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March 12th, 2026
Panama City Beach, Florida
Off Camera
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The car cut steadily through the dark along the interstate, carrying the last tired traces of the evening with it as it pulled farther and farther away from Panama City Beach. The bright noise of the Spring Break edition of SCW Breakdown was long behind them now, reduced to memory and scattered impressions, flashes of light, crowd noise, entrance music, the thud of bodies in the ring, the particular kind of adrenaline that lingered after a show even when the show itself was over. Out here, though, everything felt quieter. The road had a way of flattening the night into something endless and almost hypnotic, a long ribbon of pavement unspooling beneath the headlights while the rest of Florida seemed to slip past in darkness. Traffic had thinned enough to give the drive a lonely feel, though now and then another car would appear in the next lane, glide past in a wash of light, and disappear ahead into the dark. Tractor trailers moved with heavy patience, their taillights glowing red in the distance like slow moving embers. Green interstate signs rose and vanished overhead, their lettering briefly lit before they were swallowed again by the night behind them. The sky was clear, deep and dark, with no rain threatening and no storm clouds gathering, just the soft black expanse of late evening above a highway that seemed to go on forever.
Inside the car, the atmosphere had that drained, lived in feeling that comes after a long event and an even longer drive ahead. The air conditioning hummed softly. The seats still held the faint warmth of bodies that had spent hours under arena lights before settling into the relative quiet of the ride home. There was probably still a trace of hairspray, sweat, leather, and that odd clean scent from fresh athletic tape hanging in the air, the unmistakable smell of wrestlers leaving work behind without really leaving it behind at all.
Clyde Sutter sat behind the wheel with both hands steady on it, his posture composed in the way it always seemed to be. Even driving, he had a kind of contained stillness about him. His long black hair had either been tied back loosely or pushed behind his shoulders for the drive. He wore a dark shirt, softened by wear and slightly creased from the long night, the fabric stretched cleanly across his well built frame. His denim jeans were casual, dark and unremarkable in the best way, chosen for the drive rather than for appearance. On his feet were sturdy boots. In the front passenger seat, Melinda Braddock looked elegant even in the aftermath of a wrestling show and a long road trip, though her elegance had softened into something more human and tired. She had changed into something more comfortable for the drive, though not so casual that it erased her sense of style. She wore fitted leggings or slim athletic trousers, paired with a soft top that skimmed her frame without looking careless. Over it she had a light jacket, something clean and understated that she could pull around herself when the air conditioning got too cool. Her shoes had likely been exchanged for something more practical, low profile flats, tucked neatly beneath her seat or braced lightly against the floorboard. In the back seat sat Fiona Logan, and the difference in energy between the front and back of the car was almost tangible. She sat in the back with one leg bent slightly or stretched across the seat depending on how much room she had given herself, trying to find comfort without ever really quite achieving it. She wore dark jeans. Her top was simple, something that moved easily and did not require thought. Over it she had a heavier layer, maybe a dark jacket with a slightly rugged feel to it, something that suited her better than anything too sleek or delicate ever could.
They were leaving Breakdown behind. They were leaving Panama City Beach behind. Hopefully they were leaving their run of bad luck behind. They have had opportunities at gold; the Tag Titles, the Underground Title, and most recently the Television Title, and all three have come up short. Clyde Sutter and his beloved Melinda are confident that Fate has a plan for them and their Vision but The Boston Badass is restless. She did not sign a contract with SCW just to come up short week in and week out. She wants to win. She wants the glory. She wants championship gold and she wants it alongside her sister Melinda Braddock. And with Retribution, and a match against Hollywood, coming up on the horizon, Fiona can see that they can take this opportunity to put The Vision back into the championship conversation with a victory.
“It will be good to get back to Miami. It will be even better to get back home to London.” Melinda muses. “Retribution is next, in my home. Fiona and I, The Vision, can take down Chris and Ryan Hollywood. We can humble them in front of a packed Wembley Arena. All of them cheering for us.”
“Cheering for YOU.” Fiona says rolling her eyes. “I’m American. I’m just along for the ride. You’ll be the hometown hero for once.”
“I won’t deny it…the Braddock name is quite legendary and popular in England. But you are part of that family now, Fiona. Adopted, yes, but you are part of us. You are helping me to rebuild and redefine The Vision of not only the Braddock legacy but professional wrestling itself.”
“And we’re supposed to do that by kicking Hollywood’s asses?” Fiona sneers. “I mean, it wasn’t long ago they had a shot at the SCW World Tag Team Titles. What the hell have they done to earn a shot?!”
“In fairness…” Melinda begins quietly “...what have WE done?”
“Yeah but still!” Fiona exclaims. “At least we have a championship pedigree. We are the reigning MWCW Tag Team Champs and MWA World Tag Team Champs. We have proven in other promotions that we can get the job done.” She holds up one finger. “Give us just ONE shot at Xander and Selena and we’ll end ‘em!”
“Indeed we will.” Melinda says with a confident smirk on her face. “If that is what Fate has planned.”
“Enough with the Fate talk!” Fiona exclaims. “I want real results! No philosophical crap!”
“You sound rather upset, Fiona.” Clyde chimes in from behind the wheel. “Perhaps we should look for a place to stop? The drive to Miami is over eight hours.”
“Clyde is right.” Melinda nods her head. “We are all tired, exhausted from Breakdown. We are on edge because things have not been going our way. It would be wise to stop and sleep.”
“No way!” Fiona shakes her head, her voice takes on a different tone. This isn’t just exasperation or angst. This seems almost like panic and Melinda and Clyde both notice. “We’re just driving straight back to Miami. Nonstop!”
“You seem upset, Fiona…” Melinda turns to look back at her sister “...is something wrong?”
“I think the two of us failing at each and every turn is enough of a problem, don’t ya think?”
“No, there’s something else.” Melinda shakes her head. “You’re concerned about Todd, aren’t you?”
“Don’t say that asshole’s name!”
Todd Osbourne, Fiona Logan’s foster father, the man who was supposed to care for her but instead used her and made her childhood hell, has recently attempted to make contact. It is clear that he wants to rebuild a relationship with Fiona, he wants to reconnect. He claims he has changed but Fiona has her doubts. Melinda Braddock has her own doubts as well. She doesn’t think reconnecting with Todd is a good idea at all. But Kurt Logan, Fiona and Melinda’s step-father, believe that it could be a good idea. He is a strong believer in second chances and think talking to Todd Osbourne, at least hearing him out, might be a good idea.
Fiona Logan has already made her decision; she has agreed to meet with Todd. The meeting has been planned for a time and place in Miami, Florida; a public place where she can feel safe. Still, The Boston Badass feels uneasy.
“Correct me if I am mistaken but did you not already agree to meet with he who shall not be named?” Melinda says grinning. “I mean, I already told you it was a bad idea, but…”
“I know, I know!” Fiona exclaims, sounding frustrated. “Both of you have been trying to talk me out of it.”
“There’s still time.” Melinda states. Fiona shakes her head.
“No way. Not now. I have to see it through.”
“Then why are you worried about him here and now?”
“Because that creep could be lurking around the corner this very moment. He could be following us. He is that obsessed with me!”
“And this is the guy you wish to meet…”
“I get it, you don’t approve.” Fiona sighs. “And maybe I’m wrong? Maybe I’m being paranoid? Maybe he’s not following us or lurking around every corner? I just want to be safe. Y’know?”
“I never agreed with your decision to meet with Mr. Osbourne in the first place.” Sutter chimes in.
“I know that, big guy.”
“However, I agree that it is best to be safe. Caution is the proper course of action here. We can drive straight back to Miami.”
“And I will take over driving if you get too tired.” Melinda says warmly.
“Thanks for the support you two.” Fiona says as she tries to relax in the back seat. “It means a lot.”
“No matter what you always have me to support you.” Melinda remarks. “And when you do make contact with Todd, when you visit him, I will be there with you every step of the way to ensure your safety.” Melinda grins. “Sisters have to stick together.”
“That’s what makes us a great team.” Fiona smirks knowingly. “And that’s why we’re going to kick Hollywood ass at Retribution.”
“Speaking of which, that gives me an idea…”
“Oh?”
Melinda produces her smartphone, an iphone, and holds it up. Fiona senses where this is going and rolls her eyes.
“Really?”
“Yes, really.”
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Vlog 69
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Greetings my lovelies on social media! I know, I have deprived you of my glorious Vlogs. I am sure that you have missed them terribly and you have missed seeing me on your social media because, let’s face it, without me you…the little people…have no purpose. Your life is without meaning unless I am here to give it to you. But don’t worry, my darlings, your Third Generation Goddess is back again to fill your life with vigor!
Oh and this is a very special Vlog, coming to you shortly after the Spring Break edition of Breakdown. Myself, Clyde…say hi, Clyde…
I’m driving.
…and of course we can’t forget about the intensity of The Vision, The Boston Badass, my sister Fiona Logan! Say hi to my lovelies, Fiona…
Hi, nerds.
We are leaving Panama City Beach, Florida because, well let’s face it, anywhere is better than being there, am I right? We are on our way back to our second home of Miami, Florida but we’re not particularly fond of that part of Florida, either, so don’t expect us to spend too much time there. It’s just merely a layover until we make the flight back to a real country, a real nation, a real city. Namely MY HOME OF LONDON, ENGLAND!
That’s a great place to start the hashtags, right?
#HometownHero
#LondonBorn
#TheEnglishAreComing
Y’know, Mels, I’m NOT English.
Yeah but Clyde and I won’t hold that against you. And when The Vision rolls into London, England, when The Vision sets foot into Wembley Arena, the English fans, true fans of the true Braddock legacy, will cheer you just as hard as they will cheer me!
Y’know, Mels, I think it might be a good change of pace to have fans who actually have some intelligence as opposed to the idiots we usually have to deal with on a daily basis. Like those dweebs here in Florida.
Trust me, Fiona, the great fans of the United Kingdom truly know their wrestling. In fact, all across Europe the fans are more properly schooled and educated and are more appreciative of true wrestling as opposed to typical American audiences who want nothing but trashy nonsense and flash. I think it’s time to drop some more hashtags!
#EnglishFans
#EuropeanWrestling
While we’re on the subject of trashy nonsense and flash, I think that pretty much sums up The Hollywood kids. And no, I’m not talking about celebs who have their heads so far up each other’s assholes that they can’t even see straight, I’m talking about Chris and Ryan Hollywood who are focused more on their next big picture deal than on actually being successful in Supreme Championship Wrestling.
Uh oh, Fiona’s about to get hot here, folks…
Damn right I’m getting hot! Those losers are little more than a damned comedy act and yet they get a tag title match against the new champs Frost and Valentine before we do?! I’m still pissed off about that and I don’t know whether it was Franky or Alex but whoever decided to serve those two idiots to The Vision on a silver platter let me personally thank you. From the bottom of my heart I THANK YOU for this opportunity to tear these two apart limb by limb and rid you of two wastes of space.
You know, darlings, my sister raises quite a few solid points here. Hollywood has had their chances, several of them in fact, and each and every time they have had their opportunity they came up short.
#ComeUpShort
#CantQuiteReachIt
#Hollylosers
So why is it that they get random ass title shots? Huh? Is it because they make people laugh? Is it because they are entertaining? Newsflash, morons, we are not in the entertaining business. We are not in the business of making people laugh. We are in the business of WINNING!
Now I’ll be the first to admit, The Vision hasn’t had as much success in that whole ‘winning’ department lately, at least not here in SCW. But those who follow us closely know damn well what we are capable of; we currently hold tag team gold in two other promotions. We are fully capable of being champs here in SCW if given the opportunity. Yet instead the Hollyweirdos get the opportunities that rightfully belong to us.
So if we have to “prove ourselves” if we have to “earn it” again, then so be it. If CHBK or the CEO want us to step up and take our shot then we’ll do just that. And sorry, boys, but it’ll be at your damn expense. We’re gonna maul you in Wembley in front of the whole damn world. We’re gonna rearrange your faces. We’re gonna stain London in your blood.
Doesn’t sound like Chris and Ryan will be getting any new gigs anytime soon.
Trending!
Melinda, OUT!
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March 12th, 2026
Panama City Beach, Florida
Off Camera
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The car cut steadily through the dark along the interstate, carrying the last tired traces of the evening with it as it pulled farther and farther away from Panama City Beach. The bright noise of the Spring Break edition of SCW Breakdown was long behind them now, reduced to memory and scattered impressions, flashes of light, crowd noise, entrance music, the thud of bodies in the ring, the particular kind of adrenaline that lingered after a show even when the show itself was over. Out here, though, everything felt quieter. The road had a way of flattening the night into something endless and almost hypnotic, a long ribbon of pavement unspooling beneath the headlights while the rest of Florida seemed to slip past in darkness. Traffic had thinned enough to give the drive a lonely feel, though now and then another car would appear in the next lane, glide past in a wash of light, and disappear ahead into the dark. Tractor trailers moved with heavy patience, their taillights glowing red in the distance like slow moving embers. Green interstate signs rose and vanished overhead, their lettering briefly lit before they were swallowed again by the night behind them. The sky was clear, deep and dark, with no rain threatening and no storm clouds gathering, just the soft black expanse of late evening above a highway that seemed to go on forever.
Inside the car, the atmosphere had that drained, lived in feeling that comes after a long event and an even longer drive ahead. The air conditioning hummed softly. The seats still held the faint warmth of bodies that had spent hours under arena lights before settling into the relative quiet of the ride home. There was probably still a trace of hairspray, sweat, leather, and that odd clean scent from fresh athletic tape hanging in the air, the unmistakable smell of wrestlers leaving work behind without really leaving it behind at all.
Clyde Sutter sat behind the wheel with both hands steady on it, his posture composed in the way it always seemed to be. Even driving, he had a kind of contained stillness about him. His long black hair had either been tied back loosely or pushed behind his shoulders for the drive. He wore a dark shirt, softened by wear and slightly creased from the long night, the fabric stretched cleanly across his well built frame. His denim jeans were casual, dark and unremarkable in the best way, chosen for the drive rather than for appearance. On his feet were sturdy boots. In the front passenger seat, Melinda Braddock looked elegant even in the aftermath of a wrestling show and a long road trip, though her elegance had softened into something more human and tired. She had changed into something more comfortable for the drive, though not so casual that it erased her sense of style. She wore fitted leggings or slim athletic trousers, paired with a soft top that skimmed her frame without looking careless. Over it she had a light jacket, something clean and understated that she could pull around herself when the air conditioning got too cool. Her shoes had likely been exchanged for something more practical, low profile flats, tucked neatly beneath her seat or braced lightly against the floorboard. In the back seat sat Fiona Logan, and the difference in energy between the front and back of the car was almost tangible. She sat in the back with one leg bent slightly or stretched across the seat depending on how much room she had given herself, trying to find comfort without ever really quite achieving it. She wore dark jeans. Her top was simple, something that moved easily and did not require thought. Over it she had a heavier layer, maybe a dark jacket with a slightly rugged feel to it, something that suited her better than anything too sleek or delicate ever could.
They were leaving Breakdown behind. They were leaving Panama City Beach behind. Hopefully they were leaving their run of bad luck behind. They have had opportunities at gold; the Tag Titles, the Underground Title, and most recently the Television Title, and all three have come up short. Clyde Sutter and his beloved Melinda are confident that Fate has a plan for them and their Vision but The Boston Badass is restless. She did not sign a contract with SCW just to come up short week in and week out. She wants to win. She wants the glory. She wants championship gold and she wants it alongside her sister Melinda Braddock. And with Retribution, and a match against Hollywood, coming up on the horizon, Fiona can see that they can take this opportunity to put The Vision back into the championship conversation with a victory.
“It will be good to get back to Miami. It will be even better to get back home to London.” Melinda muses. “Retribution is next, in my home. Fiona and I, The Vision, can take down Chris and Ryan Hollywood. We can humble them in front of a packed Wembley Arena. All of them cheering for us.”
“Cheering for YOU.” Fiona says rolling her eyes. “I’m American. I’m just along for the ride. You’ll be the hometown hero for once.”
“I won’t deny it…the Braddock name is quite legendary and popular in England. But you are part of that family now, Fiona. Adopted, yes, but you are part of us. You are helping me to rebuild and redefine The Vision of not only the Braddock legacy but professional wrestling itself.”
“And we’re supposed to do that by kicking Hollywood’s asses?” Fiona sneers. “I mean, it wasn’t long ago they had a shot at the SCW World Tag Team Titles. What the hell have they done to earn a shot?!”
“In fairness…” Melinda begins quietly “...what have WE done?”
“Yeah but still!” Fiona exclaims. “At least we have a championship pedigree. We are the reigning MWCW Tag Team Champs and MWA World Tag Team Champs. We have proven in other promotions that we can get the job done.” She holds up one finger. “Give us just ONE shot at Xander and Selena and we’ll end ‘em!”
“Indeed we will.” Melinda says with a confident smirk on her face. “If that is what Fate has planned.”
“Enough with the Fate talk!” Fiona exclaims. “I want real results! No philosophical crap!”
“You sound rather upset, Fiona.” Clyde chimes in from behind the wheel. “Perhaps we should look for a place to stop? The drive to Miami is over eight hours.”
“Clyde is right.” Melinda nods her head. “We are all tired, exhausted from Breakdown. We are on edge because things have not been going our way. It would be wise to stop and sleep.”
“No way!” Fiona shakes her head, her voice takes on a different tone. This isn’t just exasperation or angst. This seems almost like panic and Melinda and Clyde both notice. “We’re just driving straight back to Miami. Nonstop!”
“You seem upset, Fiona…” Melinda turns to look back at her sister “...is something wrong?”
“I think the two of us failing at each and every turn is enough of a problem, don’t ya think?”
“No, there’s something else.” Melinda shakes her head. “You’re concerned about Todd, aren’t you?”
“Don’t say that asshole’s name!”
Todd Osbourne, Fiona Logan’s foster father, the man who was supposed to care for her but instead used her and made her childhood hell, has recently attempted to make contact. It is clear that he wants to rebuild a relationship with Fiona, he wants to reconnect. He claims he has changed but Fiona has her doubts. Melinda Braddock has her own doubts as well. She doesn’t think reconnecting with Todd is a good idea at all. But Kurt Logan, Fiona and Melinda’s step-father, believe that it could be a good idea. He is a strong believer in second chances and think talking to Todd Osbourne, at least hearing him out, might be a good idea.
Fiona Logan has already made her decision; she has agreed to meet with Todd. The meeting has been planned for a time and place in Miami, Florida; a public place where she can feel safe. Still, The Boston Badass feels uneasy.
“Correct me if I am mistaken but did you not already agree to meet with he who shall not be named?” Melinda says grinning. “I mean, I already told you it was a bad idea, but…”
“I know, I know!” Fiona exclaims, sounding frustrated. “Both of you have been trying to talk me out of it.”
“There’s still time.” Melinda states. Fiona shakes her head.
“No way. Not now. I have to see it through.”
“Then why are you worried about him here and now?”
“Because that creep could be lurking around the corner this very moment. He could be following us. He is that obsessed with me!”
“And this is the guy you wish to meet…”
“I get it, you don’t approve.” Fiona sighs. “And maybe I’m wrong? Maybe I’m being paranoid? Maybe he’s not following us or lurking around every corner? I just want to be safe. Y’know?”
“I never agreed with your decision to meet with Mr. Osbourne in the first place.” Sutter chimes in.
“I know that, big guy.”
“However, I agree that it is best to be safe. Caution is the proper course of action here. We can drive straight back to Miami.”
“And I will take over driving if you get too tired.” Melinda says warmly.
“Thanks for the support you two.” Fiona says as she tries to relax in the back seat. “It means a lot.”
“No matter what you always have me to support you.” Melinda remarks. “And when you do make contact with Todd, when you visit him, I will be there with you every step of the way to ensure your safety.” Melinda grins. “Sisters have to stick together.”
“That’s what makes us a great team.” Fiona smirks knowingly. “And that’s why we’re going to kick Hollywood ass at Retribution.”
“Speaking of which, that gives me an idea…”
“Oh?”
Melinda produces her smartphone, an iphone, and holds it up. Fiona senses where this is going and rolls her eyes.
“Really?”
“Yes, really.”
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Vlog 69
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Greetings my lovelies on social media! I know, I have deprived you of my glorious Vlogs. I am sure that you have missed them terribly and you have missed seeing me on your social media because, let’s face it, without me you…the little people…have no purpose. Your life is without meaning unless I am here to give it to you. But don’t worry, my darlings, your Third Generation Goddess is back again to fill your life with vigor!
Oh and this is a very special Vlog, coming to you shortly after the Spring Break edition of Breakdown. Myself, Clyde…say hi, Clyde…
I’m driving.
…and of course we can’t forget about the intensity of The Vision, The Boston Badass, my sister Fiona Logan! Say hi to my lovelies, Fiona…
Hi, nerds.
We are leaving Panama City Beach, Florida because, well let’s face it, anywhere is better than being there, am I right? We are on our way back to our second home of Miami, Florida but we’re not particularly fond of that part of Florida, either, so don’t expect us to spend too much time there. It’s just merely a layover until we make the flight back to a real country, a real nation, a real city. Namely MY HOME OF LONDON, ENGLAND!
That’s a great place to start the hashtags, right?
#HometownHero
#LondonBorn
#TheEnglishAreComing
Y’know, Mels, I’m NOT English.
Yeah but Clyde and I won’t hold that against you. And when The Vision rolls into London, England, when The Vision sets foot into Wembley Arena, the English fans, true fans of the true Braddock legacy, will cheer you just as hard as they will cheer me!
Y’know, Mels, I think it might be a good change of pace to have fans who actually have some intelligence as opposed to the idiots we usually have to deal with on a daily basis. Like those dweebs here in Florida.
Trust me, Fiona, the great fans of the United Kingdom truly know their wrestling. In fact, all across Europe the fans are more properly schooled and educated and are more appreciative of true wrestling as opposed to typical American audiences who want nothing but trashy nonsense and flash. I think it’s time to drop some more hashtags!
#EnglishFans
#EuropeanWrestling
While we’re on the subject of trashy nonsense and flash, I think that pretty much sums up The Hollywood kids. And no, I’m not talking about celebs who have their heads so far up each other’s assholes that they can’t even see straight, I’m talking about Chris and Ryan Hollywood who are focused more on their next big picture deal than on actually being successful in Supreme Championship Wrestling.
Uh oh, Fiona’s about to get hot here, folks…
Damn right I’m getting hot! Those losers are little more than a damned comedy act and yet they get a tag title match against the new champs Frost and Valentine before we do?! I’m still pissed off about that and I don’t know whether it was Franky or Alex but whoever decided to serve those two idiots to The Vision on a silver platter let me personally thank you. From the bottom of my heart I THANK YOU for this opportunity to tear these two apart limb by limb and rid you of two wastes of space.
You know, darlings, my sister raises quite a few solid points here. Hollywood has had their chances, several of them in fact, and each and every time they have had their opportunity they came up short.
#ComeUpShort
#CantQuiteReachIt
#Hollylosers
So why is it that they get random ass title shots? Huh? Is it because they make people laugh? Is it because they are entertaining? Newsflash, morons, we are not in the entertaining business. We are not in the business of making people laugh. We are in the business of WINNING!
Now I’ll be the first to admit, The Vision hasn’t had as much success in that whole ‘winning’ department lately, at least not here in SCW. But those who follow us closely know damn well what we are capable of; we currently hold tag team gold in two other promotions. We are fully capable of being champs here in SCW if given the opportunity. Yet instead the Hollyweirdos get the opportunities that rightfully belong to us.
So if we have to “prove ourselves” if we have to “earn it” again, then so be it. If CHBK or the CEO want us to step up and take our shot then we’ll do just that. And sorry, boys, but it’ll be at your damn expense. We’re gonna maul you in Wembley in front of the whole damn world. We’re gonna rearrange your faces. We’re gonna stain London in your blood.
Doesn’t sound like Chris and Ryan will be getting any new gigs anytime soon.
Trending!
Melinda, OUT!
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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