants to pummel Mason. Before Joey helped Lilith, it was Mason Van Stanton who had helped his sociopathic sister in a betrayal of Sutter’s trust. Clyde may not be able to get his hands on his sister or on Joey, but he can get his hands on this other traitor. He wants to choke the life out of Mason but then he looks at the fear in Melinda’s eyes. Realizing that he scaring his beloved is enough to snap Clyde out of it. Sutter releases his vice like grip and then stands up.
“Very well.” Sutter says stoically. “What do you want? Why are you here?”
Van Stanton struggles to get back to his hands and knees. Melinda offers out her hand. Mason accepts it and Melinda helps him back to his feet. Van Stanton dusts himself off and sighs.
“I get why you are angry, Clyde, but I…” he shakes his head “...I need your help.”
“You betrayed me to my sister. Yet you now still come here to ask for my help?” Clyde sneers. “You have guts, I will admit that.”
“I know, I know, I trusted the wrong person.” Mason shakes his head. “I should never have trusted your sister.”
“You are just now figuring this out?” Clyde asks.
“Lilith propped up my managerial agency. I only kept myself up thanks to her financial backing. But now…” Mason’s voice trails off. Sutter smirks.
“She took your agency from you. Is that it?”
“Yeah, she forced me out.” Mason shakes his head.
“It serves you right.” Sutter remarks. “Now what do you want me to do about it?”
“I know you can’t get my agency back for me. I will figure something out, I will find a way to make ends meet. But until then I need somewhere to stay. And I will…”
“Stop it right there.” Clyde shakes his head. “No.”
“No?!”
“No way.” Sutter remarks. “You made your bed, you will lie in it. You did this to yourself.”
“Clyde, you should reconsider.” Melinda says. “He has nowhere else to go.”
The Assassin looks over at Melinda then at Mason Van Stanton, who is still reeling from the attack. Sutter looks back at Melinda and nods his head.
“Very well, for you.” He looks over at Mason. “You may stay here in this apartment but you are not staying for free. You will pay rent. Are we clear?”
“Yes, I get it.” Van Stanton nods his head.
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Vlog #66
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Hello, my lovelies! The Third Generation Goddess Melinda Braddock is here just one day away from Under Attack, one day away from when The Vision gains a kind of power that no other faction in SCW has ever gained before, and we’re gonna do it in record time. Who, I ask you, can say that they have had two Trios Contracts to utilize in the same year? Just one Trios Contract can alter the trajectory of SCW for the foreseeable future and on. Just ask some of those with memorable Cash-Ins, such as Ace Marshall putting the world title on the line in a giant gauntlet match or Kimberly Williams putting every title on the line? So much power, so much control with just one Trios Contract. Imagine someone having TWO to utilize in one year? The Vision will have that kind of power. It is the kind of power that not even The Fall of Man could ever comprehend having.
#TwoTriosContracts
#Power
Now I want to turn the attention to the special guest for tonight’s Vlog, my future husband, The Harbinger of Fate himself, The Assassin Clyde Sutter.
Fate has brought the six of us together for a purpose. Gina Glimmer, you and your sister have something that The Vision wants. My beloved and her sister have been undefeated in tag team competition since arriving in SCW but beating you at Under Attack will add even more claim to their tag team championship opportunity. Winning the Trios Contract will also guarantee them a title shot…if they so choose to use it on you. Fate has brought us together so that you can have a preview of what is to come in YOUR future, Glimmers.
Mr. Evans, we once worked together. While I was not officially a member of The Fall of Man, I still loyally worked with you and your companions to do your dirty work. Now Fate has brought us together again but this time you are standing in the way of The Vision obtaining the Trios Contracts. Fate is not without a sense of irony but make no mistake about it, despite our pleasant past, my beloved and I, along with Mr. Belmont, will do whatever it takes to defeat you at Under Attack and win the Trios Tournament. Fate has planned this out. Fate has written the script. Fate will not be denied.
Of course we would be remiss if we didn’t mention SCW’s newest monster Enigma…
#MonsterMachine
#Spiral
#NoChanceInHell
Yeah, no chance in hell that you will make a difference for your team. As big and as bad as you are, and I do credit you for being big and bad, there is nothing you can do to stop the will of Fate. There is no need to fight Fate. Just accept it. Accept your role in Fate’s plan. Accept that your Fate is sealed.
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October 28th, 2025
Charlotte, NC
Off Camera
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It is just a few days away from Under Attack. Who would have expected a relative newcomer like Melinda Braddock and her temperamental boyfriend Clyde Sutter to work together with, to get along with The Shinigami Foundation’s Alex Belmont to advance to the finals of the Trios Tournament? Few may have predicted it, many may have had their doubts, but Sutter and Braddock knew all along that they would be here in this position for Under Attack. They knew that Fate would grant this opportunity to win the 2025 Trios Tournament and earn those contacts. It is their firm belief in Fate that has given them the confidence they needed to advance this far. The fact that their team with Belmont is arguably the single most cohesive unit in the Trios Tournament doesn’t hurt matters, either. It seems as if the combination of The Vision and The Shinigami Foundation may be unstoppable and well on their way to having Trios power in their possession if they get past the unlikely trios of James Evans, Enigma, and Gina Glimmer.
Before making the trek to Minneapolis for Under Attack, Clyde Sutter and his faithful beloved Melinda have another task to take care of in Charlotte, North Carolina; namely, cleaning up the mess left by Sutter’s now former friend Joey. The Assassin learned that Joey had faked the ransacking of the Charlotte apartment where Sutter let Joey stay, all as part of a grander, more complex plan to keep Sutter distracted while Lilith Sutter, Clyde’s far more dangerous sister, finds a way to clear her name of a murder charge that had forced her to flee the United States. When Clyde learned that Joey had been helping his sister, he kicked Joey out of the apartment. He ordered him back to England. Sutter hopes to never see the traitorous Joey ever again.
The late afternoon sun slanted through the tall windows of the Charlotte apartment, casting long amber streaks across the hardwood floors. Dust motes floated lazily in the golden light, disturbed now and then by movement, a rag being shaken out, a garbage bag rustling, the faint scrape of a chair leg being pushed back into place. The place had once been spotless, a reflection of Melinda Braddock’s elegant sensibilities and Clyde Sutter’s quiet discipline. But now, as they moved through the living room, it carried the unmistakable marks of another presence, one that no longer belonged there. Joey’s presence lingered in ways neither of them cared to admit. A half empty soda can on the counter. A sweatshirt draped carelessly over the arm of the sofa. The faint smell of cologne that didn’t belong to either of them. It wasn’t just the physical mess, it was the residue of something that had gone wrong. Betrayal had a way of seeping into a place, clinging to the walls like smoke, impossible to air out in a single afternoon. Joey had been The Assassin’s best friend and confidant going back to their days on the streets of Birmingham, England. He was one of few that Clyde felt he could trust. Yet Joey betrayed that trust. Joey chose to help Clyde’s sociopath sister Lilith instead of remaining loyal to Clyde himself. This betrayal hurt The Assassin. It hurt him more than anyone or anything else could.
Clyde Sutter moved quietly, methodically, his large frame filling the small spaces between furniture as he gathered what was left of his former friend’s things. He wore a simple gray T-shirt and dark jeans, his long black hair pulled back loosely, but his movements were taut, precise. The stoicism that usually defined him had sharpened into something colder. Every time he picked up one of Joey’s forgotten items, his jaw tightened just slightly, a muscle twitching beneath the skin. He wasn’t rushing, if anything, his slowness made it worse, as though he needed to make sure every trace was gone. He’d thrown Joey out several nights ago, but his anger hadn’t cooled. It sat heavy in him still, buried deep but unmistakable in the way he moved, in the silence that followed him from room to room. The apartment itself reflected their personalities, clean lines, neutral tones, a careful blend of comfort and modern minimalism. The furniture was sleek but lived in, the decor understated. Yet, beneath its calm aesthetic, it felt unsettled now, as if the space itself knew that something fundamental had cracked. The faint sound of the city outside seeped through the glass, blending with the quiet rhythm of cleaning.
Melinda Braddock was on her knees by the bookshelf, stacking a few paperbacks that had been left scattered on the floor. Her blonde hair was tied up loosely, a few strands escaping to brush against her cheek. She wore a simple navy blouse and fitted jeans, casual but immaculate as always, her movements calm and deliberate. Every so often she paused, glancing toward Clyde with a look that mixed worry and restraint. She hadn’t said much since they started. She knew better than to try and reason with him when he was like this, focused, silent, the anger simmering too deep to reach with words. Instead, she worked quietly beside him, letting her presence do the talking. Still, she could feel the tension radiating off him like heat. The way he gripped the garbage bag too tightly, the way his shoulders stayed squared even when he bent down, the quiet exhale he gave when he found something else Joey had left behind. Trust was something Clyde didn’t give lightly, and when he did, it was absolute. To have that trust broken, it wasn’t just a disappointment. It was a wound. Melinda rose to her feet, dusting her hands off as she surveyed the space. It was slowly starting to look like their home again, though the energy in the room hadn’t settled. The coffee table was cleared now, the counters wiped down, but the silence was still thick. Even the faint scent of cleaning spray couldn’t mask the undercurrent of unease that hung in the air.
“Are you ok, Clyde?” Melinda asks simply, breaking the silence. The Assassin meets the gaze of his Third Generation Goddess and sighs.
“Joey is gone. Yes, I am fine.”
“You don’t look like it.” She states. “I know how it hurts you when someone betrays you. I know how much that angers you. If you need to talk about it…”
“Trust me, my love, I am fine.”
“It seems to me that you are bottling the anger up.” Melinda retorts. “Just know that if and when you are ready to talk about this problem with Joey, I am here.”
“Of course.”
Clyde crossed the room and set a cardboard box down beside the door. Inside were the remnants of Joey’s stay, clothes, a few personal items, and a set of keys that would no longer fit in the lock by tomorrow. He stood there for a long moment, staring down at it, his expression unreadable. The fading sunlight traced the hard edges of his face, deepening the shadows beneath his eyes. Melinda lingered near the window, her arms folded loosely, her gaze drifting between Clyde and the quiet view of the city below. Cars moved steadily along the street, their reflections flickering across the glass. Life outside went on, indifferent to the kind of personal fracture that could change the feel of a home overnight. Behind her, Clyde finally moved again, wiping his hands on a towel before tossing it aside. His breathing was steady, but his shoulders were still tense. Melinda watched him closely, her concern tempered by the knowledge that he needed space to process what had happened. She had seen him angry before, fierce, loud, unfiltered, but this was different. This was quiet anger, restrained and heavy, the kind that could last longer than it should. A few minutes passed like that, the two of them moving in separate rhythms within the same space, bound by the same unspoken weight. The last of Joey’s things were gone now, but his betrayal still seemed to hang in the air like humidity before a storm. Clyde sank into the edge of the sofa, his elbows on his knees, fingers laced together, staring down at the floor as if he could see the moment everything had turned.
Melinda took a slow step toward him, her heels clicking softly against the wood. She stopped just behind the couch, hesitating for a brief moment as she looked down at him. Her expression softened, a mix of sympathy and quiet strength, as though she was deciding whether to speak or not. The light outside dimmed as the sun finally sank below the skyline, and the apartment filled with the soft glow of the lamps. The day had slipped away, leaving them in that fragile space between tension and calm, between silence and the words that were about to break it.
“Clyde, you’re bottling it up and it isn’t healthy.” Melinda says. “I’m worried about you.”
“I am more worried about you.” Sutter answers as he turns his gaze to Melinda. “Joey’s betrayal is something I can move on from. I grew up on the streets. I am used to betrayal. This particular betrayal is different because it could impact you.” He runs a hand through her long blonde hair. “He has helped my sister. He gave her the tools necessary to return to this country. At least in Russia, away from her connections and criminal empire, it would be difficult for her to touch us. Now Lilith is back…” he sighs “...or at least she will be…and I fear what she might do to you, just to get to me.”
“She won’t do anything to me.” Melinda answers boldly. “We will be fine.”
“She already tried to kill you.” Clyde states. “She targeted you and Archie, remember?”
“Yes…” her voice trails off as those horrible memories flood back into her brain “...but Archie was the target, not me. I was just caught in the crossfire.”
“Lilith targeted Archie Van Stanton because she knew of his connection to me. Lilith knew that Archie was my half-brother. Lilith’s end game is to get me back into her life somehow. And if that means eliminating everyone else in her way, she will do that. If she views you as an obstacle, she will try to get rid of you.” The Assassin shakes his head. “Unfortunately this is why I must give her what she wants and go see her.”
“I still think that is a bad idea.” Comes the commanding voice of Melinda Braddock. “Your sister is a psychopath. Who knows what she will do when she gets you alone with her?”
“She wants me alive.” Clyde remarks. “She wants me to join her. She won’t hurt me, my love.”
“How can you be so sure?”
“Because she is my sister and I know her.”
The conversation between The Assassin and The Third Generation Goddess is interrupted suddenly with a knock banging at the door. Sutter and Braddock exchange curious looks. Neither of them expected any visitors today. In fact, outside of their closest friends and family, no one even knows that they own this apartment in Charlotte, North Carolina. No one would have known that they would be here. Sutter’s paranoia instantly peaks as a suspicion washes over him. Lilith? His sister certainly could have the connections to track him, to find him wherever he happens to be. Sutter rises up to his feet and motions for Melinda to stay seated.
“Stay where you are.” He says commandingly. Melinda doesn’t even bother to protest. She just nods her head, watching in anticipation as Clyde approaches the door. Sutter carefully opens it and instantly spots an unwelcome visitor…
…Mason Van Stanton.
“Uh, hello Clyde.” Mason replies, clearly a bit anxious about this. He has reason to be anxious. Sutter instantly grows enraged, instantly loses control. He grabs Mason by his throat and brings him into the apartment. He slams him against a wall.
“Clyde!” Melinda exclaims. But it is too late. Sutter’s rage has boiled over.
“You have the nerve to come here?!” Sutter shouts angrily. He punches Mason in the gut then throws him on the floor. Mason struggles to push himself back up to his hands and knees but Clyde kicks him in the ribcage, causing him to roll on the floor again. Sutter mounts Mason and wraps his strong hands around Van Stanton’s throat.
“Clyde, you’re going to kill him!” Melinda shouts. “Please stop!”
“Yes…” Mason chokes, struggling to breath “...please…”
Sutter wants to pummel Mason. Before Joey helped Lilith, it was Mason Van Stanton who had helped his sociopathic sister in a betrayal of Sutter’s trust. Clyde may not be able to get his hands on his sister or on Joey, but he can get his hands on this other traitor. He wants to choke the life out of Mason but then he looks at the fear in Melinda’s eyes. Realizing that he scaring his beloved is enough to snap Clyde out of it. Sutter releases his vice like grip and then stands up.
“Very well.” Sutter says stoically. “What do you want? Why are you here?”
Van Stanton struggles to get back to his hands and knees. Melinda offers out her hand. Mason accepts it and Melinda helps him back to his feet. Van Stanton dusts himself off and sighs.
“I get why you are angry, Clyde, but I…” he shakes his head “...I need your help.”
“You betrayed me to my sister. Yet you now still come here to ask for my help?” Clyde sneers. “You have guts, I will admit that.”
“I know, I know, I trusted the wrong person.” Mason shakes his head. “I should never have trusted your sister.”
“You are just now figuring this out?” Clyde asks.
“Lilith propped up my managerial agency. I only kept myself up thanks to her financial backing. But now…” Mason’s voice trails off. Sutter smirks.
“She took your agency from you. Is that it?”
“Yeah, she forced me out.” Mason shakes his head.
“It serves you right.” Sutter remarks. “Now what do you want me to do about it?”
“I know you can’t get my agency back for me. I will figure something out, I will find a way to make ends meet. But until then I need somewhere to stay. And I will…”
“Stop it right there.” Clyde shakes his head. “No.”
“No?!”
“No way.” Sutter remarks. “You made your bed, you will lie in it. You did this to yourself.”
“Clyde, you should reconsider.” Melinda says. “He has nowhere else to go.”
The Assassin looks over at Melinda then at Mason Van Stanton, who is still reeling from the attack. Sutter looks back at Melinda and nods his head.
“Very well, for you.” He looks over at Mason. “You may stay here in this apartment but you are not staying for free. You will pay rent. Are we clear?”
“Yes, I get it.” Van Stanton nods his head.
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Vlog #66
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Hello, my lovelies! The Third Generation Goddess Melinda Braddock is here just one day away from Under Attack, one day away from when The Vision gains a kind of power that no other faction in SCW has ever gained before, and we’re gonna do it in record time. Who, I ask you, can say that they have had two Trios Contracts to utilize in the same year? Just one Trios Contract can alter the trajectory of SCW for the foreseeable future and on. Just ask some of those with memorable Cash-Ins, such as Ace Marshall putting the world title on the line in a giant gauntlet match or Kimberly Williams putting every title on the line? So much power, so much control with just one Trios Contract. Imagine someone having TWO to utilize in one year? The Vision will have that kind of power. It is the kind of power that not even The Fall of Man could ever comprehend having.
#TwoTriosContracts
#Power
Now I want to turn the attention to the special guest for tonight’s Vlog, my future husband, The Harbinger of Fate himself, The Assassin Clyde Sutter.
Fate has brought the six of us together for a purpose. Gina Glimmer, you and your sister have something that The Vision wants. My beloved and her sister have been undefeated in tag team competition since arriving in SCW but beating you at Under Attack will add even more claim to their tag team championship opportunity. Winning the Trios Contract will also guarantee them a title shot…if they so choose to use it on you. Fate has brought us together so that you can have a preview of what is to come in YOUR future, Glimmers.
Mr. Evans, we once worked together. While I was not officially a member of The Fall of Man, I still loyally worked with you and your companions to do your dirty work. Now Fate has brought us together again but this time you are standing in the way of The Vision obtaining the Trios Contracts. Fate is not without a sense of irony but make no mistake about it, despite our pleasant past, my beloved and I, along with Mr. Belmont, will do whatever it takes to defeat you at Under Attack and win the Trios Tournament. Fate has planned this out. Fate has written the script. Fate will not be denied.
Of course we would be remiss if we didn’t mention SCW’s newest monster Enigma…
#MonsterMachine
#Spiral
#NoChanceInHell
Yeah, no chance in hell that you will make a difference for your team. As big and as bad as you are, and I do credit you for being big and bad, there is nothing you can do to stop the will of Fate. There is no need to fight Fate. Just accept it. Accept your role in Fate’s plan. Accept that 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
MWA World Tag Team Champion 2x