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May 25th, 2026
Miami, Florida
Off Camera
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The basement gym beneath Glory Braddock’s Miami home carried the familiar atmosphere of effort and isolation. The rest of the house above felt distant from this place, separated not only by floors and walls but by purpose. Upstairs held polished surfaces, quiet rooms, and the carefully maintained calm of everyday life. Down here everything was simpler, harsher, more honest. The overhead lights cast a bright white glow across the room, illuminating the wrestling ring that dominated the center of the space. The canvas bore the marks of constant use, faint scuffs and darker patches where boots had struck repeatedly over time. Heavy bags hung along one wall beside racks of weights and training equipment. A mirrored section reflected the room back at itself, doubling the sense of space while revealing every movement without mercy. The air smelled faintly of sweat, rubber mats, and metal. Glory stood near the corner of the ring, breathing steadily after finishing another sequence of drills. Her blonde hair had been tied back tightly, though several damp strands had escaped and clung lightly against her neck and temples. A thin sheen of sweat covered her skin, catching the overhead light across her shoulders and arms. She wore black compression shorts and a dark gray athletic tank fitted close enough to allow complete movement without distraction. The fabric had darkened with sweat along her back and collarbone. White athletic tape wrapped securely around her wrists and hands, slightly frayed now from repeated contact with the ropes and canvas. Her wrestling boots were laced tightly up her calves, the black leather creased from years of use. Every movement she made carried the controlled precision of routine. Even exhausted, she moved with balance and grounded strength, her body instinctively conserving motion rather than wasting it.
The room was otherwise silent except for the soft hum of the ventilation system and the occasional creak of the ring ropes settling after movement. Glory stepped through the ropes and onto the mat outside the ring, reaching for a towel draped over a nearby chair. She wiped the back of her neck slowly, exhaling through slightly parted lips as her breathing began to steady. Then she heard footsteps. Not the heavy deliberate sound she associated with her husband, retired wrestler himself Kurt Logan. Not the uncertain hesitation of someone unfamiliar with the basement. These were lighter. Controlled. Rhythmic. Glory lowered the towel slightly and turned toward the staircase. Julia Braddock descended into the basement with the effortless poise of someone entering a completely different world without allowing it to unsettle her.
The contrast between the sisters was immediate. Where Glory looked built from practicality and effort, Julia appeared composed with almost artistic precision. Her dark blonde hair fell in smooth styled waves around her shoulders, glossy beneath the basement lights. Not a strand seemed out of place despite the humidity outside. Her makeup was subtle but flawless, carefully applied in a way that enhanced every feature without appearing excessive. Even in the harsh lighting of the gym she looked polished. She wore a cream colored blouse tucked neatly into a fitted high waisted skirt in a soft beige tone. The fabric moved elegantly as she walked, expensive enough to drape perfectly without clinging. A thin gold belt accentuated her waist, delicate but unmistakably chosen with care. Her heels clicked softly against the basement floor as she crossed the room, the sound strangely out of place among the weights and wrestling equipment. They were not impractical shoes exactly, but they belonged far more naturally in an upscale restaurant or elegant office than a wrestling gym. Yet Julia wore them with complete confidence. A tailored light jacket rested over her shoulders, its clean lines sharp and refined. Jewelry caught the overhead light in small flashes at her ears and wrist, understated but undeniably expensive.
Glory remained standing beside the ring in her sweat darkened training clothes, towel resting against one shoulder, chest still rising and falling from exertion. Julia paused several feet away, her eyes moving slowly across the basement. The ring. The weights. The heavy bags. The scattered towels and water bottles. The environment seemed almost aggressively unrefined compared to the elegant world she usually surrounded herself with. Yet she did not appear uncomfortable there.
“Julia?” The British Bombshell seems genuinely surprised to see her younger sister here. As she should. Julia spends most of her time in their native home of London, England. What brings her here to Miami, Florida?
“Glory.” Julia says with a warm smile on her face. “I figured I might surprise you for a change.”
“There’s no joke, is there?” Glory asks. “Nothing is about to jump out at me?”
“No jokes.” Julia chuckles. “You are the practical joker of the family. Remember?”
“Of course.”
The basement lights reflected softly against her blouse while the cool air stirred the loose strands of Glory’s damp hair. For a moment neither woman moved closer. The contrast between them filled the room as strongly as the silence itself. One sister polished and graceful, wrapped in elegance and control. The other grounded in sweat, discipline, and physical strength. The basement gym seemed to sharpen those differences rather than soften them, turning the space between them into something almost symbolic. Yet beneath all of it remained the quiet familiarity only family could create, the sense that despite their opposite worlds, they still understood one another in ways few people ever could.
Instead of making her younger sister, clad in heels, ascend into the ring, Glory Braddock exits the ring and joins her sister outside on the floor. The two Braddock sisters briefly hug. Julia then looks around at the basement workout area again and smiles.
“So, what sort of war brings you down here?”
“Why do you assume it will be a war?”
“I know you and I know that look on your face.” Julia remarks. “You’re preparing to kill someone.”
“I wouldn’t call it a war nor would I call it murder.” Glory scoffs. “I call it pest control. I’m facing Kemal Yilmaz on SCW Breakdown Fans Choice.”
“Kemal? Again?” Julia asks. Glory nods her head.
“Yes and since this is Fans Choice the fans get to choose the stipulation. It will either be a Flag Match, an I Quit Match, or an Ultimate Submissions Match. Three guesses what Kemal wants and the first two don’t count.”
“Obviously.” Julia rolls her eyes. “How many times have you beaten him?”
“Too many to count.” Glory sighs. “Each time doesn’t matter to him because it wasn’t his special little ultimate submissions match. I kind of hope the fans give him what he wants so that maybe, just maybe, when I beat him in the match he specifically asked for he will leave me alone.”
“You and I both know how likely that is in this business.” Julia answers. Glory nods her head.
“Yeah, but I can hope, can’t I?” Glory sits down on the edge of the ring apron. “So, uh, Julia, did you really travel all the way here just to talk wrestling with me? I mean, we could have done that over the phone.”
“What? You don’t want to see your sister?” Julia asks playfully.
“It’s not that, I just suspect that you have an ulterior motive.”
“Well I honestly did want to visit.” Julia states. “You always fly in to England to see me, it’s only fair for me to stop in and see you once in awhile.” She sighs. “But you’re right, I do have a specific reason for wanting to drop by.”
“I knew it.” Glory smirks.
“I just want to ask about a new acquisition you made recently.”
“Acquistion?” Glory furrows her brow as she pauses to think about it for a moment. Just then it hits her. Glory’s face lights up in realization. “You mean Cat, don’t you?”
“Catalina De Luca, yes.” Julia nods her head. “Dad brought me to those same wrestling events in Italy. I got to know Cat just as well as you do, as well as her family. Is it true that you flew her in to Miami?”
“Yes and I cannot wait to get her started.” Glory starts gushing with praise. “Cat has a proven history with this kind of work.”
“What kind of work?”
“The corporate stuff.” Glory remarks. “The stuff I cannot stand. The corporate drama I hate. Cat is good at that and she will be dealing with it for me on my behalf. I won’t have to deal with that kind of corporate drama and stress.” Glory sighs and smiles. “It feels liberating, really.”
“Yes, well, I don’t like how you are involving yourself with a known crime family in the De Luca’s.”
“You don’t get it, Julia.” Glory insists. “Cat wants OUT of her family business. She wants to make an honest living, that’s why this works out perfectly for both us; I’m providing her with that opportunity to make an honest living, to go straight.”
“And you just simply believe her?”
“Why wouldn’t I?” Glory asks, stunned that Julia doubts Catalina’s honesty.
“All I know is that our father wanted absolutely nothing to do with the De Luca’s.” Julia points a finger at Glory. “Yet here you are deeply involved with one whether you want to admit it or not.”
“I may be involved with a De Luca but what we’re doing isn’t criminal.” Glory is beginning to grow annoyed and frustrated with her sister. “You should really give Cat a chance, love. People make mistakes and want to turn their lives around. We both should know that better than anyone else.”
“Fair enough.” Julia nods her head. “I will give her a chance.
“That’s all I ask.”
“But uh, Glory?”
“Yes?”
“Since I defacto run our father’s wrestling school, because you live in Miami now, should I direct any questions about the school to Cat from now on?” Julia smirks knowingly. Glory rolls her eyes.
“Shut up, Julia.” She points over to the far side of the room. “Go get that, please.”
“Get what?”
“The camera.” Glory says. “Simple handheld.”
“Why?”
“Since you’re here I’m going to put you to good use.” Glory smirks knowingly.
“Wonderful.” Julia rolls her eyes as she strolls over to where her older sister is pointing. “I am the daughter of a European wrestling legend, reduced to your camera crew?”
“When you come in unannounced?” Glory nods her head, snickering. “Yes!”
Julia Braddock finds the aforementioned handheld camera and picks it up. She walks it over to where Glory stands, near the ring. Julia points the camera at Glory and sighs.
“You’re lucky I don’t throw this at you, sis.”
“Just hit record, mate.”
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On Camera
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“Albert Einstein once said that the definition of insanity is doing the same thing over and over again but expecting different results. Einstein was quite a brilliant bloke, if I do say so myself. Quite a scientist. He is credited with, for better or worse, helping to usher in the nuclear age. He had lots of genius level scientific theories, but do you know how something goes from being a scientific theory to being a scientific law? Do you know how we go from ‘well, we think this is true’ to ‘we know for a FACT that this is true’? Constant testing. You test your theory over and over again and, over time as you receive the same results, it eventually becomes fact. Many thought the earth was the center of the universe…until testing proved that it was not. Do you really want to test gravity? Go ahead, sit there and wait in the center of that ring while I jump off the top rope and gravity will send me plummeting back to earth, right onto your sorry ass. Death is another fact of life and ever since the dawn of humanity we have had the unfortunate task of witnessing the fact of death get proven over and over again. Earth is NOT the center of the universe, fact. Gravity is real, fact. Death is a fact of life. Testing is how you prove a theory to be factual.” Braddock points to a regulation size professional wrestling ring set up just behind her in the background.
“As professional wrestlers we put ourselves to the test inside that ring. It is admirable when a wrestler steps up to the plate to challenge themselves, to test themselves. I test myself each and every time I set foot inside of the ring. I tested myself by entering the Underground Title gauntlet CHBK put together and I proved that I could hang with the most violent of Underground competitors in the most chaotic of environments. Xander Valentine, the one dark cloud hanging over my head, the man who choked me out, I needed to test myself, I needed to prove that I could beat him. So I set foot in the ring and did just that; I defeated The Enforcer, I got my redemption. Last year I put myself to the ultimate test, bypassing Taking Hold of the Flame and opting to earn my way to a world title match the old fashioned way through hard work, grit, and determination, taking zero shortcuts, something Amelia Nevado would know nothing about.” She smirks knowingly at the camera.
“I’m not the only one with a strong desire to test myself though, am I Kemal Yilmaz? You have been hounding me over and over again that you want to fight me. You have been telling anyone and everyone who will listen that you want to test yourself against The British Bombshell, one of the best submission wrestlers in the game. I’ll give you credit, mate, wanting to put yourself to the test is admirable. Still, there’s one little problem here and it goes back to what I said about theories and facts. Facts are just theories that have been proven to be absolutely true through rigorous testing over and over again. So tell me, Kemal, have you tested yourself against Glory Braddock?” The British Bombshell holds up two fingers.
“May of 2025 you gave me your best shot and I put you to sleep with Shekhinah Glory. February of this year, just last month, I pinned your shoulders to the mat for the three count. That’s twice you threw your best shot at me and twice you failed. It looks to me like your tests have failed. It appears to me that your tests have only proven one thing to be absolute truth…The British Bombshell is simply better than you…or we can refer back to Albert Einstein and just assume you are insane, because you keep trying me, you keep coming after me again and again expecting a different result but the result is still the same. I win. You lose.” Braddock just shrugs her shoulders, her face a look of half-amusement half-annoyance.
“Oh but this is supposed to be different somehow, am I right? I guess it could be different, because those two matches were standard wrestling matches. You want an ultimate submission match. That’s what you’ve been crying about, right? You’ve been demanding that for as long as I’ve known you. And who knows, maybe this time you will finally get your wish? Maybe the fans will listen to your cries and take pity on you and vote for the Ultimate Submissions Match? Then again, they may want to see us in one of the more barbaric matches in all of professional wrestling, the match where you have to beat your opponent until they are forced to be humbled and say I Quit?” She shrugs her shoulders. “Maybe we’ll just get a simple Flag Match out of it? The truth is, Kemal, despite all of your ranting and whining, this is still out of your control. It’s out of my control. It’s also out of old Franky’s control, which I know eats at him. The fans are in control and they decide if you get what you want.”
“Though I tell you what, mate, I actually hope you get it. I hope that finally your wish of all wishes is granted and that the great fans of SCW give you the ultimate submissions match you so desire. I want that for you because I am sick of having to kick your ass again and again only for you to keep crawling back to me wanting more. I’m sick of it because I don’t know what to think of you. Are you just that damn gutsy or, like Einstein suggests, are you insane? Do you just want to test yourself…again…is this your insanity of thinking that you can face me for a third time and expect different results…or maybe you just really do want to test your own submission skill against one of the very best submission wrestlers to walk God’s green earth?” Glory pauses for just a moment, allowing her powerful words to settle in. Then The British Bombshell simply shakes her head.
“It really doesn’t matter what logic is going on within that head of yours, Kemal, because the fact is that you really have backed yourself into a corner. You are in a very difficult situation. Previously we did battle in standard regulation matches, but this time the odds are in my favor. If the fans choose the I Quit Match, I know so many damn holds that can torture you to the point where you will beg me to stop, where you will not just utter those humiliating words, you will CRY those words I Quit…hell, even if its a bloody flag match I am certain I can put you to sleep again, I’ve done it before, and give myself plenty of time to plant the flag and win the match.” Braddock smirks.
“Then again, what if we get the one match you really want? What if we get that ultimate submissions match? What if the fans actually grant your wish? Well if that’s the case we are fighting in a match that heavily favors me. Submission Match? Seriously, Kemal? That was made for The British Bombshell. Previously we did battle on neutral ground but in a submissions match we will be fighting in a match that was made for me.” Glory smiles knowingly. “Are you ready for that kind of test, Kemal, because that is the ULTIMATE test, one in which the odds are stacked against you. You want to be tested, well congratulations because you will be tested by fire, the fire that is yours truly, The British Bombshell, and I guarantee you one thing, Kemal. Just the one. You will not pass out. I will not give you that option. This time you will tap out. You will tap out again and again and again until the time limit expires. I will leave zero doubt in anyone’s mind, but especially yours, as to who the better wrestler is…” she winks at the camera.
“...spoiler, its me.” She shuts her eyes. “Sic Semper Tyrannis.”
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May 25th, 2026
Miami, Florida
Off Camera
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The basement gym beneath Glory Braddock’s Miami home carried the familiar atmosphere of effort and isolation. The rest of the house above felt distant from this place, separated not only by floors and walls but by purpose. Upstairs held polished surfaces, quiet rooms, and the carefully maintained calm of everyday life. Down here everything was simpler, harsher, more honest. The overhead lights cast a bright white glow across the room, illuminating the wrestling ring that dominated the center of the space. The canvas bore the marks of constant use, faint scuffs and darker patches where boots had struck repeatedly over time. Heavy bags hung along one wall beside racks of weights and training equipment. A mirrored section reflected the room back at itself, doubling the sense of space while revealing every movement without mercy. The air smelled faintly of sweat, rubber mats, and metal. Glory stood near the corner of the ring, breathing steadily after finishing another sequence of drills. Her blonde hair had been tied back tightly, though several damp strands had escaped and clung lightly against her neck and temples. A thin sheen of sweat covered her skin, catching the overhead light across her shoulders and arms. She wore black compression shorts and a dark gray athletic tank fitted close enough to allow complete movement without distraction. The fabric had darkened with sweat along her back and collarbone. White athletic tape wrapped securely around her wrists and hands, slightly frayed now from repeated contact with the ropes and canvas. Her wrestling boots were laced tightly up her calves, the black leather creased from years of use. Every movement she made carried the controlled precision of routine. Even exhausted, she moved with balance and grounded strength, her body instinctively conserving motion rather than wasting it.
The room was otherwise silent except for the soft hum of the ventilation system and the occasional creak of the ring ropes settling after movement. Glory stepped through the ropes and onto the mat outside the ring, reaching for a towel draped over a nearby chair. She wiped the back of her neck slowly, exhaling through slightly parted lips as her breathing began to steady. Then she heard footsteps. Not the heavy deliberate sound she associated with her husband, retired wrestler himself Kurt Logan. Not the uncertain hesitation of someone unfamiliar with the basement. These were lighter. Controlled. Rhythmic. Glory lowered the towel slightly and turned toward the staircase. Julia Braddock descended into the basement with the effortless poise of someone entering a completely different world without allowing it to unsettle her.
The contrast between the sisters was immediate. Where Glory looked built from practicality and effort, Julia appeared composed with almost artistic precision. Her dark blonde hair fell in smooth styled waves around her shoulders, glossy beneath the basement lights. Not a strand seemed out of place despite the humidity outside. Her makeup was subtle but flawless, carefully applied in a way that enhanced every feature without appearing excessive. Even in the harsh lighting of the gym she looked polished. She wore a cream colored blouse tucked neatly into a fitted high waisted skirt in a soft beige tone. The fabric moved elegantly as she walked, expensive enough to drape perfectly without clinging. A thin gold belt accentuated her waist, delicate but unmistakably chosen with care. Her heels clicked softly against the basement floor as she crossed the room, the sound strangely out of place among the weights and wrestling equipment. They were not impractical shoes exactly, but they belonged far more naturally in an upscale restaurant or elegant office than a wrestling gym. Yet Julia wore them with complete confidence. A tailored light jacket rested over her shoulders, its clean lines sharp and refined. Jewelry caught the overhead light in small flashes at her ears and wrist, understated but undeniably expensive.
Glory remained standing beside the ring in her sweat darkened training clothes, towel resting against one shoulder, chest still rising and falling from exertion. Julia paused several feet away, her eyes moving slowly across the basement. The ring. The weights. The heavy bags. The scattered towels and water bottles. The environment seemed almost aggressively unrefined compared to the elegant world she usually surrounded herself with. Yet she did not appear uncomfortable there.
“Julia?” The British Bombshell seems genuinely surprised to see her younger sister here. As she should. Julia spends most of her time in their native home of London, England. What brings her here to Miami, Florida?
“Glory.” Julia says with a warm smile on her face. “I figured I might surprise you for a change.”
“There’s no joke, is there?” Glory asks. “Nothing is about to jump out at me?”
“No jokes.” Julia chuckles. “You are the practical joker of the family. Remember?”
“Of course.”
The basement lights reflected softly against her blouse while the cool air stirred the loose strands of Glory’s damp hair. For a moment neither woman moved closer. The contrast between them filled the room as strongly as the silence itself. One sister polished and graceful, wrapped in elegance and control. The other grounded in sweat, discipline, and physical strength. The basement gym seemed to sharpen those differences rather than soften them, turning the space between them into something almost symbolic. Yet beneath all of it remained the quiet familiarity only family could create, the sense that despite their opposite worlds, they still understood one another in ways few people ever could.
Instead of making her younger sister, clad in heels, ascend into the ring, Glory Braddock exits the ring and joins her sister outside on the floor. The two Braddock sisters briefly hug. Julia then looks around at the basement workout area again and smiles.
“So, what sort of war brings you down here?”
“Why do you assume it will be a war?”
“I know you and I know that look on your face.” Julia remarks. “You’re preparing to kill someone.”
“I wouldn’t call it a war nor would I call it murder.” Glory scoffs. “I call it pest control. I’m facing Kemal Yilmaz on SCW Breakdown Fans Choice.”
“Kemal? Again?” Julia asks. Glory nods her head.
“Yes and since this is Fans Choice the fans get to choose the stipulation. It will either be a Flag Match, an I Quit Match, or an Ultimate Submissions Match. Three guesses what Kemal wants and the first two don’t count.”
“Obviously.” Julia rolls her eyes. “How many times have you beaten him?”
“Too many to count.” Glory sighs. “Each time doesn’t matter to him because it wasn’t his special little ultimate submissions match. I kind of hope the fans give him what he wants so that maybe, just maybe, when I beat him in the match he specifically asked for he will leave me alone.”
“You and I both know how likely that is in this business.” Julia answers. Glory nods her head.
“Yeah, but I can hope, can’t I?” Glory sits down on the edge of the ring apron. “So, uh, Julia, did you really travel all the way here just to talk wrestling with me? I mean, we could have done that over the phone.”
“What? You don’t want to see your sister?” Julia asks playfully.
“It’s not that, I just suspect that you have an ulterior motive.”
“Well I honestly did want to visit.” Julia states. “You always fly in to England to see me, it’s only fair for me to stop in and see you once in awhile.” She sighs. “But you’re right, I do have a specific reason for wanting to drop by.”
“I knew it.” Glory smirks.
“I just want to ask about a new acquisition you made recently.”
“Acquistion?” Glory furrows her brow as she pauses to think about it for a moment. Just then it hits her. Glory’s face lights up in realization. “You mean Cat, don’t you?”
“Catalina De Luca, yes.” Julia nods her head. “Dad brought me to those same wrestling events in Italy. I got to know Cat just as well as you do, as well as her family. Is it true that you flew her in to Miami?”
“Yes and I cannot wait to get her started.” Glory starts gushing with praise. “Cat has a proven history with this kind of work.”
“What kind of work?”
“The corporate stuff.” Glory remarks. “The stuff I cannot stand. The corporate drama I hate. Cat is good at that and she will be dealing with it for me on my behalf. I won’t have to deal with that kind of corporate drama and stress.” Glory sighs and smiles. “It feels liberating, really.”
“Yes, well, I don’t like how you are involving yourself with a known crime family in the De Luca’s.”
“You don’t get it, Julia.” Glory insists. “Cat wants OUT of her family business. She wants to make an honest living, that’s why this works out perfectly for both us; I’m providing her with that opportunity to make an honest living, to go straight.”
“And you just simply believe her?”
“Why wouldn’t I?” Glory asks, stunned that Julia doubts Catalina’s honesty.
“All I know is that our father wanted absolutely nothing to do with the De Luca’s.” Julia points a finger at Glory. “Yet here you are deeply involved with one whether you want to admit it or not.”
“I may be involved with a De Luca but what we’re doing isn’t criminal.” Glory is beginning to grow annoyed and frustrated with her sister. “You should really give Cat a chance, love. People make mistakes and want to turn their lives around. We both should know that better than anyone else.”
“Fair enough.” Julia nods her head. “I will give her a chance.
“That’s all I ask.”
“But uh, Glory?”
“Yes?”
“Since I defacto run our father’s wrestling school, because you live in Miami now, should I direct any questions about the school to Cat from now on?” Julia smirks knowingly. Glory rolls her eyes.
“Shut up, Julia.” She points over to the far side of the room. “Go get that, please.”
“Get what?”
“The camera.” Glory says. “Simple handheld.”
“Why?”
“Since you’re here I’m going to put you to good use.” Glory smirks knowingly.
“Wonderful.” Julia rolls her eyes as she strolls over to where her older sister is pointing. “I am the daughter of a European wrestling legend, reduced to your camera crew?”
“When you come in unannounced?” Glory nods her head, snickering. “Yes!”
Julia Braddock finds the aforementioned handheld camera and picks it up. She walks it over to where Glory stands, near the ring. Julia points the camera at Glory and sighs.
“You’re lucky I don’t throw this at you, sis.”
“Just hit record, mate.”
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On Camera
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“Albert Einstein once said that the definition of insanity is doing the same thing over and over again but expecting different results. Einstein was quite a brilliant bloke, if I do say so myself. Quite a scientist. He is credited with, for better or worse, helping to usher in the nuclear age. He had lots of genius level scientific theories, but do you know how something goes from being a scientific theory to being a scientific law? Do you know how we go from ‘well, we think this is true’ to ‘we know for a FACT that this is true’? Constant testing. You test your theory over and over again and, over time as you receive the same results, it eventually becomes fact. Many thought the earth was the center of the universe…until testing proved that it was not. Do you really want to test gravity? Go ahead, sit there and wait in the center of that ring while I jump off the top rope and gravity will send me plummeting back to earth, right onto your sorry ass. Death is another fact of life and ever since the dawn of humanity we have had the unfortunate task of witnessing the fact of death get proven over and over again. Earth is NOT the center of the universe, fact. Gravity is real, fact. Death is a fact of life. Testing is how you prove a theory to be factual.” Braddock points to a regulation size professional wrestling ring set up just behind her in the background.
“As professional wrestlers we put ourselves to the test inside that ring. It is admirable when a wrestler steps up to the plate to challenge themselves, to test themselves. I test myself each and every time I set foot inside of the ring. I tested myself by entering the Underground Title gauntlet CHBK put together and I proved that I could hang with the most violent of Underground competitors in the most chaotic of environments. Xander Valentine, the one dark cloud hanging over my head, the man who choked me out, I needed to test myself, I needed to prove that I could beat him. So I set foot in the ring and did just that; I defeated The Enforcer, I got my redemption. Last year I put myself to the ultimate test, bypassing Taking Hold of the Flame and opting to earn my way to a world title match the old fashioned way through hard work, grit, and determination, taking zero shortcuts, something Amelia Nevado would know nothing about.” She smirks knowingly at the camera.
“I’m not the only one with a strong desire to test myself though, am I Kemal Yilmaz? You have been hounding me over and over again that you want to fight me. You have been telling anyone and everyone who will listen that you want to test yourself against The British Bombshell, one of the best submission wrestlers in the game. I’ll give you credit, mate, wanting to put yourself to the test is admirable. Still, there’s one little problem here and it goes back to what I said about theories and facts. Facts are just theories that have been proven to be absolutely true through rigorous testing over and over again. So tell me, Kemal, have you tested yourself against Glory Braddock?” The British Bombshell holds up two fingers.
“May of 2025 you gave me your best shot and I put you to sleep with Shekhinah Glory. February of this year, just last month, I pinned your shoulders to the mat for the three count. That’s twice you threw your best shot at me and twice you failed. It looks to me like your tests have failed. It appears to me that your tests have only proven one thing to be absolute truth…The British Bombshell is simply better than you…or we can refer back to Albert Einstein and just assume you are insane, because you keep trying me, you keep coming after me again and again expecting a different result but the result is still the same. I win. You lose.” Braddock just shrugs her shoulders, her face a look of half-amusement half-annoyance.
“Oh but this is supposed to be different somehow, am I right? I guess it could be different, because those two matches were standard wrestling matches. You want an ultimate submission match. That’s what you’ve been crying about, right? You’ve been demanding that for as long as I’ve known you. And who knows, maybe this time you will finally get your wish? Maybe the fans will listen to your cries and take pity on you and vote for the Ultimate Submissions Match? Then again, they may want to see us in one of the more barbaric matches in all of professional wrestling, the match where you have to beat your opponent until they are forced to be humbled and say I Quit?” She shrugs her shoulders. “Maybe we’ll just get a simple Flag Match out of it? The truth is, Kemal, despite all of your ranting and whining, this is still out of your control. It’s out of my control. It’s also out of old Franky’s control, which I know eats at him. The fans are in control and they decide if you get what you want.”
“Though I tell you what, mate, I actually hope you get it. I hope that finally your wish of all wishes is granted and that the great fans of SCW give you the ultimate submissions match you so desire. I want that for you because I am sick of having to kick your ass again and again only for you to keep crawling back to me wanting more. I’m sick of it because I don’t know what to think of you. Are you just that damn gutsy or, like Einstein suggests, are you insane? Do you just want to test yourself…again…is this your insanity of thinking that you can face me for a third time and expect different results…or maybe you just really do want to test your own submission skill against one of the very best submission wrestlers to walk God’s green earth?” Glory pauses for just a moment, allowing her powerful words to settle in. Then The British Bombshell simply shakes her head.
“It really doesn’t matter what logic is going on within that head of yours, Kemal, because the fact is that you really have backed yourself into a corner. You are in a very difficult situation. Previously we did battle in standard regulation matches, but this time the odds are in my favor. If the fans choose the I Quit Match, I know so many damn holds that can torture you to the point where you will beg me to stop, where you will not just utter those humiliating words, you will CRY those words I Quit…hell, even if its a bloody flag match I am certain I can put you to sleep again, I’ve done it before, and give myself plenty of time to plant the flag and win the match.” Braddock smirks.
“Then again, what if we get the one match you really want? What if we get that ultimate submissions match? What if the fans actually grant your wish? Well if that’s the case we are fighting in a match that heavily favors me. Submission Match? Seriously, Kemal? That was made for The British Bombshell. Previously we did battle on neutral ground but in a submissions match we will be fighting in a match that was made for me.” Glory smiles knowingly. “Are you ready for that kind of test, Kemal, because that is the ULTIMATE test, one in which the odds are stacked against you. You want to be tested, well congratulations because you will be tested by fire, the fire that is yours truly, The British Bombshell, and I guarantee you one thing, Kemal. Just the one. You will not pass out. I will not give you that option. This time you will tap out. You will tap out again and again and again until the time limit expires. I will leave zero doubt in anyone’s mind, but especially yours, as to who the better wrestler is…” she winks at the camera.
“...spoiler, its me.” She shuts her eyes. “Sic Semper Tyrannis.”
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SCW World Champion 1x
SCW United States Champion 1x
SCW Adrenaline Champion 1x
SCW Television Champion 1x
SCW Underground Champion 1x
SCW World Tag Team Champion 1x (w/Brittany Lohan)
Supreme Champion
2019 Trios Tournament Winner (w/ Regan Street & Kellen Jeffries)
2020 Trios Tournament Winner (w/ Ace Marshall & David Helms)
SCW Adrenaline Champion 1x
SCW Television Champion 1x
SCW Underground Champion 1x
SCW World Tag Team Champion 1x (w/Brittany Lohan)
Supreme Champion
2019 Trios Tournament Winner (w/ Regan Street & Kellen Jeffries)
2020 Trios Tournament Winner (w/ Ace Marshall & David Helms)