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October 4th, 2026
Miami, Florida
Off Camera
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The rhythmic, heavy thud-thud-thud of leather striking leather echoed off the smooth concrete walls of the subterranean gym. Down here beneath the main floor of Glory Braddock’s Miami home, the space bore almost no resemblance to the weathered, historical charm of the Braddock Wrestling School back in London. This was a private sanctuary built for modern, elite athletic performance, fully climate controlled with state of the art air filtration that kept the space cool and crisp, entirely free of the damp humidity clinging to the Florida air outside. Recessed LED panels lined the bright ceiling, casting a clean, shadowless white light across sleek rubberized flooring, high end selectorized weight machines, custom power racks with gleaming chrome barbells, and an expansive wall of floor to ceiling mirrors. A wall mounted digital monitor flickered quietly in the corner, displaying heart rate metrics and workout intervals, while a subtle surrounding sound system hummed with a low, driving beat.
“The British Bombshell” Glory Braddock was entirely locked into her rhythm, completely oblivious to the rest of the world. She stood in front of a heavy, hundred pound black leather striking bag suspended from a reinforced steel beam overhead. She was drenched in sweat, her blonde hair pulled back into a tight, damp braid that whipped across her shoulder with every violent movement. She wore dark blue athletic compression shorts and a black athletic top, her knuckles wrapped tight in white sport tape that was already fraying around her wrists. Each combination was delivered with crisp, terrifying power, her breathing sharp and measured through her nose as she drove her fists and elbows into the dense leather, making the heavy bag swing and sway on its thick steel chain. The physical exertion was her outlet, the raw, repetitive impact allowing her to burn off the lingering frustration of the past few weeks, clearing her head after the exhausting meeting with Catalina and the bitter taste of her recent defeat.
Near the base of the open timber staircase leading down into the basement, Sophie O’Brian stepped quietly into the room. Her presence was a striking contrast to the sterile, high tech athleticism of the gym. Bearing an uncanny resemblance to her sister with her delicate, highly expressive features, rounded facial structure, and rich, wavy dark hair, Sophie looked as though she had just arrived from a completely different world. She was dressed in an elegant, feminine outfit featuring a high waisted, pleated cream skirt that fell gracefully just below her knees and a light pastel blue fitted knit sweater with three quarter sleeves. On her feet were a pair of smooth, low heel leather shoes that clicked faintly against the polished floorboards of the landing before being swallowed by the dense rubber matting of the gym floor.
Sophie carried a gym bag with her and held a bottle of cold water in her hand. She stood near the bottom of the stairs for a moment, her bright, observant dark eyes watching Glory work with a mix of quiet respect and sisterly concern. She didn't call out or make a sudden movement to startle her, knowing better than to interrupt a Braddock in the middle of a heavy striking drill. Instead, she simply leaned back against the smooth, chrome railing of the staircase, content to wait until Glory caught her breath and finally noticed she was no longer alone in the room.
“So, are you just going to stand there in awe all day long, mate?” Glory remarks quickly, stopping to turn to face Sophie. The Art of War remains stoic for a brief moment before smiling herself.
“You were in a zone, as my brother so eloquently puts it. I did not wish to interrupt you.”
“Well you’re right, I was in a zone.” Glory nods her head. She reaches over, grabs a towel, and wipes some sweat from her face. “I lost to Asher. Then I lost to Luz at Rise To Greatness. Seriously, Sophie, if I want to EARN my way back to an opportunity at the SCW World Championship, I need to wrestle better than I have been lately. So I’ve been spending more time in the gym.”
“A victorious warrior is always ready for battle.” Sophie remarks. “Being prepared is wise, so if you wish I could get changed and spar. I did bring my gear.” Sophie drops her gym bag on the floor. Glory grins knowingly.
“I might take you up on that, mate. My next opponent is Bree Lancaster. I know I have beaten her once before, I beat her to win my first and only SCW World Championship. But I also know she’s still very ruthless and aggressive.” She points a finger at Sophie. “Two traits that describe you all too well.”
“I shall take that as a compliment, Gloria.” Sophie looks around the room. “I must admit, some of this equipment appears to be new.”
“It is.” Glory admits. “Some of it is equipment Cat had tried to install in the Braddock Wrestling School. You know? How she tried to go over my head? We could have just sent them back and got our money back but instead I personally purchased the equipment for my personal gym here in Miami. I figured there’s no use letting it go to waste.”
“Interesting.”
“What?”
“You seem to find value in the equipment. And yet you do not wish to see them used by the students at our father’s wrestling school.”
“That’s different.” Glory remarks, shaking her head. “I wanted to preserve dad’s vision and legacy.”
“Times change and evolution will stop for no one.” Sophie states cooly. “I believe even the great Glenn Braddock would have understood that. But I think there is an underlying reason why you wouldn’t let this new equipment be installed at the school.”
“You’re right…” Glory sighs “...it was Cat. I cannot let her get by with going over my head. If she had actually approached me about this then maybe I would have agreed.”
“Therein lies your problem.” Sophie remarks as she approaches her sister. “For the longest of times, for years even, you have wanted to have it both ways, you wanted to have your cake and eat it too. You wanted to be the owner of a massive organization yet you did not want the responsibility of making the decisions. You pawned that off onto De Luca under the guise of helping her escape her family’s dark past and the moment she makes a decision you disagree with, you freak out.”
“You’re right, Sophie.” Braddock nods her head. “I did freak out.”
“Huh…that is odd, I was half-expecting an argument from you…”
“Sorry to disappoint you.” Braddock smirks. “But I get it now; I understand what you, Kurt, Julia, and everyone else have been trying to tell me. I cannot hide from my responsibilities. Cat can help do some of the heavy lifting when it comes to running the company but ultimately the decisions have to be mine if the company is to be mine and to follow my vision. So Cat and I had a nice heart to heart conversation yesterday and sorted everything out.”
“Did you fire her, by chance?” Sophie asks curiously. Glory shakes her head.
“No, I didn’t fire her. I still need her to help run the company so I can focus on what I truly want to do; wrestle. But at the same time I am prepared now to take responsibility when the time comes and make the hard decisions that I need to.”
“So Ms. De Luca is on a tighter leash now?”
“Pretty much, yeah.” Glory answers.
“Good.” Sophie places a hand on her shoulder. “As long as this distraction has been eliminated, you can now focus on what truly matters to you.”
“That’s right. And speaking of which,” Braddock kicks Sophie’s gym bag “get changed. I need to spar and you’re the most vicious sparring partner I know.”
“Consider it my civic duty, Gloria. Though if I end up tearing a seam in your fancy new matting, you are answering to Kurt.” Sophie chuckled softly, the delicate sound echoing off the smooth concrete walls before she bent down to unlace her smooth leather shoes.
Glory let out a genuinely warm laugh, the lingering tension in her shoulders finally melting away. She walked over to the wooden bench lined with fresh towels, unwrapping the fraying sport tape from her knuckles and tossing the scraps into a nearby bin. For the first time in months, her mind felt completely clear. The oppressive shadow of the boardroom, the doubts about her legacy, and the fear of her own authority had all been dragged into the light and stripped of their power. She was no longer running from the crown she wore, nor was she letting anyone else decide how heavy it should be.
She watched as Sophie disappeared into the adjacent changing room, leaving the modern subterranean gym in a momentary, peaceful stillness. The quiet hum of the air filtration and the steady pulse of the wall monitor were no longer reminders of an overwhelming corporate weight; they were simply the tools of her trade. She had confronted Catalina, reclaimed her voice, and accepted the full, unvarnished weight of being a leader.
When Sophie stepped back out onto the rubberized floor, now clad in dark sparring tights and a fitted athletic top with her dark hair swept up into a high, practical ponytail, her demeanor had shifted completely. The elegant, soft-spoken half-sister was gone, replaced by the sharp, dangerous focus of a seasoned combatant. She slipped on her gloves, tapped them together with a dull, heavy thud, and stepped onto the central mat with a predatory, effortless grace.
Glory grinned, rolling her shoulders back as she stepped up to meet her. The road ahead was long, fraught with corporate landmines and the dangerous threat of Bree Lancaster waiting in the ring on Breakdown. But as she raised her guards and locked eyes with her sister, Glory Braddock knew she was finally ready. The British Bombshell was back in her element, fully grounded, completely in control, and prepared to fight for every single inch of her empire.
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October 7th, 2026
Pittsburgh, PA
On Camera
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High above the bustling city streets of Pittsburgh, the golden light of late afternoon washed over the rooftop balcony, casting long shadows across the weathered stone railing. “The British Bombshell” Glory Braddock stood commanding the space, framed by the hazy, classic facades of surrounding brick and limestone apartment towers. Her presence was striking and deliberate: hands resting firmly on her hips, blonde hair effortlessly swept back, and piercing eyes fixed forward with total composure. She wore a rich, tailored tweed blazer in dark brown and off white patterns, layered over an olive green silk blouse. Below, an intricate mustard yellow patterned mini skirt was adorned with a layered gold chain belt that glimmered in the sun, catching the warm light. Standing against the backdrop of Pittsburgh, Braddock seemed entirely in control of her surroundings.
“Pittsburgh. The Steel City. A city of champions if you ask fans of the Pittsburgh Steelers, although these past few seasons that team has definitely not looked like a championship team, and I’m sure even their fans would agree with me on that. And in the past few months I have not looked like the seventeen time former world champion and four time hall of famer that I am. In the past few months I have not looked like arguably one of the best professional wrestlers in the world today. And that’s entirely on me. I wanted to once again bet on myself and earn my way back to a shot at the SCW World Championship, not through a shortcut like Taking Hold fo the Flame but by winning matches, by beating anyone and everyone SCW puts in front of me. I am not here to take sides in a war between CHBK and Frank. I am not here to curry anyone’s favor. I just want to wrestle. I want to compete against the very best and prove that I deserve to be in title contention.” Braddock sighs and shrugs her shoulders.
“Yet lately things haven’t gone my way. I lost to Asher Hayes in the buildup to Rise To Greatness. Then at Rise To Greatness I was beaten by Luz. Now there’s no shame in losing to either. Both are great talents. Both are incredible wrestlers. But history only remembers the winners and the winners are the ones who are rewarded. Some might argue that I needed to be humbled.” She snickers. “Funny, I never thought of myself as arrogant, conceited, or overbearing. You have people in this company like Syren, Gavin, even my opponent on Breakdown, Bree, who think they are entitled to the main event spot just because they walk across the threshold of an SCW arena. But week in and week out I specifically state that I am not entitled to a damn thing and I consistently preach that I want to EARN my opportunities. Yet I’m the one everyone thinks is conceited? Seriously, who thought of that script?”
“No one is entitled to anything in this business. It doesn’t matter if your name is Cruze or Frost or Lancaster. It doesn’t matter if you are the SCW World Champion herself Deana Frost. Congratulation, Deanna. I mean that. I am genuinely happy for you. But I think even you would agree that, as champion, you are not truly entitled to anything, because that championship reign could end just like that.” She snaps her fingers. “Because there are many hungry competitors on this roster looking to fight, scratch, and claw to earn the right to challenge for that title and to one day become SCW World Champion. And I am one of those hungry competitors. Despite the run of bad luck, despite the bumps in the road, despite the string of losses, I am not going to quit betting on myself. Just the great fans here in Pittsburgh still believe in their beloved Steelers no matter how hard the times get, I still believe in myself. I still believe that I can defeat anyone on this roster on any given night.” Braddock points a finger at the camera.
“That includes you, Bree. You should know that I can beat you because I did beat you. I beat you to end your reign as SCW World Champion. I humbled you once before and damn it I can do it again. But what’s even more interesting about this is the fact that you also are coming off of a tough loss at Rise To Greatness. You lost to Syren.” Braddock chuckles. “If its any consolation, I’m not fan of Syren’s, either. But the fact is that you lost. You lost and so did I. Which means both of us have had some big setbacks on our march back to title contention, which makes this match between you and I on Breakdown from Pittsburgh all the more important.” She holds up one finger.
“ONE OF US will get a much needed win. ONE OF US will build some momentum. And the other will take yet another tough loss. The other will take a very big step backward. You just returned, to much fanfare, but how is that grand return going to look when your record shows a loss to Syren and a loss to The British Bombshell in two back to back must win matches?” Glory smirks knowingly. “In fact, I wonder what Frank might think about you losing to The British Bombshell right here in Pittsburgh?”
“I will admit that my cousin Kimmy is an oddball. Hell, she’s downright as insane as she claims. But she’s not dumb. And I recall how she has often warned the likes of Dawn Lohan and Polly and others about what will happen if and when Mr. Delatosso decides that one of his assets no longer serves a purpose? So I put that question to you, Bree. If you continue to lose, if you continue to fail when it matters most, you not only risk the obvious possibility of losing your spot in title contention, but you risk losing favor with the man who has rolled out the red carpet for you, who has brought about this pomp and circumstance for your return, you risk losing favor with the man who has gifted you with these opportunities. Eventually he will no longer view you as an asset. He will view you as a liability. And yes, if you continue to fail, he will drop you like a bad habit.”
“So let’s face facts, Bree. This is a match that neither of us can afford to lose. I can’t speak for you but despite everything that has gone wrong for me lately, I still believe in myself. I refuse to let a few losses get me down. No matter how many times I get beaten, I will always keep fighting back. And I KNOW that I have what it takes to defeat you on Breakdown tomorrow night in Pittsburgh. Can you honestly say the same thing?” She shuts her eyes. “Sic Semper Tyrannis.”
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October 4th, 2026
Miami, Florida
Off Camera
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The rhythmic, heavy thud-thud-thud of leather striking leather echoed off the smooth concrete walls of the subterranean gym. Down here beneath the main floor of Glory Braddock’s Miami home, the space bore almost no resemblance to the weathered, historical charm of the Braddock Wrestling School back in London. This was a private sanctuary built for modern, elite athletic performance, fully climate controlled with state of the art air filtration that kept the space cool and crisp, entirely free of the damp humidity clinging to the Florida air outside. Recessed LED panels lined the bright ceiling, casting a clean, shadowless white light across sleek rubberized flooring, high end selectorized weight machines, custom power racks with gleaming chrome barbells, and an expansive wall of floor to ceiling mirrors. A wall mounted digital monitor flickered quietly in the corner, displaying heart rate metrics and workout intervals, while a subtle surrounding sound system hummed with a low, driving beat.
“The British Bombshell” Glory Braddock was entirely locked into her rhythm, completely oblivious to the rest of the world. She stood in front of a heavy, hundred pound black leather striking bag suspended from a reinforced steel beam overhead. She was drenched in sweat, her blonde hair pulled back into a tight, damp braid that whipped across her shoulder with every violent movement. She wore dark blue athletic compression shorts and a black athletic top, her knuckles wrapped tight in white sport tape that was already fraying around her wrists. Each combination was delivered with crisp, terrifying power, her breathing sharp and measured through her nose as she drove her fists and elbows into the dense leather, making the heavy bag swing and sway on its thick steel chain. The physical exertion was her outlet, the raw, repetitive impact allowing her to burn off the lingering frustration of the past few weeks, clearing her head after the exhausting meeting with Catalina and the bitter taste of her recent defeat.
Near the base of the open timber staircase leading down into the basement, Sophie O’Brian stepped quietly into the room. Her presence was a striking contrast to the sterile, high tech athleticism of the gym. Bearing an uncanny resemblance to her sister with her delicate, highly expressive features, rounded facial structure, and rich, wavy dark hair, Sophie looked as though she had just arrived from a completely different world. She was dressed in an elegant, feminine outfit featuring a high waisted, pleated cream skirt that fell gracefully just below her knees and a light pastel blue fitted knit sweater with three quarter sleeves. On her feet were a pair of smooth, low heel leather shoes that clicked faintly against the polished floorboards of the landing before being swallowed by the dense rubber matting of the gym floor.
Sophie carried a gym bag with her and held a bottle of cold water in her hand. She stood near the bottom of the stairs for a moment, her bright, observant dark eyes watching Glory work with a mix of quiet respect and sisterly concern. She didn't call out or make a sudden movement to startle her, knowing better than to interrupt a Braddock in the middle of a heavy striking drill. Instead, she simply leaned back against the smooth, chrome railing of the staircase, content to wait until Glory caught her breath and finally noticed she was no longer alone in the room.
“So, are you just going to stand there in awe all day long, mate?” Glory remarks quickly, stopping to turn to face Sophie. The Art of War remains stoic for a brief moment before smiling herself.
“You were in a zone, as my brother so eloquently puts it. I did not wish to interrupt you.”
“Well you’re right, I was in a zone.” Glory nods her head. She reaches over, grabs a towel, and wipes some sweat from her face. “I lost to Asher. Then I lost to Luz at Rise To Greatness. Seriously, Sophie, if I want to EARN my way back to an opportunity at the SCW World Championship, I need to wrestle better than I have been lately. So I’ve been spending more time in the gym.”
“A victorious warrior is always ready for battle.” Sophie remarks. “Being prepared is wise, so if you wish I could get changed and spar. I did bring my gear.” Sophie drops her gym bag on the floor. Glory grins knowingly.
“I might take you up on that, mate. My next opponent is Bree Lancaster. I know I have beaten her once before, I beat her to win my first and only SCW World Championship. But I also know she’s still very ruthless and aggressive.” She points a finger at Sophie. “Two traits that describe you all too well.”
“I shall take that as a compliment, Gloria.” Sophie looks around the room. “I must admit, some of this equipment appears to be new.”
“It is.” Glory admits. “Some of it is equipment Cat had tried to install in the Braddock Wrestling School. You know? How she tried to go over my head? We could have just sent them back and got our money back but instead I personally purchased the equipment for my personal gym here in Miami. I figured there’s no use letting it go to waste.”
“Interesting.”
“What?”
“You seem to find value in the equipment. And yet you do not wish to see them used by the students at our father’s wrestling school.”
“That’s different.” Glory remarks, shaking her head. “I wanted to preserve dad’s vision and legacy.”
“Times change and evolution will stop for no one.” Sophie states cooly. “I believe even the great Glenn Braddock would have understood that. But I think there is an underlying reason why you wouldn’t let this new equipment be installed at the school.”
“You’re right…” Glory sighs “...it was Cat. I cannot let her get by with going over my head. If she had actually approached me about this then maybe I would have agreed.”
“Therein lies your problem.” Sophie remarks as she approaches her sister. “For the longest of times, for years even, you have wanted to have it both ways, you wanted to have your cake and eat it too. You wanted to be the owner of a massive organization yet you did not want the responsibility of making the decisions. You pawned that off onto De Luca under the guise of helping her escape her family’s dark past and the moment she makes a decision you disagree with, you freak out.”
“You’re right, Sophie.” Braddock nods her head. “I did freak out.”
“Huh…that is odd, I was half-expecting an argument from you…”
“Sorry to disappoint you.” Braddock smirks. “But I get it now; I understand what you, Kurt, Julia, and everyone else have been trying to tell me. I cannot hide from my responsibilities. Cat can help do some of the heavy lifting when it comes to running the company but ultimately the decisions have to be mine if the company is to be mine and to follow my vision. So Cat and I had a nice heart to heart conversation yesterday and sorted everything out.”
“Did you fire her, by chance?” Sophie asks curiously. Glory shakes her head.
“No, I didn’t fire her. I still need her to help run the company so I can focus on what I truly want to do; wrestle. But at the same time I am prepared now to take responsibility when the time comes and make the hard decisions that I need to.”
“So Ms. De Luca is on a tighter leash now?”
“Pretty much, yeah.” Glory answers.
“Good.” Sophie places a hand on her shoulder. “As long as this distraction has been eliminated, you can now focus on what truly matters to you.”
“That’s right. And speaking of which,” Braddock kicks Sophie’s gym bag “get changed. I need to spar and you’re the most vicious sparring partner I know.”
“Consider it my civic duty, Gloria. Though if I end up tearing a seam in your fancy new matting, you are answering to Kurt.” Sophie chuckled softly, the delicate sound echoing off the smooth concrete walls before she bent down to unlace her smooth leather shoes.
Glory let out a genuinely warm laugh, the lingering tension in her shoulders finally melting away. She walked over to the wooden bench lined with fresh towels, unwrapping the fraying sport tape from her knuckles and tossing the scraps into a nearby bin. For the first time in months, her mind felt completely clear. The oppressive shadow of the boardroom, the doubts about her legacy, and the fear of her own authority had all been dragged into the light and stripped of their power. She was no longer running from the crown she wore, nor was she letting anyone else decide how heavy it should be.
She watched as Sophie disappeared into the adjacent changing room, leaving the modern subterranean gym in a momentary, peaceful stillness. The quiet hum of the air filtration and the steady pulse of the wall monitor were no longer reminders of an overwhelming corporate weight; they were simply the tools of her trade. She had confronted Catalina, reclaimed her voice, and accepted the full, unvarnished weight of being a leader.
When Sophie stepped back out onto the rubberized floor, now clad in dark sparring tights and a fitted athletic top with her dark hair swept up into a high, practical ponytail, her demeanor had shifted completely. The elegant, soft-spoken half-sister was gone, replaced by the sharp, dangerous focus of a seasoned combatant. She slipped on her gloves, tapped them together with a dull, heavy thud, and stepped onto the central mat with a predatory, effortless grace.
Glory grinned, rolling her shoulders back as she stepped up to meet her. The road ahead was long, fraught with corporate landmines and the dangerous threat of Bree Lancaster waiting in the ring on Breakdown. But as she raised her guards and locked eyes with her sister, Glory Braddock knew she was finally ready. The British Bombshell was back in her element, fully grounded, completely in control, and prepared to fight for every single inch of her empire.
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October 7th, 2026
Pittsburgh, PA
On Camera
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High above the bustling city streets of Pittsburgh, the golden light of late afternoon washed over the rooftop balcony, casting long shadows across the weathered stone railing. “The British Bombshell” Glory Braddock stood commanding the space, framed by the hazy, classic facades of surrounding brick and limestone apartment towers. Her presence was striking and deliberate: hands resting firmly on her hips, blonde hair effortlessly swept back, and piercing eyes fixed forward with total composure. She wore a rich, tailored tweed blazer in dark brown and off white patterns, layered over an olive green silk blouse. Below, an intricate mustard yellow patterned mini skirt was adorned with a layered gold chain belt that glimmered in the sun, catching the warm light. Standing against the backdrop of Pittsburgh, Braddock seemed entirely in control of her surroundings.
“Pittsburgh. The Steel City. A city of champions if you ask fans of the Pittsburgh Steelers, although these past few seasons that team has definitely not looked like a championship team, and I’m sure even their fans would agree with me on that. And in the past few months I have not looked like the seventeen time former world champion and four time hall of famer that I am. In the past few months I have not looked like arguably one of the best professional wrestlers in the world today. And that’s entirely on me. I wanted to once again bet on myself and earn my way back to a shot at the SCW World Championship, not through a shortcut like Taking Hold fo the Flame but by winning matches, by beating anyone and everyone SCW puts in front of me. I am not here to take sides in a war between CHBK and Frank. I am not here to curry anyone’s favor. I just want to wrestle. I want to compete against the very best and prove that I deserve to be in title contention.” Braddock sighs and shrugs her shoulders.
“Yet lately things haven’t gone my way. I lost to Asher Hayes in the buildup to Rise To Greatness. Then at Rise To Greatness I was beaten by Luz. Now there’s no shame in losing to either. Both are great talents. Both are incredible wrestlers. But history only remembers the winners and the winners are the ones who are rewarded. Some might argue that I needed to be humbled.” She snickers. “Funny, I never thought of myself as arrogant, conceited, or overbearing. You have people in this company like Syren, Gavin, even my opponent on Breakdown, Bree, who think they are entitled to the main event spot just because they walk across the threshold of an SCW arena. But week in and week out I specifically state that I am not entitled to a damn thing and I consistently preach that I want to EARN my opportunities. Yet I’m the one everyone thinks is conceited? Seriously, who thought of that script?”
“No one is entitled to anything in this business. It doesn’t matter if your name is Cruze or Frost or Lancaster. It doesn’t matter if you are the SCW World Champion herself Deana Frost. Congratulation, Deanna. I mean that. I am genuinely happy for you. But I think even you would agree that, as champion, you are not truly entitled to anything, because that championship reign could end just like that.” She snaps her fingers. “Because there are many hungry competitors on this roster looking to fight, scratch, and claw to earn the right to challenge for that title and to one day become SCW World Champion. And I am one of those hungry competitors. Despite the run of bad luck, despite the bumps in the road, despite the string of losses, I am not going to quit betting on myself. Just the great fans here in Pittsburgh still believe in their beloved Steelers no matter how hard the times get, I still believe in myself. I still believe that I can defeat anyone on this roster on any given night.” Braddock points a finger at the camera.
“That includes you, Bree. You should know that I can beat you because I did beat you. I beat you to end your reign as SCW World Champion. I humbled you once before and damn it I can do it again. But what’s even more interesting about this is the fact that you also are coming off of a tough loss at Rise To Greatness. You lost to Syren.” Braddock chuckles. “If its any consolation, I’m not fan of Syren’s, either. But the fact is that you lost. You lost and so did I. Which means both of us have had some big setbacks on our march back to title contention, which makes this match between you and I on Breakdown from Pittsburgh all the more important.” She holds up one finger.
“ONE OF US will get a much needed win. ONE OF US will build some momentum. And the other will take yet another tough loss. The other will take a very big step backward. You just returned, to much fanfare, but how is that grand return going to look when your record shows a loss to Syren and a loss to The British Bombshell in two back to back must win matches?” Glory smirks knowingly. “In fact, I wonder what Frank might think about you losing to The British Bombshell right here in Pittsburgh?”
“I will admit that my cousin Kimmy is an oddball. Hell, she’s downright as insane as she claims. But she’s not dumb. And I recall how she has often warned the likes of Dawn Lohan and Polly and others about what will happen if and when Mr. Delatosso decides that one of his assets no longer serves a purpose? So I put that question to you, Bree. If you continue to lose, if you continue to fail when it matters most, you not only risk the obvious possibility of losing your spot in title contention, but you risk losing favor with the man who has rolled out the red carpet for you, who has brought about this pomp and circumstance for your return, you risk losing favor with the man who has gifted you with these opportunities. Eventually he will no longer view you as an asset. He will view you as a liability. And yes, if you continue to fail, he will drop you like a bad habit.”
“So let’s face facts, Bree. This is a match that neither of us can afford to lose. I can’t speak for you but despite everything that has gone wrong for me lately, I still believe in myself. I refuse to let a few losses get me down. No matter how many times I get beaten, I will always keep fighting back. And I KNOW that I have what it takes to defeat you on Breakdown tomorrow night in Pittsburgh. Can you honestly say the same thing?” 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)