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May 1st, 2026
Melbourne, Australia
Off Camera
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Melbourne carried a different kind of energy than Miami, where Melinda Braddock and Fiona Logan, the duo better known as The Vision, had set up shop for weeks, using it as a protective zone for one Fiona Logan, whose past had come back to haunt her in the form of Todd Osbourne. Before leaving for Melbourne, The Vision had another meeting with Todd. This meeting, like the last, was also rather tense. Nothing much was settled, except Fiona still cannot shake the notion that maybe, just maybe, her former foster really is trying to change his ways. This meeting was awkward and tense, yes, but it was a necessary evil, because The Vision, both of them, need to have clear heads. They need to be focused because, here in Melbourne, they will be challenging for the SCW World Tag Team Championship. It will be their second time challenging for the titles, their second time facing The Glimmer Sisters, and both Melinda and Fiona know that after losing to The Glimmers once, they may not get another opportunity if they lose a second time. They have to make this count.
The heat of Melbourne was softer, the light less aggressive, filtered through a sky that seemed to shift between brightness and overcast without warning. It was a Friday afternoon, and the city moved with a casual confidence, the end of the workweek loosening the pace just enough to make everything feel a little more relaxed. Trams rattled along their tracks with a steady hum, cutting through intersections where pedestrians crossed in clusters, coffee in hand, jackets slung over shoulders. Street art colored the walls of narrow laneways, bold and chaotic, tucked between historic facades and modern storefronts. The thrift shops they had wandered into sat along one of those side streets, just off the main stretch. The kind of place you could miss if you were not looking for it, but once inside, it felt like its own little world. Racks of clothing filled the space in uneven rows, packed tightly together with everything from worn denim jackets to vintage dresses to oversized sweaters that had clearly lived full lives before arriving here. The air carried that familiar secondhand scent, a mix of fabric, time, and faint detergent, layered with the occasional hint of perfume left behind by previous owners. Soft music played from somewhere near the counter, something indie and mellow that blended into the background noise of hangers sliding along metal racks and the low murmur of other shoppers. A couple in the corner flipped through a stack of records. Someone near the front held up a jacket to inspect it in the mirror, turning side to side with a thoughtful expression. The lighting was warm but uneven, casting certain sections in a cozy glow while leaving others slightly dim, as if inviting people to dig a little deeper.
Melinda Braddock moved through the space with an ease that made it seem as though she belonged anywhere she stepped. Even in a thrift store, surrounded by mismatched pieces and unpredictable finds, she carried herself with that same polished femininity that defined her. Her blonde hair fell in soft waves over her shoulders, catching what light there was as she turned her head from rack to rack. She wore a fitted cream colored blouse tucked neatly into high waisted tailored shorts in a soft beige tone, paired with simple but elegant sandals. The outfit was effortless but intentional, something that translated easily from the streets outside into the crowded aisles of the shop. She ran her fingers lightly along the fabrics as she moved, pausing occasionally to pull something free from the rack and examine it more closely. There was a thoughtful quality to the way she shopped, not rushed, not overly selective, but deliberate. She held up a vintage dress at one point, tilting her head slightly as she assessed the cut and material, imagining its potential before gently returning it to its place. Even here, in a setting built on randomness, Melinda seemed to curate her experience, finding small pockets of order in the chaos. Fiona Logan, by contrast, approached the space with a different kind of energy. Where Melinda drifted, Fiona moved with purpose, weaving through the racks with a more direct, almost instinctive rhythm. Her long black hair was left loose, falling around her shoulders in a way that looked unplanned but natural. She wore a dark graphic tee, slightly oversized, paired with black ripped jeans and her usual boots, which made a heavier sound against the worn wooden floor as she walked. A lightweight flannel shirt hung open over the tee, sleeves rolled, adding to her layered, practical look. Fiona’s hands moved quickly as she flipped through hangers, scanning items with a sharp eye. She was less concerned with presentation and more with finding something that felt right, something that fit her sense of comfort and identity. Every so often she would pause, pull something out, hold it up briefly, then either toss it back or drape it over her arm without much ceremony. There was a faint tension still present in her, a restlessness that seemed to follow her even here, though it was quieter now, softened by the distraction of movement and the unfamiliarity of a new city.
Suddenly the eyes of The Boston Badass light up. Fiona quickly turns and makes her way over to a far corner where she lifts up a black leather jacket, a unique jacket with spikes. She snickers as she takes it and approaches Melinda Braddock, who had begun to search through a rack of skirts. The Third Generation Goddess hears her sister approaching and turns to face her just in time to see the spiked jacket shoved in her face.
“You should have this…”
“No.” Melinda says instantly without any real thought or pause. “Absolutely not.”
“Oh c’mon, Mels,” Fiona winks “we’d be matching! Like real tag teams should!”
“We already ARE a real tag team, remember? Or are the MWCW and MWA Tag Team Titles that we currently hold not enough?”
“Maybe it would give us extra motivation to win those SCW World Tag Team Titles from The Glimmer Sisters at Hubris?”
“It will take more than matching fabric to defeat them.” Melinda points out.
“Eh, who am I kidding? You would never wear something so gritty.” Fiona remarks. Melinda smirks and motions to a very girly pink dress.
“Perhaps YOU should try THIS on?”
“Nope, no way…” Fiona shakes her head.
“It would look good on you.”
“Yeah, I know, I have a perfect figure for it and I’d look drop dead gorgeous. Right?” Fiona asks. “I know because that’s the kind of shit Todd would say. He always thought I was only good for my looks. But I am much more than that.”
“Sorry, Fiona.” Melinda shrugs her shoulders. “I didn’t realize I hit a nerve.”
“It’s alright, Mels.” Fiona nods her head. “I’m good, really. Todd doesn’t bother me anymore.”
“Really?” Melinda asks, sounding somewhat skeptical of Fiona’s claims.
“Definitely. I mean, I’m not saying I trust him. I’m definitely not saying that I’m ready to let him back into my life after everything he did. But I am not going to let him live rent free in my head any longer. He aint worth it.”
“Do you mean that?”
“Yeah.” Fiona nods her head. “He did try to use me and manipulate me. But I broke free and I achieved my dreams despite him. Now has he changed for the better? We’ll see about that. He has to prove it to me. But for now I’m good and my focus while we’re here in Australia is winning those SCW World Tag Team Championships, not Todd Osbourne.”
“Good.” Melinda grins from ear to ear. “That is precisely the kind of focus and mindset WE need to have if we are to be successful.”
“If?” Fiona smirks. “I thought this was written in the stars by fate or whatever bullshit you and the big guy like to spew?”
“Clyde has been having a bit of a crisis when it comes to fate lately.” Melinda answers.
“What do you think?”
“I think fate has a part to play, however big or small.” Melinda remarks. “But we cannot just sit back and think the championships will be handed to us. The opportunity has been presented to us and now we must do our part. We must take those titles from The Glimmers.”
“Finally I think I can agree…” Fiona’s voice trails off, her eyes then grow wide with surprise “...Mels…look…” she points. Melinda turns around and gasps when she sees what, or rather WHO, Fiona is looking at…
…it is Todd Osbourne. He walked right into that same store. In Melbourne, Australia. He locks eyes with Fiona and Melinda. Todd’s face instantly goes as pale and shocked as Fiona’s. He slowly backs out the door he had just entered. Fiona and Melinda watch as he walks away quickly. Once he is gone the sisters turn to face one another.
“Well…that was kinda creepy…” Fiona states.
“Not really. I mean, he had been following your career closely once he realized you had made it and had signed with SCW. We even confirmed that he had been attending certain SCW events. It isn’t that surprising that he would buy a ticket to watch Hubris in person.”
“It might not be surprising if Hubris took place in the states but this is freaking Australia, Mels!” Fiona exclaims. “Isn’t that kinda stalkerish?”
“Not if he truly views you as a daughter.” Melinda remarks. “My own biological father will still make long trips to watch my matches. Still, there is one thing that DOES bother me.”
“What’s that?”
“People who have changed…” Melinda sighs “...they don’t just walk away.”
“Maybe…” Fiona pauses, considering her words “...but maybe he just wanted to give me my space?”
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On Camera
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The camera begins to roll, showing a concrete backdrop. We see two women, two thirds of The Vision; “The Third Generation Goddess” Melinda Braddock and “The Boston Badass” Fiona Logan. Braddock stands to the left in a refined, elegant pose, her long blonde hair styles in soft waves wearing a classic black sleeveless mini-dress with a square neckline and subtle ruffles at the shoulders. Fiona is next to her and looks much more rugged with an edgy appearance. She has dark hair and is wearing a black cropped top underneath a black leather biker jacket. Her outfit is completed with dark skinny jeans and black combat boots.
“Hubris is typically defined as pride. Arrogance.” Melinda Braddock states. “However in Greek tragedy, hubris is pride towards or defiance of the gods, leading towards retribution and punishment. I cannot think of a better example of Hubris than our current reigning SCW World Tag Team Champions Gia and Gina the Glimmer Sisters. Now don’t get it twisted, you have been a dominant force in this tag team division. Neither myself nor Fiona will take that away from you. You even managed to defeat Xander Valentine and Selena Frost, two of the greatest singles competitors in SCW history.” The Third Generation Goddess says condescendingly.
“SINGLES COMPETITORS.” Fiona says with emphasis. “And let me remind ya, those two were never on the same page. They always hated each other. They were always a ticking time bomb looking to explode at any moment. Yet they STILL beat you for those titles. You only won ‘em back because the ticking time bomb finally DID explode. Be honest, Glimmers, you got lucky, you benefited on Selena’s ego and Xander’s implosion. Otherwise, we’d be facing them at Hubris, not you.” Fiona remarks cooly. Melinda nods her head in agreement.
“Indeed, you are riding high off of what, exactly? Defeating two SINGLES COMPETITORS who not only had ZERO tag team chemistry but hated each other on top of that? And it took you TWO attempts to defeat them. Hubris is being unable to admit your faults. You, Gia and Gina, refuse to admit your faults and failures. You still arrogantly believe that you run this tag team division without even the faintest of doubt that maybe, just maybe, there is a tag team out there better than you, a tag team out there ready to dethrone you if given the chance.” Melinda states. Fiona motions to herself and Melinda.
“Newslfash, losers, you’re looking at that team right here and now! Yeah, we’ll give ya credit because you do own a victory over us. But see there’s the thing, we can own up to our defeats, we can learn from our mistakes, and believe me we have learned from the mistakes we made the last time we went one on one.” Fiona shakes her head. “This time there will be no mistakes. This time we will put you two clowns down and send you packing while we leave Australia with the SCW World Tag Team Championship.”
“Indeed, we HAVE learned from our mistakes. We have learned from our faults. We have grown and evolved since the last time we met, Glimmers. We are a much different tag team. We are BETTER than we were back then.” Braddock points a finger at the camera. “But can you honestly say the same? Yes, I would wager to say that you are a different version of The Glimmer Sisters than the ones we faced back then…” Braddock smirks knowingly “...you are weaker. You have been exposed as being beatable. The world knows of your weaknesses now. And instead of working to improve upon yourselves, instead of working to fix those weaknesses, you choose to rely on the same old parlor tricks that got you here.”
“If you think those same old games will work then you really are arrogant and that arrogance will be your downfall.” Fiona exclaims. Braddock nods her head in agreement.
“But the ultimate sign of your Hubris? You seem to be focused on harassing Dexter Grant. Now he and I certainly have vastly different worldviews, especially when it comes to social media, I imagine he does not approve of my Vlogs, but be honest Glimmers; how much longer can you go on reigning as the SCW World Tag Team Champions when your primary focus seems to be on harassing Dexter Grant? Better yet, how much longer can you reign as SCW World Tag Team Champions when your focus seems to be on how you want to use your Trios Contract?”
“It seems as if your attention is on anything and everything and except the one thing that you should be focused on.” Fiona states before pointing to herself and Melinda. “Me and Mels. The Vision. We SHOULD be your priority. We SHOULD have your undivided attention because we ARE the biggest threat to your reign as SCW World Tag Team Champions. And if you are not focused on us, if you are distracted by anything else…well, tell ‘em Mels…” Fiona smirks. Melinda grins.
“...your Fate is sealed.”
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May 1st, 2026
Melbourne, Australia
Off Camera
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Melbourne carried a different kind of energy than Miami, where Melinda Braddock and Fiona Logan, the duo better known as The Vision, had set up shop for weeks, using it as a protective zone for one Fiona Logan, whose past had come back to haunt her in the form of Todd Osbourne. Before leaving for Melbourne, The Vision had another meeting with Todd. This meeting, like the last, was also rather tense. Nothing much was settled, except Fiona still cannot shake the notion that maybe, just maybe, her former foster really is trying to change his ways. This meeting was awkward and tense, yes, but it was a necessary evil, because The Vision, both of them, need to have clear heads. They need to be focused because, here in Melbourne, they will be challenging for the SCW World Tag Team Championship. It will be their second time challenging for the titles, their second time facing The Glimmer Sisters, and both Melinda and Fiona know that after losing to The Glimmers once, they may not get another opportunity if they lose a second time. They have to make this count.
The heat of Melbourne was softer, the light less aggressive, filtered through a sky that seemed to shift between brightness and overcast without warning. It was a Friday afternoon, and the city moved with a casual confidence, the end of the workweek loosening the pace just enough to make everything feel a little more relaxed. Trams rattled along their tracks with a steady hum, cutting through intersections where pedestrians crossed in clusters, coffee in hand, jackets slung over shoulders. Street art colored the walls of narrow laneways, bold and chaotic, tucked between historic facades and modern storefronts. The thrift shops they had wandered into sat along one of those side streets, just off the main stretch. The kind of place you could miss if you were not looking for it, but once inside, it felt like its own little world. Racks of clothing filled the space in uneven rows, packed tightly together with everything from worn denim jackets to vintage dresses to oversized sweaters that had clearly lived full lives before arriving here. The air carried that familiar secondhand scent, a mix of fabric, time, and faint detergent, layered with the occasional hint of perfume left behind by previous owners. Soft music played from somewhere near the counter, something indie and mellow that blended into the background noise of hangers sliding along metal racks and the low murmur of other shoppers. A couple in the corner flipped through a stack of records. Someone near the front held up a jacket to inspect it in the mirror, turning side to side with a thoughtful expression. The lighting was warm but uneven, casting certain sections in a cozy glow while leaving others slightly dim, as if inviting people to dig a little deeper.
Melinda Braddock moved through the space with an ease that made it seem as though she belonged anywhere she stepped. Even in a thrift store, surrounded by mismatched pieces and unpredictable finds, she carried herself with that same polished femininity that defined her. Her blonde hair fell in soft waves over her shoulders, catching what light there was as she turned her head from rack to rack. She wore a fitted cream colored blouse tucked neatly into high waisted tailored shorts in a soft beige tone, paired with simple but elegant sandals. The outfit was effortless but intentional, something that translated easily from the streets outside into the crowded aisles of the shop. She ran her fingers lightly along the fabrics as she moved, pausing occasionally to pull something free from the rack and examine it more closely. There was a thoughtful quality to the way she shopped, not rushed, not overly selective, but deliberate. She held up a vintage dress at one point, tilting her head slightly as she assessed the cut and material, imagining its potential before gently returning it to its place. Even here, in a setting built on randomness, Melinda seemed to curate her experience, finding small pockets of order in the chaos. Fiona Logan, by contrast, approached the space with a different kind of energy. Where Melinda drifted, Fiona moved with purpose, weaving through the racks with a more direct, almost instinctive rhythm. Her long black hair was left loose, falling around her shoulders in a way that looked unplanned but natural. She wore a dark graphic tee, slightly oversized, paired with black ripped jeans and her usual boots, which made a heavier sound against the worn wooden floor as she walked. A lightweight flannel shirt hung open over the tee, sleeves rolled, adding to her layered, practical look. Fiona’s hands moved quickly as she flipped through hangers, scanning items with a sharp eye. She was less concerned with presentation and more with finding something that felt right, something that fit her sense of comfort and identity. Every so often she would pause, pull something out, hold it up briefly, then either toss it back or drape it over her arm without much ceremony. There was a faint tension still present in her, a restlessness that seemed to follow her even here, though it was quieter now, softened by the distraction of movement and the unfamiliarity of a new city.
Suddenly the eyes of The Boston Badass light up. Fiona quickly turns and makes her way over to a far corner where she lifts up a black leather jacket, a unique jacket with spikes. She snickers as she takes it and approaches Melinda Braddock, who had begun to search through a rack of skirts. The Third Generation Goddess hears her sister approaching and turns to face her just in time to see the spiked jacket shoved in her face.
“You should have this…”
“No.” Melinda says instantly without any real thought or pause. “Absolutely not.”
“Oh c’mon, Mels,” Fiona winks “we’d be matching! Like real tag teams should!”
“We already ARE a real tag team, remember? Or are the MWCW and MWA Tag Team Titles that we currently hold not enough?”
“Maybe it would give us extra motivation to win those SCW World Tag Team Titles from The Glimmer Sisters at Hubris?”
“It will take more than matching fabric to defeat them.” Melinda points out.
“Eh, who am I kidding? You would never wear something so gritty.” Fiona remarks. Melinda smirks and motions to a very girly pink dress.
“Perhaps YOU should try THIS on?”
“Nope, no way…” Fiona shakes her head.
“It would look good on you.”
“Yeah, I know, I have a perfect figure for it and I’d look drop dead gorgeous. Right?” Fiona asks. “I know because that’s the kind of shit Todd would say. He always thought I was only good for my looks. But I am much more than that.”
“Sorry, Fiona.” Melinda shrugs her shoulders. “I didn’t realize I hit a nerve.”
“It’s alright, Mels.” Fiona nods her head. “I’m good, really. Todd doesn’t bother me anymore.”
“Really?” Melinda asks, sounding somewhat skeptical of Fiona’s claims.
“Definitely. I mean, I’m not saying I trust him. I’m definitely not saying that I’m ready to let him back into my life after everything he did. But I am not going to let him live rent free in my head any longer. He aint worth it.”
“Do you mean that?”
“Yeah.” Fiona nods her head. “He did try to use me and manipulate me. But I broke free and I achieved my dreams despite him. Now has he changed for the better? We’ll see about that. He has to prove it to me. But for now I’m good and my focus while we’re here in Australia is winning those SCW World Tag Team Championships, not Todd Osbourne.”
“Good.” Melinda grins from ear to ear. “That is precisely the kind of focus and mindset WE need to have if we are to be successful.”
“If?” Fiona smirks. “I thought this was written in the stars by fate or whatever bullshit you and the big guy like to spew?”
“Clyde has been having a bit of a crisis when it comes to fate lately.” Melinda answers.
“What do you think?”
“I think fate has a part to play, however big or small.” Melinda remarks. “But we cannot just sit back and think the championships will be handed to us. The opportunity has been presented to us and now we must do our part. We must take those titles from The Glimmers.”
“Finally I think I can agree…” Fiona’s voice trails off, her eyes then grow wide with surprise “...Mels…look…” she points. Melinda turns around and gasps when she sees what, or rather WHO, Fiona is looking at…
…it is Todd Osbourne. He walked right into that same store. In Melbourne, Australia. He locks eyes with Fiona and Melinda. Todd’s face instantly goes as pale and shocked as Fiona’s. He slowly backs out the door he had just entered. Fiona and Melinda watch as he walks away quickly. Once he is gone the sisters turn to face one another.
“Well…that was kinda creepy…” Fiona states.
“Not really. I mean, he had been following your career closely once he realized you had made it and had signed with SCW. We even confirmed that he had been attending certain SCW events. It isn’t that surprising that he would buy a ticket to watch Hubris in person.”
“It might not be surprising if Hubris took place in the states but this is freaking Australia, Mels!” Fiona exclaims. “Isn’t that kinda stalkerish?”
“Not if he truly views you as a daughter.” Melinda remarks. “My own biological father will still make long trips to watch my matches. Still, there is one thing that DOES bother me.”
“What’s that?”
“People who have changed…” Melinda sighs “...they don’t just walk away.”
“Maybe…” Fiona pauses, considering her words “...but maybe he just wanted to give me my space?”
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On Camera
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The camera begins to roll, showing a concrete backdrop. We see two women, two thirds of The Vision; “The Third Generation Goddess” Melinda Braddock and “The Boston Badass” Fiona Logan. Braddock stands to the left in a refined, elegant pose, her long blonde hair styles in soft waves wearing a classic black sleeveless mini-dress with a square neckline and subtle ruffles at the shoulders. Fiona is next to her and looks much more rugged with an edgy appearance. She has dark hair and is wearing a black cropped top underneath a black leather biker jacket. Her outfit is completed with dark skinny jeans and black combat boots.
“Hubris is typically defined as pride. Arrogance.” Melinda Braddock states. “However in Greek tragedy, hubris is pride towards or defiance of the gods, leading towards retribution and punishment. I cannot think of a better example of Hubris than our current reigning SCW World Tag Team Champions Gia and Gina the Glimmer Sisters. Now don’t get it twisted, you have been a dominant force in this tag team division. Neither myself nor Fiona will take that away from you. You even managed to defeat Xander Valentine and Selena Frost, two of the greatest singles competitors in SCW history.” The Third Generation Goddess says condescendingly.
“SINGLES COMPETITORS.” Fiona says with emphasis. “And let me remind ya, those two were never on the same page. They always hated each other. They were always a ticking time bomb looking to explode at any moment. Yet they STILL beat you for those titles. You only won ‘em back because the ticking time bomb finally DID explode. Be honest, Glimmers, you got lucky, you benefited on Selena’s ego and Xander’s implosion. Otherwise, we’d be facing them at Hubris, not you.” Fiona remarks cooly. Melinda nods her head in agreement.
“Indeed, you are riding high off of what, exactly? Defeating two SINGLES COMPETITORS who not only had ZERO tag team chemistry but hated each other on top of that? And it took you TWO attempts to defeat them. Hubris is being unable to admit your faults. You, Gia and Gina, refuse to admit your faults and failures. You still arrogantly believe that you run this tag team division without even the faintest of doubt that maybe, just maybe, there is a tag team out there better than you, a tag team out there ready to dethrone you if given the chance.” Melinda states. Fiona motions to herself and Melinda.
“Newslfash, losers, you’re looking at that team right here and now! Yeah, we’ll give ya credit because you do own a victory over us. But see there’s the thing, we can own up to our defeats, we can learn from our mistakes, and believe me we have learned from the mistakes we made the last time we went one on one.” Fiona shakes her head. “This time there will be no mistakes. This time we will put you two clowns down and send you packing while we leave Australia with the SCW World Tag Team Championship.”
“Indeed, we HAVE learned from our mistakes. We have learned from our faults. We have grown and evolved since the last time we met, Glimmers. We are a much different tag team. We are BETTER than we were back then.” Braddock points a finger at the camera. “But can you honestly say the same? Yes, I would wager to say that you are a different version of The Glimmer Sisters than the ones we faced back then…” Braddock smirks knowingly “...you are weaker. You have been exposed as being beatable. The world knows of your weaknesses now. And instead of working to improve upon yourselves, instead of working to fix those weaknesses, you choose to rely on the same old parlor tricks that got you here.”
“If you think those same old games will work then you really are arrogant and that arrogance will be your downfall.” Fiona exclaims. Braddock nods her head in agreement.
“But the ultimate sign of your Hubris? You seem to be focused on harassing Dexter Grant. Now he and I certainly have vastly different worldviews, especially when it comes to social media, I imagine he does not approve of my Vlogs, but be honest Glimmers; how much longer can you go on reigning as the SCW World Tag Team Champions when your primary focus seems to be on harassing Dexter Grant? Better yet, how much longer can you reign as SCW World Tag Team Champions when your focus seems to be on how you want to use your Trios Contract?”
“It seems as if your attention is on anything and everything and except the one thing that you should be focused on.” Fiona states before pointing to herself and Melinda. “Me and Mels. The Vision. We SHOULD be your priority. We SHOULD have your undivided attention because we ARE the biggest threat to your reign as SCW World Tag Team Champions. And if you are not focused on us, if you are distracted by anything else…well, tell ‘em Mels…” Fiona smirks. Melinda grins.
“...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