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April 22nd, 2026
Miami, Florida
Off Camera
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It had been several days since Melinda Braddock and Fiona Logan, The Vision, had their lengthy conversation at the Miami Marina about what to do regarding the one singular distraction in their lives, more specifically in Fiona’s life; namely, her former foster Todd Osbourne. That discussion has brought them to here to this place, to this time, where they hope to get some resolution on the matter. The cafe Melinda had chosen sat on a quieter street this time, tucked between a boutique clothing store and a narrow bookstore whose front window was crowded with paperbacks and handwritten staff recommendations. It was still unmistakably Miami, the air warm and bright beyond the glass, but the noise of the city was softened here, filtered down to a steady murmur instead of a constant rush. Inside, the cafe leaned into a more intimate atmosphere. The lighting was warm and low compared to the harsh brightness outside, coming from a combination of pendant lamps and sunlight that spilled through tall front windows. The walls were painted in soft neutral tones, decorated with framed prints and a few abstract canvases that added color without drawing too much attention. A long wooden counter stretched along one side of the room, behind which a barista moved with practiced efficiency, the hiss of steaming milk and the clink of ceramic cups blending into a familiar background rhythm. The smell of coffee was rich and constant, layered with hints of vanilla and baked goods that had been cooling in a glass display case near the register. Small tables were scattered throughout the space, each one just large enough for two or three people. Some were occupied by quiet conversations, others by individuals working on laptops or scrolling through their phones. There was a sense of privacy without isolation, a balance that made it feel like a safe place to sit without inviting attention. The low hum of voices created a kind of cover, a buffer that allowed conversations to exist without carrying too far.
Melinda and Fiona sat at a table near the back, positioned so they had a clear view of the entrance without being directly in the line of sight from the street. It was a deliberate choice, one that gave them control over the moment of arrival. The table itself was simple, dark wood with a smooth surface that reflected the soft glow of the overhead light. Two drinks sat untouched between them, condensation gathering slowly on the glass. Melinda looked composed, almost statuesque in her stillness. She wore a fitted ivory blouse with subtle detailing along the collar and cuffs, paired with a high waisted skirt in a muted pastel tone that fell neatly to her knees. The outfit was elegant without being overly formal, perfectly suited to a setting that called for quiet control rather than overt display. Her blonde hair was styled in soft waves, each strand in place as though it had been arranged with careful intention. A delicate gold necklace rested at her collarbone, catching the light when she shifted even slightly. Her posture was straight, her shoulders relaxed, her hands resting lightly on the table near her drink. There was no visible tension in her, no restless movement or fidgeting. She appeared entirely at ease, but the calm was not passive. It carried a quiet authority, the kind that came from knowing exactly where she stood and what she was prepared to handle. Her gaze occasionally flicked toward the entrance, measured and unhurried, before returning to the space in front of her.
Across from her, Fiona was anything but still. She sat with her weight slightly forward, one elbow resting on the table while the other hand hovered near her drink as if she might pick it up and then thought better of it each time. Her long black hair fell loosely around her shoulders, less controlled than Melinda’s, a few strands slipping forward every time she shifted. She wore a dark gray long sleeve shirt pushed up to her forearms and a pair of black jeans, the fabric worn just enough to suggest comfort over style. Her boots were planted firmly beneath the table, one foot tapping faintly against the floor before she caught herself and stilled it again. There was a tightness in her expression that refused to fade. Her jaw set, then relaxed, then set again. Her eyes moved more often than Melinda’s, drawn repeatedly to the door, to the windows, to the people around them. Even in a place this calm, Fiona carried a sense of alertness that bordered on unease. It was not fear exactly, not in a way she would have admitted out loud, but it was close enough to sit uncomfortably in her chest. The memory of their last meeting with Todd Osbourne lingered like a shadow she could not quite shake. Being back in a cafe, waiting again, knowing he would walk through the door at any moment, brought all of it rushing back in quiet, persistent waves. The public setting helped, the presence of other people, the controlled environment, the knowledge that she was not alone. But it did not erase the past. It did not make the anticipation easier.
“You’re nervous…” Melinda states. Fiona sighs and rolls her eyes.
“Damn right I am!”
“It will be ok. I’m here for you.”
“I know, Mels, and I appreciate it.” Fiona chuckles. “I almost wish the big guy were here.”
“Clyde?”
“Yeah.” Fiona nods her head. “No offense, but your boyfriend is far more intimidating.”
“No offense taken, love.” Melinda smirks knowingly. “But as you are aware, Clyde is in Charlotte handling…other business.”
“Yeah, I know.”
“But I do have your back.” Melinda states. “And we DO have to get this finished. We cannot have any further distractions, we cannot have you thinking about Todd Osbourne while we are in Melbourne preparing to challenge for the SCW World Tag Team Championship.”
“Yeah, and we WILL be ready for that!” Fiona exclaims. “There’s no way in hell I’m gonna let us get beat by those two clowns The Glimmers again.”
“And we won’t.” Melinda shakes her head. “I am certain that this time the victory will be ours. This time we will take them down and take the gold away from them.”
Melinda’s calm stood in sharp contrast to Fiona’s restless energy, yet it did not feel disconnected. It felt intentional. Grounding. Every so often, without making a show of it, Melinda’s presence seemed to pull Fiona back just enough to keep her from spiraling too far into her own thoughts. It was subtle, almost invisible to anyone watching from the outside, but it was there. Around them, the cafe continued as if nothing significant was about to happen. A couple near the window laughed quietly over something on a phone screen. A man at the counter waited for his order, glancing occasionally at the menu overhead. The barista called out a name, setting a cup down with a soft tap. The door opened and closed intermittently, each time letting in a brief wash of brighter light and the faint sounds of the street outside.
Fiona’s eyes flicked toward it every time. The seconds stretched just enough to feel noticeable, each one carrying the weight of expectation. The drinks on the table remained mostly untouched. The air between them held steady, calm on one side, taut on the other.
The soft chime of the cafe door cut through the low murmur of conversation, subtle enough that most of the room barely registered it. Fiona did. Her eyes snapped toward the entrance before she could stop herself, her body reacting a fraction of a second ahead of her thoughts. For a brief moment, the rest of the cafe seemed to fall away for her, the warm lighting, the quiet conversations, the steady rhythm of normal life shrinking into background noise as her focus narrowed completely.
Todd Osbourne stepped inside.
“Calm down.” Melinda whispered. “It’ll be alright. You will be alright.”
“Shut up.” Fiona whispers back.
He looked much the same as he had before, which in itself felt almost jarring. There was no visible transformation, no outward sign that time or reflection had reshaped him into someone new. He was still that same middle ground presence, a man who blended into most environments without drawing much attention. His dark hair was neatly combed, though the humidity had already begun to soften it at the edges. He wore a light button down shirt, this one a muted gray blue, sleeves rolled to his forearms in an attempt at casual ease. His slacks were pressed but not sharply tailored, and his shoes, practical and worn in, made a quiet sound against the cafe floor as he stepped further inside.
For a moment, he paused just beyond the doorway, his eyes adjusting to the softer interior light. Then he scanned the room. It did not take long for him to find them. There was a subtle shift in his expression when he did, something small and controlled, but noticeable if someone was watching closely. Recognition, certainly. Perhaps something else layered beneath it. He straightened slightly, as if preparing himself, and then began to make his way toward their table.
Todd moved through the cafe with careful awareness, conscious of the space, of the people around him, of the two women waiting at the back. He did not rush, but there was a purpose to his steps. As he passed other tables, he remained largely unnoticed, just another customer navigating the room. Only when he drew closer did the tension at their table begin to stand out against the otherwise easy atmosphere. When he finally reached them, he slowed, stopping just beside the empty chair across from Fiona and Melinda. Up close, the details of him became clearer again. The faint lines at the corners of his eyes. The slight wear in his clothes that spoke of regular use rather than careful presentation. The effort in his posture, the way he held himself as if aware that every movement mattered.
For a brief second, the three of them existed in a quiet pocket of stillness, the rest of the cafe continuing around them as if nothing of significance had changed. The barista called out another order. A chair scraped softly across the floor somewhere behind them. The door chimed again as someone else entered. Life continued. Todd rested a hand lightly on the back of the empty chair, his eyes moving between Fiona and Melinda, measuring, uncertain but trying not to show it.
“Hey… mind if I sit?” Fiona’s jaw tightened for just a fraction of a second before she gave a small, restrained nod.
“Yeah…sit…”
Todd nods his head and sits down. There is still a bit of an awkward silence as none of the three really want to be the one to talk first. Eventually someone must speak and it is ultimately Todd who breaks the ice. He smiles warmly at Fiona, doing his best to muster a warm fatherly smile.
“You look lovely today.”
“Thanks.” Fiona remarks cooly.
“And I see you brought your friend with you.”
“My SISTER.” Fiona corrects him. “And she will be accompanying me every single time I visit with you until I feel I can trust you. Right now I don’t trust you enough.”
“I understand.” Todd nods his head. “But you do trust me enough to request another visit?”
“Yeah.” Fiona remarks. “Be grateful for that.”
“I am most certainly grateful.” Todd states with another nod of his head. “You have surrounded yourself with great people like Melinda, like your new family the Braddocks, and thanks to them you have proven to be quite a success. You and Melinda are the MWCW Tag Team Champions. MWA World Tag Team Champions. And I hear you are traveling to Melbourne, Australia soon to challenge for the SCW World Tag Team Championship, is that right?”
“Yeah, at Hubris.” Fiona nods her head. “We’re facing two dweebs from a porno called The Glimmer Sisters.”
“Heh,” Todd chuckles “well I’m sure you will do great. And winning a third company’s tag title will be an incredible achievement especially for someone like you who is still so new to the wrestling business. I am just amazed at how far you have come along, Fiona.”
“I know how good I am.” Fiona retorts. “And I don’t need your praise.”
“You cannot just win her back by praising her, Osbourne.” Melinda chimes in cooly. “It almost comes off as if you are surprised, that you didn’t think she could make it. And, for your information, Fiona could have made it even without me and my family.”
“I…I’m sorry…” Todd sighs “...I can understand how that all came out. I didn’t mean for it to come off that way. I just don’t know how to talk to you without messing up. But I am trying. Honestly, I am trying.”
“You could start by just being honest.” Fiona states bluntly. “Cut the bullshit. Tell me how you really feel.”
“Honestly?” He shrugs his shoulders. “Maybe I just don’t know how else to be? I was raised in a super traditional environment. Heck, when I first learned you had approached Glory Braddock about training you, I was furious.”
“I remember.” Fiona remarks. “That’s when I walked out on you.”
“The idea of women in what I thought of as a man’s sport infuriated me. But looking at you now and how successful you and Melinda have been, well, it has given me pause to reflect. It made me think that maybe I was wrong?”
“MAYBE you were wrong?!” Fiona snaps. “I’m pretty sure you WERE wrong.”
“Fine. I was wrong. I was wrong for trying to control your life. You proved me wrong and I really want to have another shot at being the kind of father figure you deserve…if you’ll let me…”
Fiona and Melinda exchange a quick glance, as if reading each other’s mind. Then Fiona turns and gazes back at Todd Osbourne. She studies him, really studies him. She won’t say this now around Todd; she doesn’t want to give him the pleasure, she would rather have him sit and stew on this for a moment; but she has to admit that as she listened to his words and now, as she looks into his eyes, she doesn’t see the old Todd Osbourne, the chauvinist who treated her horribly. She sees someone…different.
Is she ready to trust? Maybe not just yet. But the fear is no longer there. This is progress and progress is important.
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Vlog #71
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Hello my darlings! Your one and only Third Generation Goddess, your host Melinda Braddock, here along with my co-host, my sister, and future one half of the SCW World Tag Team Champions. Say hello to my lovelies out there in social media, Fiona!
Yeah, I’m Fiona Logan, The Boston Badass, and I’m looking forward to making the trip to Melbourne, Australia so me and Mels can put an end to that joke known as The Glimmer Sisters and win those SCW tag straps.
That’s right, my lovelies, SCW’s next big event is Hubris and it is taking place in Melbourne, Australia home of Wallaby’s, Kangaroos, the Australian Outback, Hugh Jackman, and Chris Hemsworth. Aussies are known for killing things. Supposedly you can’t get into pre-school unless you have murdered someone with your bare hands.
Sounds like the perfect place to break the hearts of Gia and Gina Glimmer. And I really do hope those two clowns are ready because The Vision is definitely ready. This time it won’t be no damn wrestling match. It’s gonna be a war and we intend to win it.
I think we should start there with our hashtag list!
#VisionGoesToWar
#AussieVision
#EndoftheGlimmer
I like that hashtag list because it connects everything perfectly, doesn’t it? The Vision is going to Melbourne, Australia and yes, like Fiona said, this isn’t going to be a wrestling match like last time we met. This is going to be a fight. This is going to be a war. And unlike last time, your cute little tricks will not save you from fate.
Y’know, I have no problem giving the devil their due; you managed to beat Xander Valentine and Selena Frost. But let’s be real here; if Xander and Selena had been on the same page, you two wouldn’t be standing there with the straps right now. You took advantage of the fact that those two couldn’t get along.
But guess what? Me and Mels are always on the same page. Now at Shattered Reality, yeah, you beat us, but it took your cutesy little tricks to get the job done. Mels and I have learned from the mistakes of Shattered Reality and this time we are taking no prisoners. We walk out with those titles and we leave you to be carried out on a damn stretcher.
Time for another hashtag, am I right?
#NewTagChamps
And after all is said and done, that hashtag will be trending all over social media. The Vision will be trending all over social media. The image of myself and Fiona with the SCW World Tag Team Championship will be all over social media.
And the fate of The Glimmer Sisters? Forgotten.
#ForgottenGlimmers
#YourFateIsSealed
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April 22nd, 2026
Miami, Florida
Off Camera
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It had been several days since Melinda Braddock and Fiona Logan, The Vision, had their lengthy conversation at the Miami Marina about what to do regarding the one singular distraction in their lives, more specifically in Fiona’s life; namely, her former foster Todd Osbourne. That discussion has brought them to here to this place, to this time, where they hope to get some resolution on the matter. The cafe Melinda had chosen sat on a quieter street this time, tucked between a boutique clothing store and a narrow bookstore whose front window was crowded with paperbacks and handwritten staff recommendations. It was still unmistakably Miami, the air warm and bright beyond the glass, but the noise of the city was softened here, filtered down to a steady murmur instead of a constant rush. Inside, the cafe leaned into a more intimate atmosphere. The lighting was warm and low compared to the harsh brightness outside, coming from a combination of pendant lamps and sunlight that spilled through tall front windows. The walls were painted in soft neutral tones, decorated with framed prints and a few abstract canvases that added color without drawing too much attention. A long wooden counter stretched along one side of the room, behind which a barista moved with practiced efficiency, the hiss of steaming milk and the clink of ceramic cups blending into a familiar background rhythm. The smell of coffee was rich and constant, layered with hints of vanilla and baked goods that had been cooling in a glass display case near the register. Small tables were scattered throughout the space, each one just large enough for two or three people. Some were occupied by quiet conversations, others by individuals working on laptops or scrolling through their phones. There was a sense of privacy without isolation, a balance that made it feel like a safe place to sit without inviting attention. The low hum of voices created a kind of cover, a buffer that allowed conversations to exist without carrying too far.
Melinda and Fiona sat at a table near the back, positioned so they had a clear view of the entrance without being directly in the line of sight from the street. It was a deliberate choice, one that gave them control over the moment of arrival. The table itself was simple, dark wood with a smooth surface that reflected the soft glow of the overhead light. Two drinks sat untouched between them, condensation gathering slowly on the glass. Melinda looked composed, almost statuesque in her stillness. She wore a fitted ivory blouse with subtle detailing along the collar and cuffs, paired with a high waisted skirt in a muted pastel tone that fell neatly to her knees. The outfit was elegant without being overly formal, perfectly suited to a setting that called for quiet control rather than overt display. Her blonde hair was styled in soft waves, each strand in place as though it had been arranged with careful intention. A delicate gold necklace rested at her collarbone, catching the light when she shifted even slightly. Her posture was straight, her shoulders relaxed, her hands resting lightly on the table near her drink. There was no visible tension in her, no restless movement or fidgeting. She appeared entirely at ease, but the calm was not passive. It carried a quiet authority, the kind that came from knowing exactly where she stood and what she was prepared to handle. Her gaze occasionally flicked toward the entrance, measured and unhurried, before returning to the space in front of her.
Across from her, Fiona was anything but still. She sat with her weight slightly forward, one elbow resting on the table while the other hand hovered near her drink as if she might pick it up and then thought better of it each time. Her long black hair fell loosely around her shoulders, less controlled than Melinda’s, a few strands slipping forward every time she shifted. She wore a dark gray long sleeve shirt pushed up to her forearms and a pair of black jeans, the fabric worn just enough to suggest comfort over style. Her boots were planted firmly beneath the table, one foot tapping faintly against the floor before she caught herself and stilled it again. There was a tightness in her expression that refused to fade. Her jaw set, then relaxed, then set again. Her eyes moved more often than Melinda’s, drawn repeatedly to the door, to the windows, to the people around them. Even in a place this calm, Fiona carried a sense of alertness that bordered on unease. It was not fear exactly, not in a way she would have admitted out loud, but it was close enough to sit uncomfortably in her chest. The memory of their last meeting with Todd Osbourne lingered like a shadow she could not quite shake. Being back in a cafe, waiting again, knowing he would walk through the door at any moment, brought all of it rushing back in quiet, persistent waves. The public setting helped, the presence of other people, the controlled environment, the knowledge that she was not alone. But it did not erase the past. It did not make the anticipation easier.
“You’re nervous…” Melinda states. Fiona sighs and rolls her eyes.
“Damn right I am!”
“It will be ok. I’m here for you.”
“I know, Mels, and I appreciate it.” Fiona chuckles. “I almost wish the big guy were here.”
“Clyde?”
“Yeah.” Fiona nods her head. “No offense, but your boyfriend is far more intimidating.”
“No offense taken, love.” Melinda smirks knowingly. “But as you are aware, Clyde is in Charlotte handling…other business.”
“Yeah, I know.”
“But I do have your back.” Melinda states. “And we DO have to get this finished. We cannot have any further distractions, we cannot have you thinking about Todd Osbourne while we are in Melbourne preparing to challenge for the SCW World Tag Team Championship.”
“Yeah, and we WILL be ready for that!” Fiona exclaims. “There’s no way in hell I’m gonna let us get beat by those two clowns The Glimmers again.”
“And we won’t.” Melinda shakes her head. “I am certain that this time the victory will be ours. This time we will take them down and take the gold away from them.”
Melinda’s calm stood in sharp contrast to Fiona’s restless energy, yet it did not feel disconnected. It felt intentional. Grounding. Every so often, without making a show of it, Melinda’s presence seemed to pull Fiona back just enough to keep her from spiraling too far into her own thoughts. It was subtle, almost invisible to anyone watching from the outside, but it was there. Around them, the cafe continued as if nothing significant was about to happen. A couple near the window laughed quietly over something on a phone screen. A man at the counter waited for his order, glancing occasionally at the menu overhead. The barista called out a name, setting a cup down with a soft tap. The door opened and closed intermittently, each time letting in a brief wash of brighter light and the faint sounds of the street outside.
Fiona’s eyes flicked toward it every time. The seconds stretched just enough to feel noticeable, each one carrying the weight of expectation. The drinks on the table remained mostly untouched. The air between them held steady, calm on one side, taut on the other.
The soft chime of the cafe door cut through the low murmur of conversation, subtle enough that most of the room barely registered it. Fiona did. Her eyes snapped toward the entrance before she could stop herself, her body reacting a fraction of a second ahead of her thoughts. For a brief moment, the rest of the cafe seemed to fall away for her, the warm lighting, the quiet conversations, the steady rhythm of normal life shrinking into background noise as her focus narrowed completely.
Todd Osbourne stepped inside.
“Calm down.” Melinda whispered. “It’ll be alright. You will be alright.”
“Shut up.” Fiona whispers back.
He looked much the same as he had before, which in itself felt almost jarring. There was no visible transformation, no outward sign that time or reflection had reshaped him into someone new. He was still that same middle ground presence, a man who blended into most environments without drawing much attention. His dark hair was neatly combed, though the humidity had already begun to soften it at the edges. He wore a light button down shirt, this one a muted gray blue, sleeves rolled to his forearms in an attempt at casual ease. His slacks were pressed but not sharply tailored, and his shoes, practical and worn in, made a quiet sound against the cafe floor as he stepped further inside.
For a moment, he paused just beyond the doorway, his eyes adjusting to the softer interior light. Then he scanned the room. It did not take long for him to find them. There was a subtle shift in his expression when he did, something small and controlled, but noticeable if someone was watching closely. Recognition, certainly. Perhaps something else layered beneath it. He straightened slightly, as if preparing himself, and then began to make his way toward their table.
Todd moved through the cafe with careful awareness, conscious of the space, of the people around him, of the two women waiting at the back. He did not rush, but there was a purpose to his steps. As he passed other tables, he remained largely unnoticed, just another customer navigating the room. Only when he drew closer did the tension at their table begin to stand out against the otherwise easy atmosphere. When he finally reached them, he slowed, stopping just beside the empty chair across from Fiona and Melinda. Up close, the details of him became clearer again. The faint lines at the corners of his eyes. The slight wear in his clothes that spoke of regular use rather than careful presentation. The effort in his posture, the way he held himself as if aware that every movement mattered.
For a brief second, the three of them existed in a quiet pocket of stillness, the rest of the cafe continuing around them as if nothing of significance had changed. The barista called out another order. A chair scraped softly across the floor somewhere behind them. The door chimed again as someone else entered. Life continued. Todd rested a hand lightly on the back of the empty chair, his eyes moving between Fiona and Melinda, measuring, uncertain but trying not to show it.
“Hey… mind if I sit?” Fiona’s jaw tightened for just a fraction of a second before she gave a small, restrained nod.
“Yeah…sit…”
Todd nods his head and sits down. There is still a bit of an awkward silence as none of the three really want to be the one to talk first. Eventually someone must speak and it is ultimately Todd who breaks the ice. He smiles warmly at Fiona, doing his best to muster a warm fatherly smile.
“You look lovely today.”
“Thanks.” Fiona remarks cooly.
“And I see you brought your friend with you.”
“My SISTER.” Fiona corrects him. “And she will be accompanying me every single time I visit with you until I feel I can trust you. Right now I don’t trust you enough.”
“I understand.” Todd nods his head. “But you do trust me enough to request another visit?”
“Yeah.” Fiona remarks. “Be grateful for that.”
“I am most certainly grateful.” Todd states with another nod of his head. “You have surrounded yourself with great people like Melinda, like your new family the Braddocks, and thanks to them you have proven to be quite a success. You and Melinda are the MWCW Tag Team Champions. MWA World Tag Team Champions. And I hear you are traveling to Melbourne, Australia soon to challenge for the SCW World Tag Team Championship, is that right?”
“Yeah, at Hubris.” Fiona nods her head. “We’re facing two dweebs from a porno called The Glimmer Sisters.”
“Heh,” Todd chuckles “well I’m sure you will do great. And winning a third company’s tag title will be an incredible achievement especially for someone like you who is still so new to the wrestling business. I am just amazed at how far you have come along, Fiona.”
“I know how good I am.” Fiona retorts. “And I don’t need your praise.”
“You cannot just win her back by praising her, Osbourne.” Melinda chimes in cooly. “It almost comes off as if you are surprised, that you didn’t think she could make it. And, for your information, Fiona could have made it even without me and my family.”
“I…I’m sorry…” Todd sighs “...I can understand how that all came out. I didn’t mean for it to come off that way. I just don’t know how to talk to you without messing up. But I am trying. Honestly, I am trying.”
“You could start by just being honest.” Fiona states bluntly. “Cut the bullshit. Tell me how you really feel.”
“Honestly?” He shrugs his shoulders. “Maybe I just don’t know how else to be? I was raised in a super traditional environment. Heck, when I first learned you had approached Glory Braddock about training you, I was furious.”
“I remember.” Fiona remarks. “That’s when I walked out on you.”
“The idea of women in what I thought of as a man’s sport infuriated me. But looking at you now and how successful you and Melinda have been, well, it has given me pause to reflect. It made me think that maybe I was wrong?”
“MAYBE you were wrong?!” Fiona snaps. “I’m pretty sure you WERE wrong.”
“Fine. I was wrong. I was wrong for trying to control your life. You proved me wrong and I really want to have another shot at being the kind of father figure you deserve…if you’ll let me…”
Fiona and Melinda exchange a quick glance, as if reading each other’s mind. Then Fiona turns and gazes back at Todd Osbourne. She studies him, really studies him. She won’t say this now around Todd; she doesn’t want to give him the pleasure, she would rather have him sit and stew on this for a moment; but she has to admit that as she listened to his words and now, as she looks into his eyes, she doesn’t see the old Todd Osbourne, the chauvinist who treated her horribly. She sees someone…different.
Is she ready to trust? Maybe not just yet. But the fear is no longer there. This is progress and progress is important.
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Vlog #71
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Hello my darlings! Your one and only Third Generation Goddess, your host Melinda Braddock, here along with my co-host, my sister, and future one half of the SCW World Tag Team Champions. Say hello to my lovelies out there in social media, Fiona!
Yeah, I’m Fiona Logan, The Boston Badass, and I’m looking forward to making the trip to Melbourne, Australia so me and Mels can put an end to that joke known as The Glimmer Sisters and win those SCW tag straps.
That’s right, my lovelies, SCW’s next big event is Hubris and it is taking place in Melbourne, Australia home of Wallaby’s, Kangaroos, the Australian Outback, Hugh Jackman, and Chris Hemsworth. Aussies are known for killing things. Supposedly you can’t get into pre-school unless you have murdered someone with your bare hands.
Sounds like the perfect place to break the hearts of Gia and Gina Glimmer. And I really do hope those two clowns are ready because The Vision is definitely ready. This time it won’t be no damn wrestling match. It’s gonna be a war and we intend to win it.
I think we should start there with our hashtag list!
#VisionGoesToWar
#AussieVision
#EndoftheGlimmer
I like that hashtag list because it connects everything perfectly, doesn’t it? The Vision is going to Melbourne, Australia and yes, like Fiona said, this isn’t going to be a wrestling match like last time we met. This is going to be a fight. This is going to be a war. And unlike last time, your cute little tricks will not save you from fate.
Y’know, I have no problem giving the devil their due; you managed to beat Xander Valentine and Selena Frost. But let’s be real here; if Xander and Selena had been on the same page, you two wouldn’t be standing there with the straps right now. You took advantage of the fact that those two couldn’t get along.
But guess what? Me and Mels are always on the same page. Now at Shattered Reality, yeah, you beat us, but it took your cutesy little tricks to get the job done. Mels and I have learned from the mistakes of Shattered Reality and this time we are taking no prisoners. We walk out with those titles and we leave you to be carried out on a damn stretcher.
Time for another hashtag, am I right?
#NewTagChamps
And after all is said and done, that hashtag will be trending all over social media. The Vision will be trending all over social media. The image of myself and Fiona with the SCW World Tag Team Championship will be all over social media.
And the fate of The Glimmer Sisters? Forgotten.
#ForgottenGlimmers
#YourFateIsSealed
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MWE Television Champion 2x
MWE Riot Champion 1x
GCW World Tag Team Champion 1x
SCW Television Champion 1x
MWA World Tag Team Champion 2x