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April 10th, 2026
Miami, Florida
Off Camera
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Downtown Miami carried its own pulse, a restless mix of heat, color, and noise that wrapped itself around anyone moving through its streets. Late afternoon sunlight spilled between the tall buildings, turning the glass surfaces into shifting mirrors that reflected the sky in shards of blue and gold. The sidewalks were busy but not overwhelming, populated by a steady stream of office workers, tourists, and locals weaving around one another with the fluidity of a city that never really paused. Cars crawled along the streets beside them, horns blaring occasionally, music drifting from open windows. The air smelled faintly of ocean salt mingled with street food and the warm scent of concrete that had been baking in the sun all day.
Melinda Braddock walked with a natural ease that seemed to blend smoothly into the bustling environment around her. Her outfit struck a careful balance between fashion and comfort. She wore a light blush pink sundress with thin straps, the kind that fluttered slightly with every warm gust of air. The fabric caught the light in soft highlights whenever she stepped out from beneath a building’s shadow. Her long blonde hair had been straightened and fell cleanly down her back, shifting gently against the dress with each movement. She paired the look with white sandals and a small crossbody purse in a soft cream shade. Her posture was effortlessly upright, and she moved with a composed confidence that allowed her to navigate the crowds without ever seeming hurried. Beside her, Fiona Logan walked in a noticeably different rhythm, more alert and grounded. She wore a fitted charcoal gray tank top layered under a thin black open hoodie, the sleeves pushed up past her elbows. Her long black hair was left down, though the humidity had already worked a slight wave into it. She had paired the top with olive cargo pants and her reliable black boots, which made a solid, steady sound with each step. Her hands remained tucked into her pockets most of the time, and her gaze drifted frequently to her surroundings rather than the storefronts or the people passing by. Fiona carried a subdued tension in her shoulders, a quiet vigilance that still hadn’t fully dissolved since the meeting with Todd Osbourne. It lingered beneath the surface, affecting the tilt of her head, the tightness in her jaw, and the occasional, involuntary glance over her shoulder.
The contrast between them was striking as they moved together down the sidewalk. Melinda brought a softness that stood out against the sharp edges of the city, while Fiona matched the concrete and steel with her own rougher edges. Yet they moved in sync all the same, their steps aligned out of long habit. The energy between them wasn’t tense, but Fiona’s mood influenced the air around them all the same. The city itself seemed to embrace them differently. Melinda caught the occasional friendly glance or passing compliment that she acknowledged with a small, polite smile. Fiona, meanwhile, was met with nods from people who recognized her intensity without needing to know its cause. Neon signs flickered to life ahead of them as evening began its slow entrance. A street vendor shouted about cold drinks across the intersection. A group of teenagers sped past on electric scooters, laughter trailing behind them. The sounds blended together into that unmistakable downtown hum.
“Are you ok?” Melinda asks Fiona quietly.
“Not really.” She admits. “I mean, how can I be ok? This jerk was a nightmare of a foster and yet now he’s back. He wants to be back in my life. Honestly? I’m not sure I can trust him.”
“I know.” Melinda nods her head. “Believe me, I understand.”
“You do?”
“Of course.” Melinda nods her head. “I was hesitant about accepting my own biological father back into my life.”
“Yeah?” Fiona asks. “How did that work out?”
“Wonderfully.” Melinda smiles warmly. “And it might turn out wonderfully for you too. I hope it does.”
“Yeah?” Fiona sighs. “Unfortunately I gotta put that in the back of my mind. I can’t let that loser distract me from Vision business.”
“Yes, The Vision business is important.” She nods her head. “We have made great strides recently. Chris and Ryan Hollywood own a victory over the now former SCW World Tag Team Champions. We BEAT them at Retribution. We now have the momentum and a victory against Colleen MacDonald and Scarlet Carsons not only will help Clyde but it will help us make our case for a future championship opportunity.” Melinda places a hand on Fiona’s shoulder. “But your mental health is also very important. Do not harm yourself just for The Vision.”
“Thanks for understanding, Mels.” Fiona smirks. “But I think you and I got this!”
As the two sisters crossed the street toward a stretch of cafés and small shops, a warm breeze lifted the edges of Melinda’s dress and brushed Fiona’s hair back from her face. Melinda glanced over, her expression calm, attentive. Fiona exhaled slowly, her shoulders easing just a fraction as they continued down the busy Miami sidewalk side by side, the city unfolding around them in every direction.
That’s when it caught their eyes…or rather when HE caught their eyes…
“Mels, look…” Fiona’s face goes pale as she spots the man who has caused a mixture of emotions ranging from angry, nervousness, and even fear.
Todd Osbourne. Her former foster father is making his way towards them.
“Oh crap, oh crap, oh crap!”
“Calm down, Fiona.” Melinda says. “It will be fine.”
“Like hell it will!” Fiona exclaims. “You said these meetings would be on MY terms! MY rules! My structure! But here he is!” She shakes her head. “I’m not ready for this!”
“I know.” Melinda nods her head. “But at least you do have backup…” Melinda winks “...me.”
Fiona braces herself. Melinda remains calm, cool, and collected while Todd Osbourne approaches without any sign of any problems on his face. Then Todd approaches the two girls and stops. He smiles politely.
“Good afternoon, girls.”
“Buzz off, Todd!” Fiona exclaims with noticeable venom in her voice. “No one wants you here! I definitely don’t want you here!”
“Fiona…”
“No! I’m not done!” Fiona interrupts him. “I have no problems giving you a second chance but any future meetings with me, if they happen at all, will be on my terms, NOT yours! Are we clear?!”
Her voice is stern. She is clearly trying to sound strong despite the fear and nerves welling up inside. Fiona hopes that she got through to him. Todd nods his head, still smiling politely, and holding up his hands as if to back off.
“I understand. I am grateful you are at least willing to give me a chance, Fiona, because I do genuinely want to make things right between us…”
“We’ll see.” Fiona remarks, sounding very skeptical.
“...BUT honestly, I saw you two here and I had to stop and talk.”
“I told you that we could talk on MY terms. Not yours!”
“I know but I’m not here to talk to you.” Todd says. He turns to face Melinda. “I want to talk to your sister.”
“Me?” The usually stoic and calm Melinda Braddock is surprised by this turn of events. Todd nods his head.
“Yes. As you know I have tried to keep up with Fiona’s career. And she has had quite the successful career. I can’t help but notice how much of that career has involved you.” He smiles warmly. “You two seem inseparable. You make quite the team. And honestly, Melinda? You are good for Fiona.”
“Why are you talking about me as if I’m not even here?!” Fiona exclaims. Melinda ignores her outburst.
“You don’t know her, Osbourne. You might have been her foster but you were never truly a father. You merely managed her career as a model. Nothing more.” She shakes her head. “But I was there for her as family, as a sister.”
“Yes, I know.” He nods his head. “That’s why I said…you are good for her.”
There is an awkward pause. Then, just as quickly as he came, he turns and walks away. Melinda and Fiona watch in silence as he leaves. Once he is gone Fiona finally feels as if she can breathe normally again. Still, she is shaken by the entire event.
“What the hell was that about?!”
“Your guess is as good as mine.” Melinda answers.
“Actually, I’ll tell you what I think…” Fiona begins “...he thinks I’m fragile. He thinks I need someone. He always thought that I couldn’t make it on my own, that I needed someone to hold my hand. He thinks I need him. That’s why he said you were good for me…because he doesn’t think I could have made it on my own.”
“He’s wrong.” Melinda answers quickly. “You are more than capable of surviving and thriving in this business on your own. My mother and Kurt saw to that. Yes, I gave you more tools and knowledge but that doesn’t make me greater than you. We are equals.”
“Damn right.” Fiona says. “Equals.”
“And going forward we will make sure no one thinks less of you. Especially not him.”
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On Camera
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The camera begins rolling. Instantly we see a gray backdrop. Standing there front and center is the duo known collectively as The Vision. “The Third Generation Goddess” Melinda Braddock is wearing an elegant, golden silk dress that falls to just below the knee and high heeled sandals. Her MWCW Tag Team Championship is draped over her right shoulder and her MWA World Tag Team Championship is draped over her left shoulder. “The Boston Badass” Fiona Logan is wearing a matching two piece set ring gear, consisting of a crimson red top and short fitted bottoms, complete with a black leather jacket and black fishnet tights and a pair of thigh high black boots. Her MWCW Tag Team Championship is wrapped around her waist and her MWA World Tag Team Championship is draped over her right shoulder.
“Sophocles says that trust dies but mistrust blossoms.” Melinda Braddock says with a stoic, emotionless tone. Fiona Logan snickers.
“Hey, ya didn’t start out of the gate with the fate stuff. I’m proud of ya, sis!”
“Oh don’t get me wrong, Fiona. Fate is important. Fate is very important. As my man, Clyde Sutter, has often said, Fate has written the script. Fate has written the endgame already and each and every person on the SCW roster foolishly believes that they can fight against Fate. Including Scarlet Carsons and the SCW Television Champion Colleen MacDonald. They believe that they can bypass Fate’s grand plan. Scarlet probably believes that she can write her own destiny and become Television Champion. Colleen probably believes that if she fights hard enough and with enough heart and determination then she can maintain her grip on the Television Championship. They likely believe that they can somehow put their differences aside and work together for one night only and defeat The Vision.”
“If they believe that nonsense then they are a couple of idiots deserving of the ass kicking coming their way.” Fiona quips.
“Ah but Fate has put Scarlet and Colleen in a most unique situation….a situation involving trust.”
“Now THAT is one thing I can get behind, Mels.” Fiona smirks knowingly. “Forget the fate talk. Trust? You really got me on that one, babe! I grew up without a damn person I could trust. Now there are very few people who I trust entirely. One of them is standing right here next to me. Mels…I would take a bullet for ya and you know it.”
“Likewise.” Melinda says, nodding her head.
“I trust you fully. That trust is why we have been so successful as a tag team. Trust is something you need to succeed as a tag team in this business. Without trust you are as good as done. Without trust in your tag team partner, the match may as well be over right then and there. Mels and I trust each other. But what about Scarlet and Colleen? The last time I checked they were beating the hell outta one another at Retribution. Sure, they may have a common enemy when it comes to the big guy, Mels’s boyfriend, but face facts; both of you dweebs can’t have that Television Title. Colleen, you have it and Scarlet, you want it. That is a recipe for a disaster. That is an implosion just waiting to happen.”
“Trust, the kind of trust The Vision has, cannot be mastered in a few mere days. It takes years of practice. Even the greatest of tag teams…Light in the Darkness, for example, have their moments of weakness and their trust is arguably one of the greatest. Do you wish to talk about trust? TRUST ME when I say that your pathetic attempt to get along for one night only will fail and The Vision will take full advantage.”
“One mistake…” Fiona holds up a finger “...just one mistake is all we need and when you got a couple of clowns who can’t get along standing across from us, I just KNOW that mistake will come sooner rather than later.”
“There’s more…” Melinda Braddock grins knowingly “...Colleen has something Clyde wants. Fate has put us into this position to soften up an enemy who has what he wants and another potential rival for that throne. In doing so we will also be defeating a reigning champion. Fate has set the table for The Vision. Fate has put us in prime position to get back to where we want to be, to where we deserve to be…in the tag team championship discussion.”
“In other words, girls,” Fiona snickers “you’re just like the Hollyweirdos at Retribution; you are gonna serve as an example of what happens when you step to The Vision. You are gonna serve as an example of what happens to any tag team who thinks that they can stop us from getting our hands on those SCW World Tag Team Championships.”
“Your Fate…” Melinda smirks “...is sealed.”
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April 10th, 2026
Miami, Florida
Off Camera
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Downtown Miami carried its own pulse, a restless mix of heat, color, and noise that wrapped itself around anyone moving through its streets. Late afternoon sunlight spilled between the tall buildings, turning the glass surfaces into shifting mirrors that reflected the sky in shards of blue and gold. The sidewalks were busy but not overwhelming, populated by a steady stream of office workers, tourists, and locals weaving around one another with the fluidity of a city that never really paused. Cars crawled along the streets beside them, horns blaring occasionally, music drifting from open windows. The air smelled faintly of ocean salt mingled with street food and the warm scent of concrete that had been baking in the sun all day.
Melinda Braddock walked with a natural ease that seemed to blend smoothly into the bustling environment around her. Her outfit struck a careful balance between fashion and comfort. She wore a light blush pink sundress with thin straps, the kind that fluttered slightly with every warm gust of air. The fabric caught the light in soft highlights whenever she stepped out from beneath a building’s shadow. Her long blonde hair had been straightened and fell cleanly down her back, shifting gently against the dress with each movement. She paired the look with white sandals and a small crossbody purse in a soft cream shade. Her posture was effortlessly upright, and she moved with a composed confidence that allowed her to navigate the crowds without ever seeming hurried. Beside her, Fiona Logan walked in a noticeably different rhythm, more alert and grounded. She wore a fitted charcoal gray tank top layered under a thin black open hoodie, the sleeves pushed up past her elbows. Her long black hair was left down, though the humidity had already worked a slight wave into it. She had paired the top with olive cargo pants and her reliable black boots, which made a solid, steady sound with each step. Her hands remained tucked into her pockets most of the time, and her gaze drifted frequently to her surroundings rather than the storefronts or the people passing by. Fiona carried a subdued tension in her shoulders, a quiet vigilance that still hadn’t fully dissolved since the meeting with Todd Osbourne. It lingered beneath the surface, affecting the tilt of her head, the tightness in her jaw, and the occasional, involuntary glance over her shoulder.
The contrast between them was striking as they moved together down the sidewalk. Melinda brought a softness that stood out against the sharp edges of the city, while Fiona matched the concrete and steel with her own rougher edges. Yet they moved in sync all the same, their steps aligned out of long habit. The energy between them wasn’t tense, but Fiona’s mood influenced the air around them all the same. The city itself seemed to embrace them differently. Melinda caught the occasional friendly glance or passing compliment that she acknowledged with a small, polite smile. Fiona, meanwhile, was met with nods from people who recognized her intensity without needing to know its cause. Neon signs flickered to life ahead of them as evening began its slow entrance. A street vendor shouted about cold drinks across the intersection. A group of teenagers sped past on electric scooters, laughter trailing behind them. The sounds blended together into that unmistakable downtown hum.
“Are you ok?” Melinda asks Fiona quietly.
“Not really.” She admits. “I mean, how can I be ok? This jerk was a nightmare of a foster and yet now he’s back. He wants to be back in my life. Honestly? I’m not sure I can trust him.”
“I know.” Melinda nods her head. “Believe me, I understand.”
“You do?”
“Of course.” Melinda nods her head. “I was hesitant about accepting my own biological father back into my life.”
“Yeah?” Fiona asks. “How did that work out?”
“Wonderfully.” Melinda smiles warmly. “And it might turn out wonderfully for you too. I hope it does.”
“Yeah?” Fiona sighs. “Unfortunately I gotta put that in the back of my mind. I can’t let that loser distract me from Vision business.”
“Yes, The Vision business is important.” She nods her head. “We have made great strides recently. Chris and Ryan Hollywood own a victory over the now former SCW World Tag Team Champions. We BEAT them at Retribution. We now have the momentum and a victory against Colleen MacDonald and Scarlet Carsons not only will help Clyde but it will help us make our case for a future championship opportunity.” Melinda places a hand on Fiona’s shoulder. “But your mental health is also very important. Do not harm yourself just for The Vision.”
“Thanks for understanding, Mels.” Fiona smirks. “But I think you and I got this!”
As the two sisters crossed the street toward a stretch of cafés and small shops, a warm breeze lifted the edges of Melinda’s dress and brushed Fiona’s hair back from her face. Melinda glanced over, her expression calm, attentive. Fiona exhaled slowly, her shoulders easing just a fraction as they continued down the busy Miami sidewalk side by side, the city unfolding around them in every direction.
That’s when it caught their eyes…or rather when HE caught their eyes…
“Mels, look…” Fiona’s face goes pale as she spots the man who has caused a mixture of emotions ranging from angry, nervousness, and even fear.
Todd Osbourne. Her former foster father is making his way towards them.
“Oh crap, oh crap, oh crap!”
“Calm down, Fiona.” Melinda says. “It will be fine.”
“Like hell it will!” Fiona exclaims. “You said these meetings would be on MY terms! MY rules! My structure! But here he is!” She shakes her head. “I’m not ready for this!”
“I know.” Melinda nods her head. “But at least you do have backup…” Melinda winks “...me.”
Fiona braces herself. Melinda remains calm, cool, and collected while Todd Osbourne approaches without any sign of any problems on his face. Then Todd approaches the two girls and stops. He smiles politely.
“Good afternoon, girls.”
“Buzz off, Todd!” Fiona exclaims with noticeable venom in her voice. “No one wants you here! I definitely don’t want you here!”
“Fiona…”
“No! I’m not done!” Fiona interrupts him. “I have no problems giving you a second chance but any future meetings with me, if they happen at all, will be on my terms, NOT yours! Are we clear?!”
Her voice is stern. She is clearly trying to sound strong despite the fear and nerves welling up inside. Fiona hopes that she got through to him. Todd nods his head, still smiling politely, and holding up his hands as if to back off.
“I understand. I am grateful you are at least willing to give me a chance, Fiona, because I do genuinely want to make things right between us…”
“We’ll see.” Fiona remarks, sounding very skeptical.
“...BUT honestly, I saw you two here and I had to stop and talk.”
“I told you that we could talk on MY terms. Not yours!”
“I know but I’m not here to talk to you.” Todd says. He turns to face Melinda. “I want to talk to your sister.”
“Me?” The usually stoic and calm Melinda Braddock is surprised by this turn of events. Todd nods his head.
“Yes. As you know I have tried to keep up with Fiona’s career. And she has had quite the successful career. I can’t help but notice how much of that career has involved you.” He smiles warmly. “You two seem inseparable. You make quite the team. And honestly, Melinda? You are good for Fiona.”
“Why are you talking about me as if I’m not even here?!” Fiona exclaims. Melinda ignores her outburst.
“You don’t know her, Osbourne. You might have been her foster but you were never truly a father. You merely managed her career as a model. Nothing more.” She shakes her head. “But I was there for her as family, as a sister.”
“Yes, I know.” He nods his head. “That’s why I said…you are good for her.”
There is an awkward pause. Then, just as quickly as he came, he turns and walks away. Melinda and Fiona watch in silence as he leaves. Once he is gone Fiona finally feels as if she can breathe normally again. Still, she is shaken by the entire event.
“What the hell was that about?!”
“Your guess is as good as mine.” Melinda answers.
“Actually, I’ll tell you what I think…” Fiona begins “...he thinks I’m fragile. He thinks I need someone. He always thought that I couldn’t make it on my own, that I needed someone to hold my hand. He thinks I need him. That’s why he said you were good for me…because he doesn’t think I could have made it on my own.”
“He’s wrong.” Melinda answers quickly. “You are more than capable of surviving and thriving in this business on your own. My mother and Kurt saw to that. Yes, I gave you more tools and knowledge but that doesn’t make me greater than you. We are equals.”
“Damn right.” Fiona says. “Equals.”
“And going forward we will make sure no one thinks less of you. Especially not him.”
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On Camera
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The camera begins rolling. Instantly we see a gray backdrop. Standing there front and center is the duo known collectively as The Vision. “The Third Generation Goddess” Melinda Braddock is wearing an elegant, golden silk dress that falls to just below the knee and high heeled sandals. Her MWCW Tag Team Championship is draped over her right shoulder and her MWA World Tag Team Championship is draped over her left shoulder. “The Boston Badass” Fiona Logan is wearing a matching two piece set ring gear, consisting of a crimson red top and short fitted bottoms, complete with a black leather jacket and black fishnet tights and a pair of thigh high black boots. Her MWCW Tag Team Championship is wrapped around her waist and her MWA World Tag Team Championship is draped over her right shoulder.
“Sophocles says that trust dies but mistrust blossoms.” Melinda Braddock says with a stoic, emotionless tone. Fiona Logan snickers.
“Hey, ya didn’t start out of the gate with the fate stuff. I’m proud of ya, sis!”
“Oh don’t get me wrong, Fiona. Fate is important. Fate is very important. As my man, Clyde Sutter, has often said, Fate has written the script. Fate has written the endgame already and each and every person on the SCW roster foolishly believes that they can fight against Fate. Including Scarlet Carsons and the SCW Television Champion Colleen MacDonald. They believe that they can bypass Fate’s grand plan. Scarlet probably believes that she can write her own destiny and become Television Champion. Colleen probably believes that if she fights hard enough and with enough heart and determination then she can maintain her grip on the Television Championship. They likely believe that they can somehow put their differences aside and work together for one night only and defeat The Vision.”
“If they believe that nonsense then they are a couple of idiots deserving of the ass kicking coming their way.” Fiona quips.
“Ah but Fate has put Scarlet and Colleen in a most unique situation….a situation involving trust.”
“Now THAT is one thing I can get behind, Mels.” Fiona smirks knowingly. “Forget the fate talk. Trust? You really got me on that one, babe! I grew up without a damn person I could trust. Now there are very few people who I trust entirely. One of them is standing right here next to me. Mels…I would take a bullet for ya and you know it.”
“Likewise.” Melinda says, nodding her head.
“I trust you fully. That trust is why we have been so successful as a tag team. Trust is something you need to succeed as a tag team in this business. Without trust you are as good as done. Without trust in your tag team partner, the match may as well be over right then and there. Mels and I trust each other. But what about Scarlet and Colleen? The last time I checked they were beating the hell outta one another at Retribution. Sure, they may have a common enemy when it comes to the big guy, Mels’s boyfriend, but face facts; both of you dweebs can’t have that Television Title. Colleen, you have it and Scarlet, you want it. That is a recipe for a disaster. That is an implosion just waiting to happen.”
“Trust, the kind of trust The Vision has, cannot be mastered in a few mere days. It takes years of practice. Even the greatest of tag teams…Light in the Darkness, for example, have their moments of weakness and their trust is arguably one of the greatest. Do you wish to talk about trust? TRUST ME when I say that your pathetic attempt to get along for one night only will fail and The Vision will take full advantage.”
“One mistake…” Fiona holds up a finger “...just one mistake is all we need and when you got a couple of clowns who can’t get along standing across from us, I just KNOW that mistake will come sooner rather than later.”
“There’s more…” Melinda Braddock grins knowingly “...Colleen has something Clyde wants. Fate has put us into this position to soften up an enemy who has what he wants and another potential rival for that throne. In doing so we will also be defeating a reigning champion. Fate has set the table for The Vision. Fate has put us in prime position to get back to where we want to be, to where we deserve to be…in the tag team championship discussion.”
“In other words, girls,” Fiona snickers “you’re just like the Hollyweirdos at Retribution; you are gonna serve as an example of what happens when you step to The Vision. You are gonna serve as an example of what happens to any tag team who thinks that they can stop us from getting our hands on those SCW World Tag Team Championships.”
“Your Fate…” Melinda smirks “...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