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April 8th, 2026
Miami, Florida
Off Camera
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Dinner at the nice Miami home of Glory Braddock and her husband Kurt Logan would, obviously, be a little awkward for The Vision, considering the fact that Melinda Braddock has been claiming for a couple of years now that she intends to tear the Braddock legacy away from her mother and make it her own. The Third Generation Goddess has brought her adopted sister, Fiona Logan, along for the ride. So why would these two rebels who wish to craft their own vision of the Braddock wrestling legacy return to Glory Braddock’s home in Miami, Florida for this uneasy and awkward family dinner? Simple; there is a bigger problem that forces the family to come together for a common cause and that common cause is the protection and comfort of one Fiona Logan. Melinda and Fiona have been quite successful since they came together; they currently are the MWCW Tag Team Champions and the MWA World Tag Team Champions. They are even making waves in SCW’s tag team division having beaten Hollywood at Retribution. But with that success comes attention and it has drawn the attention of Todd Osbourne, Fiona’s former foster father whom she had hoped had removed himself from her life permanently. Unfortunately he has returned and is seeking reconciliation.
The home itself sat in a quiet Miami neighborhood tucked away from the noise of the beach and the busy downtown streets, a place where tropical plants crowded the edges of the yard and the air smelled faintly of salt and sun warmed greenery even after dusk. Inside, the atmosphere was a blend of lived in softness and the lingering sharpness of a family accustomed to chaos. The dining room glowed under a warm overhead fixture, casting gentle shadows against the pale walls. The table, solid wood and slightly scarred from years of use, was already set with mismatched plates that somehow looked intentional. Glory had never been precious about perfect presentation. What mattered was that people she loved were sitting together in one place. The scent of dinner drifted through the room, savory and familiar, a comfortable anchor in a house filled with strong personalities. Melinda Braddock sat at the table with the sort of poised elegance that always made her look perfectly at ease in any setting. Her long blonde hair fell in smooth waves over her shoulders, the soft glow of the overhead light catching the highlights as she leaned back slightly in her chair. She wore a fitted pale blue blouse with delicate button detailing down the front and a skirt in a soft neutral shade that brushed her knees every time she shifted. Even here, in the comfort of her family’s home, she was meticulously feminine, her posture naturally straight, her hands resting lightly on the table as she listened to the rhythm of the house. The calmness around her felt deliberate, a steadying presence she carried into every room.
Across from her, Fiona Logan sat with a tension that clung to her no matter how hard she tried to shake it off. She had dressed simply but in her own unmistakable style, wearing a black tank top layered under an open plaid shirt in deep red and charcoal tones. The sleeves were rolled up to her elbows, revealing the lean strength in her arms, and her long black hair fell loose down her back, slightly mussed as if she had run her hands through it one too many times. She wore worn in black jeans and her usual heavy boots, which she had kicked under the chair in an attempt to look more relaxed than she felt. Fiona always carried a little edge, but tonight it was sharper, settling like a coiled energy under her skin. The meeting with Todd Osbourne still hung on her the way humidity clings to clothing, invisible yet suffocating. Even in the safety of this house, the memory left her unsettled. At the end of the table, Glory Braddock moved with the easy confidence of someone used to balancing authority with affection. She had the build of an athlete and the posture of someone who had spent years standing her ground, whether in a ring or a boardroom. Her long blonde hair, slightly tousled from being tied back earlier in the day, framed a face still youthful despite the marks of experience around her eyes. She wore a simple fitted black t shirt and a pair of gray joggers that softened the sharpness of her otherwise assertive presence. Kurt Logan sat beside her, his dark hair still damp from a late shower, combed back but already beginning to fall into its natural wave. His build was solid, steady, the sort of dependable presence that made the room feel balanced just by him being there. He wore a casual button down shirt in a forest green shade with the top button undone, paired with dark jeans that fit comfortably. Kurt had a way of filling space without dominating it, his calmness complementary to Glory’s more direct energy. When he leaned back in his chair, one arm resting along the side, he looked every bit the stabilizing center of the household.
The room around them seemed to breathe with the familiarity of countless meals and moments shared. The soft hum of the ceiling fan overhead, the faint clatter from the kitchen where dishes waited to be washed, and the gentle warmth of the evening pressing through the windows all formed a backdrop that made the house feel undeniably lived in. Yet the mood at the table carried an undercurrent of something heavier. Fiona sat slightly rigid, her fingers brushing the edge of her plate as though unsure what to do with her hands, while Melinda kept a quiet, watchful calm at her side. Glory and Kurt exchanged occasional glances, the kind of silent communication developed only after years of working as a team. Both of them could sense the tension lingering around Fiona, even without a word being spoken. It hovered in her posture, in the way her gaze dropped and shifted, in the restless way her boot tapped once against the floor before she caught herself. Tonight was meant to be a normal family dinner, but normalcy felt like a fragile layer stretched over something much more complicated. Everything was set. The room was warm, the table full, and the family gathered.
“I am happy to have both of you back home.” Glory says pleasantly. She isn’t ready to broach the real subject of why her daughters have come home; she will let them do that. “You were good at Retribution. Real good. After beating Hollywood, and if you can get this win over Scarlet and the Television Champion Colleen, I’m sure you two can convince one of the two guys in charge to give you a tag team title shot.”
“Oh I am quite certain of it, mother.” Melinda says with a knowing smirk on her face. “Hollywood was a walk in the park for Fiona and I. Now while Carsons and MacDonald are Clyde’s problem, we have no problem taking care of them for him.”
“Doing Clyde’s dirty work, eh?” Glory smirks.
“We are a TEAM.” Melinda insists. “Besides, you pointed out accurately that Colleen MacDonald IS the Television Champion. Defeating a CHAMPION of any sort in SCW will help our standing and help us make our case for a future title shot.”
“Hey!” Fiona exclaims, waving her arms wildly. “I know you two love to talk shop but why don’t we skip the small talk and get to why we are really here?” Fiona sighs. “Because I think both you and Kurt know full well that we aren’t here on no damn social call.”
Glory Braddock and Kurt Logan exchange nervous glances after Fiona’s outburst. After a tense moment they both sigh. Kurt nods his head.
“Yes…Todd Osbourne, your foster…”
“EX-Foster.” Fiona makes it a point to emphasize that.
“Correct.” Melinda nods her head in confirmation. “After much discussion and deliberation, Fiona decided to have a meeting with Todd. She agreed to hear what she had to say.”
“Really?” Kurt asks. Both he and Glory seem surprised. But Melinda nods her head.
“Yes. I was there with her to support her. And Clyde watched from afar.”
“Let me guess,” Glory begins “you instructed Clyde to tear his head off if he tried something. Am I right?”
“One can never be too safe, mother.” Melinda smirks knowingly. “And Clyde really does enjoy inflicting pain.”
“And you wonder why I have my doubts about you and him.”
“Ahem!” Fiona speaks up again. “Remember me?”
“Oh, sorry.” Glory shakes her head. “I apologize. Go ahead, tell us how the meeting went.”
“I…well…” Fiona sighs “...I can’t…”
“If you don’t want to…” Kurt begins but Fiona shakes her head.
“No, you need to hear it.” Fiona looks at Melinda. “Will you tell them?”
“It’s ok.” Melinda says calmly. “I’ll tell them.”
“Thanks, Mels.”
“It was…strange.” Melinda begins. “I expected a monster but what I saw was a tired man who had seen better days. I expected to see a slimy con artist but what I saw was someone who appeared to be sincere and genuine. He showered Fiona with praise.”
“Did he apologize?” Glory asks. Melinda nods her head.
“He did. Many times.”
“What do you think, Fiona?” Kurt asks. Fiona sighs and shrugs her shoulders.
“Honestly? I don’t know what to think.”
“I hate to be the negative one, but…” Glory sighs “...predators don’t always look like monsters. Sometimes predators look like men who apologize. And Mel, you were expecting a con artist? I have encountered many con artists in my time and the really good ones can get you to believe anything…including that they are sincere and genuine.”
“That’s what I’m thinking.” Melinda remarks.
“I hear you both,” Kurt says “but people CAN change. How many times have you needed redemption?” Kurt asks, looking straight into Glory’s eyes.
“Fair point.”
“But you know what?” Fiona chimes in. “Changed men don’t send gifts in parking lots. Changed men don’t stalk people like Todd has been stalking me!”
“So what are YOU thinking, Fiona?” Melinda asks.
“Honestly?” Fiona sighs and shakes her head. “I have no damn clue! I know the version of him I remember…the slimy, sleazy, abusive jerk. The con artist. I also saw that guy I met at the cafe, who seemed genuine and sincere, who seemed to be repentant.”
“And you don’t know which version of him is real?” Melinda asks. Fiona nods her head.
“Bingo.”
“If I may make a suggestion?” Glory asks. Fiona and Melinda turn their attention to their mother. “I am skeptical of this guy…but Kurt is right, people are capable of changing and people do deserve second chances.”
“Only if they have earned it.” Melinda states.
“Right. So maybe Fiona can give Todd a second chance? But on HER terms.”
“Structured.” Fiona chimes in. “Supervised, with backup just like the last time?”
“If that’s what it takes to help you feel better.” Melinda smiles warmly. “You know me? I am always there for you and I always will.”
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April 9th, 2026
Miami, Florida
Off Camera
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The sisters had remained overnight so that they could take advantage of Glory and Kurt’s private gym in the basement of their home. The Braddock private gym carried its own atmosphere, a sharp contrast to the warmth of the rest of the house. It was spacious, bright, and undeniably serious, a place designed for discipline rather than comfort. Floor to ceiling mirrors lined one wall, reflecting the entire room in clean uninterrupted panes. The opposite wall was dominated by mounted equipment and neatly arranged racks of free weights, everything organized with a precision that felt almost military. Thick mats covered the center of the room, each panel fitted tightly against the next in a patchwork of muted gray and charcoal. Overhead, industrial lighting cast a steady, unflinching glow, eliminating shadows and leaving no room for ambiguity. The faint scent of rubber, sweat, and disinfectant hung in the air, grounding the space in familiarity for anyone who trained there regularly.
Melinda and Fiona were in the thick of their sparring session, the rhythmic cadence of their movement echoing softly in the open room. The two of them always made an interesting contrast on the mats. Fiona moved with the sharpness of someone fueled by instinct as much as training. Her long black hair had been tied back only loosely, strands already coming free and clinging to her skin as she circled. She wore a fitted black athletic tank and compression shorts under dark grappling leggings, practical gear that clung close to her frame, revealing the lean muscle and coiled tension in her body. Her expression held the same seriousness she brought to most physical challenges, though today it was clearly fueled by more than simple focus. Every shift of her weight carried a little extra edge, every step a faint residue of whatever she was still carrying from the meeting with Todd. Melinda, on the other hand, presented a calm that almost seemed out of place in the middle of a sparring match but was entirely her own. She wore a soft lavender sports bra and matching leggings that fit like a second skin, her blonde hair pulled back into a sleek high ponytail that barely budged as she moved. Sweat glistened lightly along her temples, yet she carried herself with the same collected elegance she showed in everyday life. Her movements were smooth, controlled, deliberate. She didn’t waste energy; she redirected it. When she stepped or pivoted, it was with precision rather than urgency, as if she had rehearsed every possible angle in her mind before committing her body to it. The two of them moved around each other in a silent exchange of skill and intention. Fiona lunged forward, testing distance. Melinda responded with a swift change of footing, avoiding contact by inches. Then Melinda advanced, drawing Fiona into motion. Their feet whispered against the mats, their breath steady but audible in the quiet gym. It felt like a dance stripped of grace and filled with purpose, a push and pull where neither woman sought dominance so much as clarity. Both understood each other well enough by now to know when sparring was about technique and when it was about emotion. Today, Fiona’s tension was doing half the talking.
Across the room, Kurt Logan observed from a respectful distance. He leaned casually against a wall near the free weights, arms crossed loosely over his chest, but his attention was unwavering. His dark hair was slightly tousled from his earlier workout, and he wore a gray moisture wicking T shirt and black athletic shorts. The look suited him, the ease of a man who lived in gyms as naturally as some people lived in coffee shops. Even at rest he carried a presence of quiet strength. From where he stood, he could see the whole exchange unfold with practiced eyes. He knew their forms well, knew where each excelled and where each tended to slip when distracted. Fiona’s footwork was tighter than usual, her reactions quicker, but her body telegraphed a restlessness she couldn’t quite hide. Melinda’s form was impeccable, almost serene, but Kurt could see the way she subtly adjusted her rhythm to match Fiona’s mood, pushing just enough to challenge her without tipping her into frustration. The room was nearly silent apart from the sounds of their movements. No music played. No conversation floated between them. The air felt charged in that way only physical exertion and unspoken emotion could create. Fiona’s jaw clenched tightly each time she steadied her balance. Melinda’s focus narrowed, her eyes following every shift in Fiona’s stance with calm attention.
“Easy you two.” Kurt calls out. “Remember this is sparring not an actual match.”
Melinda and Fiona do not react at first. Instead they clinch. Fiona, the stronger of the two, quits holding back, she drives Melinda hard into the mat. The thud even causes Kurt to flinch as he runs over towards them.
“I told you to back off a little.” He scolds. “What’s wrong?”
“I’m sorry.” Fiona sighs. She reaches out a hand to help Melinda. Melinda accepts the hand and Fiona pulls her back up. The two embrace in a hug.
“It’s ok, Fiona.” Melinda smirks. “Just do me a favor and save that anger for Colleen and Scarlet.”
“Will do.”
“Well before I let you two go back for a round two, why don’t you tell me what’s bothering you?” Kurt asks Fiona directly.
“I guess…” Fiona pauses for a moment. Melinda places a comforting hand on her shoulder. Finally Fiona sighs. “...I guess I’m still upset about Todd…”
“We talked about this yesterday.” Melinda points out.
“I know but…”
“If you’re having second thoughts about letting him back into your life you can always back out.” Melinda remarks. “Remember, he hurt you. The consequences of his actions are on him. You are in no way obligated to give him a second chance.”
“I know.” Fiona nods her head. “But I DO want to give him a second chance.”
“So what’s the problem?”
“I am afraid of being hurt again.” Fiona states. “I am worried that he’s still the same con artist he once was, that he hasn’t changed, that he sees my success and wants to use me again to cash in.”
“There is that possibility.” Melinda pats her on the back. “And if he does? You have back up. You have myself and you have Clyde. If he tries anything to hurt you, anything at all, he will pay.” She touches Fiona’s chest. “Remember, YOU make the rules. YOU set the structure. Not him.”
“Thanks, Mels.”
“I will pretend I didn’t hear that not so subtle threat of bringing physical harm to Todd Osbourne.” Kurt snickers. “Now you two finish sparring. You have a tag match to win.”
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Vlog #70
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Hello my darlings and welcome to my 70th Vlog! I am your host, “The Third Generation Goddess”, Melinda Braddock. And as always I am joined by my sister, my tag team partner, my best friend in life, “The Boston Badass” Fiona Logan.
Greetings, losers.
Speaking of losers, how about we start with a very special hashtag? Hashtag LOSERS!
#HollyLOSERS
Yeah, Chris and Ryan learned really quick that we weren’t kidding about kicking their asses at Retribution. They may have gotten one up over the tag champs but now? Now they are back where they belong; in the gutter, in the back of the line, beneath us. And by whipping their asses we have taken one great big step closer towards getting what we really want; a shot at the SCW World Tag Team Championship.
There are two more losers we can talk about; Colleen MacDonald and Scarlet Carson. The one thing that makes them both losers is the fact that they actually thought that they could fight fate and win.
#FateAlwaysWins
#Losers
Y’know Mels, I’m not gonna preach your fate gospel. I’ll leave that to you and the big guy. But everyone should know by now that The Boston Badass loves a good fight and right now Colleen and Scarlet are staring dead in the eyes of a good fight.
But can they trust each other? Not when Scarlet clearly wants what Colleen has.
#Jealousy
#Envy
I don’t blame her for wanting the Television Title. And it sucks for Colleen that her partner wants to kick her ass almost as much as we do. But that’s not my problem. All I care about is getting the dub because beating Scarlet…and a reigning champion…will get The Vision closer to what we really want; the SCW World Tag Team Championship.
And we’ll be doing the big guy a favor too.
Fate has put The Vision in a perfect situation…we can soften up two enemies of Clyde Sutter, enemies who wish to keep the Television Title away from him. In the process, we have another opportunity to take steps towards earning a tag team title opportunity. Don’t you see, ladies? The writing is on the wall. Fate is on our side and your Fate is sealed.
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April 8th, 2026
Miami, Florida
Off Camera
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Dinner at the nice Miami home of Glory Braddock and her husband Kurt Logan would, obviously, be a little awkward for The Vision, considering the fact that Melinda Braddock has been claiming for a couple of years now that she intends to tear the Braddock legacy away from her mother and make it her own. The Third Generation Goddess has brought her adopted sister, Fiona Logan, along for the ride. So why would these two rebels who wish to craft their own vision of the Braddock wrestling legacy return to Glory Braddock’s home in Miami, Florida for this uneasy and awkward family dinner? Simple; there is a bigger problem that forces the family to come together for a common cause and that common cause is the protection and comfort of one Fiona Logan. Melinda and Fiona have been quite successful since they came together; they currently are the MWCW Tag Team Champions and the MWA World Tag Team Champions. They are even making waves in SCW’s tag team division having beaten Hollywood at Retribution. But with that success comes attention and it has drawn the attention of Todd Osbourne, Fiona’s former foster father whom she had hoped had removed himself from her life permanently. Unfortunately he has returned and is seeking reconciliation.
The home itself sat in a quiet Miami neighborhood tucked away from the noise of the beach and the busy downtown streets, a place where tropical plants crowded the edges of the yard and the air smelled faintly of salt and sun warmed greenery even after dusk. Inside, the atmosphere was a blend of lived in softness and the lingering sharpness of a family accustomed to chaos. The dining room glowed under a warm overhead fixture, casting gentle shadows against the pale walls. The table, solid wood and slightly scarred from years of use, was already set with mismatched plates that somehow looked intentional. Glory had never been precious about perfect presentation. What mattered was that people she loved were sitting together in one place. The scent of dinner drifted through the room, savory and familiar, a comfortable anchor in a house filled with strong personalities. Melinda Braddock sat at the table with the sort of poised elegance that always made her look perfectly at ease in any setting. Her long blonde hair fell in smooth waves over her shoulders, the soft glow of the overhead light catching the highlights as she leaned back slightly in her chair. She wore a fitted pale blue blouse with delicate button detailing down the front and a skirt in a soft neutral shade that brushed her knees every time she shifted. Even here, in the comfort of her family’s home, she was meticulously feminine, her posture naturally straight, her hands resting lightly on the table as she listened to the rhythm of the house. The calmness around her felt deliberate, a steadying presence she carried into every room.
Across from her, Fiona Logan sat with a tension that clung to her no matter how hard she tried to shake it off. She had dressed simply but in her own unmistakable style, wearing a black tank top layered under an open plaid shirt in deep red and charcoal tones. The sleeves were rolled up to her elbows, revealing the lean strength in her arms, and her long black hair fell loose down her back, slightly mussed as if she had run her hands through it one too many times. She wore worn in black jeans and her usual heavy boots, which she had kicked under the chair in an attempt to look more relaxed than she felt. Fiona always carried a little edge, but tonight it was sharper, settling like a coiled energy under her skin. The meeting with Todd Osbourne still hung on her the way humidity clings to clothing, invisible yet suffocating. Even in the safety of this house, the memory left her unsettled. At the end of the table, Glory Braddock moved with the easy confidence of someone used to balancing authority with affection. She had the build of an athlete and the posture of someone who had spent years standing her ground, whether in a ring or a boardroom. Her long blonde hair, slightly tousled from being tied back earlier in the day, framed a face still youthful despite the marks of experience around her eyes. She wore a simple fitted black t shirt and a pair of gray joggers that softened the sharpness of her otherwise assertive presence. Kurt Logan sat beside her, his dark hair still damp from a late shower, combed back but already beginning to fall into its natural wave. His build was solid, steady, the sort of dependable presence that made the room feel balanced just by him being there. He wore a casual button down shirt in a forest green shade with the top button undone, paired with dark jeans that fit comfortably. Kurt had a way of filling space without dominating it, his calmness complementary to Glory’s more direct energy. When he leaned back in his chair, one arm resting along the side, he looked every bit the stabilizing center of the household.
The room around them seemed to breathe with the familiarity of countless meals and moments shared. The soft hum of the ceiling fan overhead, the faint clatter from the kitchen where dishes waited to be washed, and the gentle warmth of the evening pressing through the windows all formed a backdrop that made the house feel undeniably lived in. Yet the mood at the table carried an undercurrent of something heavier. Fiona sat slightly rigid, her fingers brushing the edge of her plate as though unsure what to do with her hands, while Melinda kept a quiet, watchful calm at her side. Glory and Kurt exchanged occasional glances, the kind of silent communication developed only after years of working as a team. Both of them could sense the tension lingering around Fiona, even without a word being spoken. It hovered in her posture, in the way her gaze dropped and shifted, in the restless way her boot tapped once against the floor before she caught herself. Tonight was meant to be a normal family dinner, but normalcy felt like a fragile layer stretched over something much more complicated. Everything was set. The room was warm, the table full, and the family gathered.
“I am happy to have both of you back home.” Glory says pleasantly. She isn’t ready to broach the real subject of why her daughters have come home; she will let them do that. “You were good at Retribution. Real good. After beating Hollywood, and if you can get this win over Scarlet and the Television Champion Colleen, I’m sure you two can convince one of the two guys in charge to give you a tag team title shot.”
“Oh I am quite certain of it, mother.” Melinda says with a knowing smirk on her face. “Hollywood was a walk in the park for Fiona and I. Now while Carsons and MacDonald are Clyde’s problem, we have no problem taking care of them for him.”
“Doing Clyde’s dirty work, eh?” Glory smirks.
“We are a TEAM.” Melinda insists. “Besides, you pointed out accurately that Colleen MacDonald IS the Television Champion. Defeating a CHAMPION of any sort in SCW will help our standing and help us make our case for a future title shot.”
“Hey!” Fiona exclaims, waving her arms wildly. “I know you two love to talk shop but why don’t we skip the small talk and get to why we are really here?” Fiona sighs. “Because I think both you and Kurt know full well that we aren’t here on no damn social call.”
Glory Braddock and Kurt Logan exchange nervous glances after Fiona’s outburst. After a tense moment they both sigh. Kurt nods his head.
“Yes…Todd Osbourne, your foster…”
“EX-Foster.” Fiona makes it a point to emphasize that.
“Correct.” Melinda nods her head in confirmation. “After much discussion and deliberation, Fiona decided to have a meeting with Todd. She agreed to hear what she had to say.”
“Really?” Kurt asks. Both he and Glory seem surprised. But Melinda nods her head.
“Yes. I was there with her to support her. And Clyde watched from afar.”
“Let me guess,” Glory begins “you instructed Clyde to tear his head off if he tried something. Am I right?”
“One can never be too safe, mother.” Melinda smirks knowingly. “And Clyde really does enjoy inflicting pain.”
“And you wonder why I have my doubts about you and him.”
“Ahem!” Fiona speaks up again. “Remember me?”
“Oh, sorry.” Glory shakes her head. “I apologize. Go ahead, tell us how the meeting went.”
“I…well…” Fiona sighs “...I can’t…”
“If you don’t want to…” Kurt begins but Fiona shakes her head.
“No, you need to hear it.” Fiona looks at Melinda. “Will you tell them?”
“It’s ok.” Melinda says calmly. “I’ll tell them.”
“Thanks, Mels.”
“It was…strange.” Melinda begins. “I expected a monster but what I saw was a tired man who had seen better days. I expected to see a slimy con artist but what I saw was someone who appeared to be sincere and genuine. He showered Fiona with praise.”
“Did he apologize?” Glory asks. Melinda nods her head.
“He did. Many times.”
“What do you think, Fiona?” Kurt asks. Fiona sighs and shrugs her shoulders.
“Honestly? I don’t know what to think.”
“I hate to be the negative one, but…” Glory sighs “...predators don’t always look like monsters. Sometimes predators look like men who apologize. And Mel, you were expecting a con artist? I have encountered many con artists in my time and the really good ones can get you to believe anything…including that they are sincere and genuine.”
“That’s what I’m thinking.” Melinda remarks.
“I hear you both,” Kurt says “but people CAN change. How many times have you needed redemption?” Kurt asks, looking straight into Glory’s eyes.
“Fair point.”
“But you know what?” Fiona chimes in. “Changed men don’t send gifts in parking lots. Changed men don’t stalk people like Todd has been stalking me!”
“So what are YOU thinking, Fiona?” Melinda asks.
“Honestly?” Fiona sighs and shakes her head. “I have no damn clue! I know the version of him I remember…the slimy, sleazy, abusive jerk. The con artist. I also saw that guy I met at the cafe, who seemed genuine and sincere, who seemed to be repentant.”
“And you don’t know which version of him is real?” Melinda asks. Fiona nods her head.
“Bingo.”
“If I may make a suggestion?” Glory asks. Fiona and Melinda turn their attention to their mother. “I am skeptical of this guy…but Kurt is right, people are capable of changing and people do deserve second chances.”
“Only if they have earned it.” Melinda states.
“Right. So maybe Fiona can give Todd a second chance? But on HER terms.”
“Structured.” Fiona chimes in. “Supervised, with backup just like the last time?”
“If that’s what it takes to help you feel better.” Melinda smiles warmly. “You know me? I am always there for you and I always will.”
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April 9th, 2026
Miami, Florida
Off Camera
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The sisters had remained overnight so that they could take advantage of Glory and Kurt’s private gym in the basement of their home. The Braddock private gym carried its own atmosphere, a sharp contrast to the warmth of the rest of the house. It was spacious, bright, and undeniably serious, a place designed for discipline rather than comfort. Floor to ceiling mirrors lined one wall, reflecting the entire room in clean uninterrupted panes. The opposite wall was dominated by mounted equipment and neatly arranged racks of free weights, everything organized with a precision that felt almost military. Thick mats covered the center of the room, each panel fitted tightly against the next in a patchwork of muted gray and charcoal. Overhead, industrial lighting cast a steady, unflinching glow, eliminating shadows and leaving no room for ambiguity. The faint scent of rubber, sweat, and disinfectant hung in the air, grounding the space in familiarity for anyone who trained there regularly.
Melinda and Fiona were in the thick of their sparring session, the rhythmic cadence of their movement echoing softly in the open room. The two of them always made an interesting contrast on the mats. Fiona moved with the sharpness of someone fueled by instinct as much as training. Her long black hair had been tied back only loosely, strands already coming free and clinging to her skin as she circled. She wore a fitted black athletic tank and compression shorts under dark grappling leggings, practical gear that clung close to her frame, revealing the lean muscle and coiled tension in her body. Her expression held the same seriousness she brought to most physical challenges, though today it was clearly fueled by more than simple focus. Every shift of her weight carried a little extra edge, every step a faint residue of whatever she was still carrying from the meeting with Todd. Melinda, on the other hand, presented a calm that almost seemed out of place in the middle of a sparring match but was entirely her own. She wore a soft lavender sports bra and matching leggings that fit like a second skin, her blonde hair pulled back into a sleek high ponytail that barely budged as she moved. Sweat glistened lightly along her temples, yet she carried herself with the same collected elegance she showed in everyday life. Her movements were smooth, controlled, deliberate. She didn’t waste energy; she redirected it. When she stepped or pivoted, it was with precision rather than urgency, as if she had rehearsed every possible angle in her mind before committing her body to it. The two of them moved around each other in a silent exchange of skill and intention. Fiona lunged forward, testing distance. Melinda responded with a swift change of footing, avoiding contact by inches. Then Melinda advanced, drawing Fiona into motion. Their feet whispered against the mats, their breath steady but audible in the quiet gym. It felt like a dance stripped of grace and filled with purpose, a push and pull where neither woman sought dominance so much as clarity. Both understood each other well enough by now to know when sparring was about technique and when it was about emotion. Today, Fiona’s tension was doing half the talking.
Across the room, Kurt Logan observed from a respectful distance. He leaned casually against a wall near the free weights, arms crossed loosely over his chest, but his attention was unwavering. His dark hair was slightly tousled from his earlier workout, and he wore a gray moisture wicking T shirt and black athletic shorts. The look suited him, the ease of a man who lived in gyms as naturally as some people lived in coffee shops. Even at rest he carried a presence of quiet strength. From where he stood, he could see the whole exchange unfold with practiced eyes. He knew their forms well, knew where each excelled and where each tended to slip when distracted. Fiona’s footwork was tighter than usual, her reactions quicker, but her body telegraphed a restlessness she couldn’t quite hide. Melinda’s form was impeccable, almost serene, but Kurt could see the way she subtly adjusted her rhythm to match Fiona’s mood, pushing just enough to challenge her without tipping her into frustration. The room was nearly silent apart from the sounds of their movements. No music played. No conversation floated between them. The air felt charged in that way only physical exertion and unspoken emotion could create. Fiona’s jaw clenched tightly each time she steadied her balance. Melinda’s focus narrowed, her eyes following every shift in Fiona’s stance with calm attention.
“Easy you two.” Kurt calls out. “Remember this is sparring not an actual match.”
Melinda and Fiona do not react at first. Instead they clinch. Fiona, the stronger of the two, quits holding back, she drives Melinda hard into the mat. The thud even causes Kurt to flinch as he runs over towards them.
“I told you to back off a little.” He scolds. “What’s wrong?”
“I’m sorry.” Fiona sighs. She reaches out a hand to help Melinda. Melinda accepts the hand and Fiona pulls her back up. The two embrace in a hug.
“It’s ok, Fiona.” Melinda smirks. “Just do me a favor and save that anger for Colleen and Scarlet.”
“Will do.”
“Well before I let you two go back for a round two, why don’t you tell me what’s bothering you?” Kurt asks Fiona directly.
“I guess…” Fiona pauses for a moment. Melinda places a comforting hand on her shoulder. Finally Fiona sighs. “...I guess I’m still upset about Todd…”
“We talked about this yesterday.” Melinda points out.
“I know but…”
“If you’re having second thoughts about letting him back into your life you can always back out.” Melinda remarks. “Remember, he hurt you. The consequences of his actions are on him. You are in no way obligated to give him a second chance.”
“I know.” Fiona nods her head. “But I DO want to give him a second chance.”
“So what’s the problem?”
“I am afraid of being hurt again.” Fiona states. “I am worried that he’s still the same con artist he once was, that he hasn’t changed, that he sees my success and wants to use me again to cash in.”
“There is that possibility.” Melinda pats her on the back. “And if he does? You have back up. You have myself and you have Clyde. If he tries anything to hurt you, anything at all, he will pay.” She touches Fiona’s chest. “Remember, YOU make the rules. YOU set the structure. Not him.”
“Thanks, Mels.”
“I will pretend I didn’t hear that not so subtle threat of bringing physical harm to Todd Osbourne.” Kurt snickers. “Now you two finish sparring. You have a tag match to win.”
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Vlog #70
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Hello my darlings and welcome to my 70th Vlog! I am your host, “The Third Generation Goddess”, Melinda Braddock. And as always I am joined by my sister, my tag team partner, my best friend in life, “The Boston Badass” Fiona Logan.
Greetings, losers.
Speaking of losers, how about we start with a very special hashtag? Hashtag LOSERS!
#HollyLOSERS
Yeah, Chris and Ryan learned really quick that we weren’t kidding about kicking their asses at Retribution. They may have gotten one up over the tag champs but now? Now they are back where they belong; in the gutter, in the back of the line, beneath us. And by whipping their asses we have taken one great big step closer towards getting what we really want; a shot at the SCW World Tag Team Championship.
There are two more losers we can talk about; Colleen MacDonald and Scarlet Carson. The one thing that makes them both losers is the fact that they actually thought that they could fight fate and win.
#FateAlwaysWins
#Losers
Y’know Mels, I’m not gonna preach your fate gospel. I’ll leave that to you and the big guy. But everyone should know by now that The Boston Badass loves a good fight and right now Colleen and Scarlet are staring dead in the eyes of a good fight.
But can they trust each other? Not when Scarlet clearly wants what Colleen has.
#Jealousy
#Envy
I don’t blame her for wanting the Television Title. And it sucks for Colleen that her partner wants to kick her ass almost as much as we do. But that’s not my problem. All I care about is getting the dub because beating Scarlet…and a reigning champion…will get The Vision closer to what we really want; the SCW World Tag Team Championship.
And we’ll be doing the big guy a favor too.
Fate has put The Vision in a perfect situation…we can soften up two enemies of Clyde Sutter, enemies who wish to keep the Television Title away from him. In the process, we have another opportunity to take steps towards earning a tag team title opportunity. Don’t you see, ladies? The writing is on the wall. Fate is on our side and 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