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October 14th, 2026
Boston, Massachusetts
Off Camera
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The backstage area of the historic downtown Boston music venue hummed with a low, vibrating energy, carrying the heavy thrum of bass notes through the concrete floors and brick walls. It was the night before Melinda Braddock and Fiona Logan were scheduled to step into the ring for their tag team match against Light in the Darkness on SCW Breakdown, but for tonight, the squared circle was momentarily forgotten. Instead, the humid autumn air inside the backstage wings smelled faintly of stale beer, aged wood smoke, and the metallic heat of vintage amplifiers pushed to their absolute limits. Colored stage lights bled through the thick black curtains, casting fleeting flashes of indigo and amber across the cluttered equipment cases, spare drum hardware, and tangled bundles of speaker cables scattered across the floor.
Leaning against a reinforced flight case just off stage left, Melinda Braddock looked entirely out of place in the gritty, subterranean atmosphere of the underground club, yet she carried herself with the effortless, aristocratic confidence of someone who owned every room she entered. She wore a tailored, double breasted wool coat in a striking shade of deep midnight blue over a fine silk blouse, the rich fabric contrasting sharply against the industrial backdrop. Her platinum blonde hair was styled with immaculate precision, falling in soft, cascading waves that caught the dim overhead bulbs. Her dark, calculating eyes scanned the chaotic backstage area with a look of cool detachment, observing the frantic stage crew rushing past with mic stands and guitar leads as if they were moving in slow motion. To Melinda, this excursion was not merely a sentimental favor for an old acquaintance, but another calculated move in the grand design of her expanding influence.
Beside her, taking up a monumental amount of space in the narrow corridor, stood Clyde Sutter. The massive enforcer maintained his usual stoic and immovable posture, arms crossed over the thick chest of his heavy black zip up hoodie. His powerful frame radiated a quiet, intimidating authority that naturally cleared a path whenever venue staff or fellow musicians hurried past. His long black hair was tied back tightly from his face, emphasizing his sharp jawline and unblinking gaze as he watched the performance unfolding just a few feet away through a gap in the heavy curtains. Clyde was a man who appreciated raw effort and discipline, and while music was far removed from the brutal mechanics of professional wrestling, he respected anyone who poured their entire soul into their craft under demanding conditions.
Standing closest to the edge of the stage, caught entirely in the spell of the music, was Fiona Logan. Her posture was loose and relaxed, a rare break from the tightly wound intensity that usually defined her life on the road. She wore her signature dark burgundy leather motorcycle jacket zipped halfway down over a fitted black band tee, paired with rugged denim jeans and scuffed combat boots. Her long black hair, slashed with its striking crimson streaks, cascaded freely over her shoulders, gently swaying as she tapped her boot to the heavy, driving rhythm of the song. For Fiona, this moment carried a profound emotional weight. Seeing Jacob Reilly up there on a proper stage, playing with a genuine fire in his eyes and commanding the room, felt like a vindication of the past. The lingering shadows of her turbulent youth in Boston and the manipulative control of Todd Osbourne seemed a million miles away, washed clean by the crashing waves of distorted guitar chords and driving percussion.
“Damn, Jacob is doing great out there isn’t he?” Fiona says, her face sporting a wide ear to ear grin. Melinda sighs with a polite smile.
“I suppose. If you like this kind of music.”
“Oh come on! It’s great!” Fiona pats Melinda on the back. “Loosen up a little, Mels!”
“Oh I am quite loose and relaxed.” Melinda points out. “And I am happy for your boyfriend.”
“Heh, nice one, Mels.” Fiona snickers. “But I think calling us an item is a bit of an exaggeration.”
“You do like him.”
“I do, I admit it.” Fiona nods her head. “But what we had was back in high school. It was like a lifetime ago.” She shrugs her shoulders. “Let’s just see what fate has in store…I mean, that’s what you and the big guy would say, right?”
“Indeed.” Clyde nods his head in agreement. “Fate dictates all.”
“Let us not forget who has dictated your boyfriend…excuse me, Jacob’s…opportunity this evening.” Melinda casts a loving gaze at Clyde. “Lilith Sutter’s fingerprints are all over this.”
“I know. Tonight he’s the headliner. In a week he is the opening act for a larger but less well known group. Jacob’s grateful. I’m grateful. It’s remarkable how fast she operates.”
“Not only that but Lilith has ensured music industry giants are in attendance tonight and will be in attendance to listen to Jacob next week. But Mr. Reilly must understand that this is just an opportunity.”
Through the parting of the heavy velvet curtains, the stage lights blazed down fiercely on the five piece band as they tore through the climax of their set. At the center of the spotlight stood Jacob, completely lost in the music. Sweat plastered his dark hair to his forehead, and his fingers moved with fluid, practiced speed across the fretboard of his sunburst electric guitar, coaxing a soaring, melodic lead riff from the stack of cranked amplifiers. The small but vocal crowd packed into the venue cheered enthusiastically, their hands raised in the air as the heavy drumbeat anchored the entire room in a hypnotic groove. Jacob glanced over toward the wings between vocal lines, his eyes briefly locking onto Fiona standing just off stage. A broad, genuine smile broke across his face, sharing a silent moment of mutual triumph before stepping back to the mic to deliver the final chorus. The heavy amplifiers hummed with residual feedback, vibrating through the floorboards and signaling the approaching end of the song, while The Vision stood united in the shadows, watching the culmination of an old friendship bridging the gap into a brand new future.
“Yeah, I get it, and so does Jacob.” Fiona nods her head. “He wouldn’t want anything handed to him. He wants to earn it. He just needs a chance.”
“And he has that chance.” Melinda smiles warmly as she places a hand on Fiona’s shoulder. “Just like how I gave you the opportunity, how the Braddock family gave you a chance to make your dreams of being a professional wrestler come true. It is truly heartwarming that you believe in Jacob, just as I have believed in you, Fiona.”
“I appreciate it, Mels. You know that.” Fiona embraces her adoptive sister in a tight hug. “I know I wouldn’t be here today if it weren’t for you, if it weren’t the Braddock family.”
The final chord echoed through the venue before melting into a wall of amplifier feedback and the enthusiastic roar of the crowd. Across the stage, the house lights flickered back on, and Jacob unslung his guitar, handing it off to a stagehand with a quick nod of gratitude. Wiping sweat from his forehead with the back of his arm, he waded through the clutter of equipment cases and cables toward the wings where The Vision stood waiting.
“Hey,” Jacob smiled, his chest still heaving as he walked up to the trio “you guys actually made it. Thanks so much for coming out tonight.”
“We wouldn't miss it!” Fiona grinned, stepping forward to give him a quick, affectionate punch on the shoulder. “You killed it out there, Jacob!”
“It was...rather energetic,” Melinda offered with a polite, measured smile, smoothing the lapel of her midnight blue coat “you certainly possess a remarkable amount of stage presence. Even if the genre is not entirely my usual taste, the technical execution was quite respectable.”
“Strong work ethic on display. Good discipline.” Clyde crossed his massive arms over his chest, giving a slow, deliberate nod of approval. Jacob let out a relieved laugh, running a hand through his damp dark hair.
“I appreciate that coming from you guys. Especially you, man,” he added, turning his gaze toward Clyde and lowering his voice slightly. “I know whatever strings you and your sister pulled tonight...getting those industry guys down here...it means everything. Thank you.”
Fiona shook her head, her crimson streaked hair catching the dim overhead light as she stepped closer to him.
“Don't thank him too much,” Fiona said softly, her dark eyes looking up at him with genuine conviction “it was all you, Jacob. I know how hard you have worked for this. Sometimes people just need a chance to prove themselves, and someone who actually believes in what they can do.”
Jacob looked back at her, a quiet understanding passing between them in the busy backstage corridor. For a moment, the chaotic noise of the venue faded into the background, leaving only the steady reassurance that their paths, though wildly different now, had crossed exactly when they were meant to.
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Vlog #74
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Hello my lovelies! I am Melinda Braddock, The Third Generation Goddess and rightful leader of the Braddock family wrestling legacy, here for my 74th Vlog! And of course any Vlog of mine is not complete without my sister-in-arms, a woman who truly understands and appreciates the value and VISION that I have for professional wrestling because of everything it has done for her. So please welcome at this time my co-host, my partner in crime…the Anne Bonny to my Mary Reed, the Thelma to my Louise…she is The Boston Badass, she is Fiona Logan!
Anne Bonny and Mary Reed I like. Nice historical pirate reference, Mels. But Thelma and Louise? Seriously, Mels? Can’t think of anything better?
Sorry, Fiona, but we can’t be Bonnie and Clyde. That’s; me and my Harbinger of Fate.
Fair enough.
Supreme Championship Wrestling is rolling right into Boston, Massachusetts, the city that helped make Fiona Logan. So to all of my Boston lovelies out there, I expect you to give The Vision, and especially my sister Fiona, a very warm welcome when we walk that aisle for Breakdown to take on Light in the Darkness. Amelia and Luz, I’ll address you two in a moment. But first I think it is appropriate that this next portion of today’s Vlog over to Fiona. After all, this is HER homecoming. SHE is the hometown hero. So go ahead, my dear sister, the floor is yours!
Thanks Mels.
Now, what should I start out with except…thank you. Thank you Boston for always having my back. Through thick and thin, good times and bad, Boston has always been there for me and in turn I always have been a Boston girl. I supported the Pats during our dynasty years under Brady and I supported them during our rebuilding years. Bruins, Celtics, Red Sox, they all get my support. This great city always has my support because the streets of Boston have always been by my side to support me and help me up when I was down. I’m ride or die Boston so I look forward to marching into my hometown and whipping the collective asses of Nevado and Luz.
Second thing I want to say is a simple warning to each and every son of a bitch on the SCW roster, and I don’t just mean tag teams. Every. Single. One of you are officially on notice! Because the fact is, ladies and germs, that things are going The Vision’s way! Just as Scarlet Carsons. She stuck her nose in Vision business and we put her down like a bad dog. Just as Kirsten Scott, who thought she could play hero and teach us a lesson. We put her down too. Now look at where that got her and where that got us. Kirsten Scott…the number one contender to the Adrenaline Championship…but who owns a victory over her bitch ass?
We do. So where’s our Adrenaline Title shot?
People don’t like what we had to say about Colleen? How about instead of screwing around with with the has-been of the Braddock family, she come and shut us up herself? We’d gladly take that Television Title away from her.
Now, The Vision marches into Boston to take on Light in the Darkness. Now those two goodie-goodie happen to be the most recent former SCW World Tag Team Champions. Oh but they’re not as goodie goodie as they want you to think, now are they? At least, Amelia isn’t. How did it feel to use the influence of Frank Delatosso to become SCW World Champion? Hey, who are we to fault you or shame you? Then again, The Vision doesn’t pretend to be the good guys. We know who we are and we embrace who we are. All we care about is you are also the former SCW World Champion. So the way I see it, once we beat your asses on Breakdown, we should be entitled to maybe a Tag Title Shot or a World Title shot even. How does that sounds, Mels?
I think it sounds like time for our first set of hashtags!
#AdrenalineTitle
#TelevisionTitle
#TagTitle
#WorldTitle
Fiona is right. Everything has been going our way since we put Carsons and Scott in the rearview mirror. No more silly gardens, no more idiots playing hero. Just The Vision ready to do what we promised to do from the very beginning; take over this company. And what better way to kick off a hostile takeover than to knock off arguably the greatest tag team in SCW history? Except you won’t be known as the greatest for very long, now will you?
Therein lies the rub; the greatest of all time never is content for anything less than total supremacy. And at one time you had that. The World Title and the World Tag Titles. You had it all in the palm of your hands. But you fumbled the ball in the build to Rise To Greatness. Then you fumbled again at Rise To Greatness. Especially YOU, Amelia. You had it all until you lost everything. Now what? Are you going to try and be the good guy again? Are you going to pretend to be the wholesome hero? Which brings up the next hashtags…
#Hypocrite
#Fraud
#Pretender
Because that is precisely who you are. A hypocrite who claimed she wasn’t doing anything wrong while gladly accepting the backroom deals and political assistance from Mr. Delatosso. Like Fiona said, we are honest with everyone about who and what we are. We would gladly accept the politics and backroom deals from Frank Delatosso. Because unlike my naive, foolish mother who thinks that this sport can be pure, we understand that professional wrestling is cruel and that only the vicious, the violent, and the ruthless will survive and thrive.
Which brings up another point. I’m going to give you a piece of advice, advice I gave Carsons and Scott but they ignored it. They paid the price when we beat them at Rise To Greatness. So don’t make their mistake and ignore my words of wisdom:
We are NOTHING like Glory Braddock.
You two may have tense relations with my foolish mother but make no mistake about it, you three are like peas in a pod. You are on the same page. You are practically all the same person. So idealistic. So foolishly naive. That is why I will one day rip the Braddock family wrestling legacy out of her cold dead hands and why on Breakdown we will beat you to death.
Evil will always triumph. Because good is dumb.
Did you just quote Lord Dark Helmet?
Hey! Forgive me! I watched Spaceballs last night! Hey, if the shoe fits! Besides, I think we can all agree that the only thing dumber than good is good people who think they can lecture everyone else about morality while conveniently ignoring their own hypocrisy.
Oh, absolutely, Fiona! And speaking of people who love to lecture others, that brings us right back to Amelia and Luz! You see, my lovelies, there is something rather fascinating about people like Light in the Darkness. They genuinely believe that because they have good intentions, the universe somehow owes them a happy ending. They believe that because they fight for what is right, they will always find a way to overcome whatever obstacles are put in front of them.
How precious!
Unfortunately, this isn’t a fairy tale, Amelia. There isn’t going to be some magical moment where you summon the strength to overcome the wicked sisters and ride off into the sunset with your dignity intact. This is Supreme Championship Wrestling, and at Breakdown, you are going to discover that good intentions don’t mean a damn thing when you’re lying flat on your back and The Vision is standing over you!
And let me make something perfectly clear, Luz. I don’t care how many times you’ve stood beside Amelia, how many inspirational speeches you’ve listened to, or how many people you’ve convinced that you’re one of the good guys. None of that is going to save you from me. You can bring all the light you want, sweetheart, but I’m bringing the darkness, the violence, and a whole lot of Boston attitude!
And that, my lovelies, is the difference between us. You two want to inspire people. You want to be role models. You want everyone to look at you and believe that professional wrestling is about courage, friendship, and doing the right thing.
We want to win.
We want championships. We want influence. We want our names to be the first ones mentioned whenever someone discusses the future of this company. And if we have to step on a few fragile egos, shatter a few illusions, and send a few beloved heroes home crying to their therapists along the way? Well, that’s simply the cost of doing business!
And the beautiful thing, Mels, is that we don’t even have to pretend to be something we’re not. We don’t need to smile for the cameras and tell everyone how wonderful we are. We don’t need to shake hands with people we despise or pretend we’re all one big happy wrestling family. We’re The Vision. We see what we want, we go after it, and we take it. Simple as that!
Exactly! Which is why I want you both to pay very close attention to what happens when we walk into Boston. Fiona will have her hometown behind her, I’ll have my beautiful sister-in-arms beside me, and together we’ll demonstrate precisely why The Vision is the most dangerous force in SCW today.
And when the dust settles, when the referee raises our hands, and when Amelia and Luz are left trying to figure out where everything went wrong, I want you to remember something very important.
This wasn’t an accident.
It wasn’t bad luck.
It wasn’t some grand conspiracy against the poor, innocent heroines of SCW.
It was the inevitable result of underestimating two women who know exactly who they are and exactly what they want.
And if you think Boston is going to make me sentimental, Amelia, think again. This is my city. These are my people. They know exactly who I am, and they know I don’t come home to play nice. I come home to kick ass!
Now THAT is the sort of hometown welcome I like to hear!
So, Amelia. Luz. Enjoy the remaining time you have before Breakdown. Hug each other. Tell each other how proud you are of everything you’ve accomplished. Remind yourselves that you’re former champions and that you’ve overcome adversity before. Because when you step into that ring with The Vision, your past accomplishments won’t save you, your friendship won’t protect you, and your moral superiority won’t mean a damn thing. The future belongs to those with the vision to seize it.
And, my lovelies, the future belongs to US!
#TheVision
#BostonBadass
#GoldenGoddess
#HostileTakeover
This has been Vlog #74, my lovelies. Remember to like, subscribe, and share with all your friends. And if you’re one of those people who still believes that good always triumphs over evil?
Well, I have a little piece of advice for you.
Stop watching fairy tales.
Start watching The Vision.
Kisses, my lovelies! Mwah![/color]
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October 14th, 2026
Boston, Massachusetts
Off Camera
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The backstage area of the historic downtown Boston music venue hummed with a low, vibrating energy, carrying the heavy thrum of bass notes through the concrete floors and brick walls. It was the night before Melinda Braddock and Fiona Logan were scheduled to step into the ring for their tag team match against Light in the Darkness on SCW Breakdown, but for tonight, the squared circle was momentarily forgotten. Instead, the humid autumn air inside the backstage wings smelled faintly of stale beer, aged wood smoke, and the metallic heat of vintage amplifiers pushed to their absolute limits. Colored stage lights bled through the thick black curtains, casting fleeting flashes of indigo and amber across the cluttered equipment cases, spare drum hardware, and tangled bundles of speaker cables scattered across the floor.
Leaning against a reinforced flight case just off stage left, Melinda Braddock looked entirely out of place in the gritty, subterranean atmosphere of the underground club, yet she carried herself with the effortless, aristocratic confidence of someone who owned every room she entered. She wore a tailored, double breasted wool coat in a striking shade of deep midnight blue over a fine silk blouse, the rich fabric contrasting sharply against the industrial backdrop. Her platinum blonde hair was styled with immaculate precision, falling in soft, cascading waves that caught the dim overhead bulbs. Her dark, calculating eyes scanned the chaotic backstage area with a look of cool detachment, observing the frantic stage crew rushing past with mic stands and guitar leads as if they were moving in slow motion. To Melinda, this excursion was not merely a sentimental favor for an old acquaintance, but another calculated move in the grand design of her expanding influence.
Beside her, taking up a monumental amount of space in the narrow corridor, stood Clyde Sutter. The massive enforcer maintained his usual stoic and immovable posture, arms crossed over the thick chest of his heavy black zip up hoodie. His powerful frame radiated a quiet, intimidating authority that naturally cleared a path whenever venue staff or fellow musicians hurried past. His long black hair was tied back tightly from his face, emphasizing his sharp jawline and unblinking gaze as he watched the performance unfolding just a few feet away through a gap in the heavy curtains. Clyde was a man who appreciated raw effort and discipline, and while music was far removed from the brutal mechanics of professional wrestling, he respected anyone who poured their entire soul into their craft under demanding conditions.
Standing closest to the edge of the stage, caught entirely in the spell of the music, was Fiona Logan. Her posture was loose and relaxed, a rare break from the tightly wound intensity that usually defined her life on the road. She wore her signature dark burgundy leather motorcycle jacket zipped halfway down over a fitted black band tee, paired with rugged denim jeans and scuffed combat boots. Her long black hair, slashed with its striking crimson streaks, cascaded freely over her shoulders, gently swaying as she tapped her boot to the heavy, driving rhythm of the song. For Fiona, this moment carried a profound emotional weight. Seeing Jacob Reilly up there on a proper stage, playing with a genuine fire in his eyes and commanding the room, felt like a vindication of the past. The lingering shadows of her turbulent youth in Boston and the manipulative control of Todd Osbourne seemed a million miles away, washed clean by the crashing waves of distorted guitar chords and driving percussion.
“Damn, Jacob is doing great out there isn’t he?” Fiona says, her face sporting a wide ear to ear grin. Melinda sighs with a polite smile.
“I suppose. If you like this kind of music.”
“Oh come on! It’s great!” Fiona pats Melinda on the back. “Loosen up a little, Mels!”
“Oh I am quite loose and relaxed.” Melinda points out. “And I am happy for your boyfriend.”
“Heh, nice one, Mels.” Fiona snickers. “But I think calling us an item is a bit of an exaggeration.”
“You do like him.”
“I do, I admit it.” Fiona nods her head. “But what we had was back in high school. It was like a lifetime ago.” She shrugs her shoulders. “Let’s just see what fate has in store…I mean, that’s what you and the big guy would say, right?”
“Indeed.” Clyde nods his head in agreement. “Fate dictates all.”
“Let us not forget who has dictated your boyfriend…excuse me, Jacob’s…opportunity this evening.” Melinda casts a loving gaze at Clyde. “Lilith Sutter’s fingerprints are all over this.”
“I know. Tonight he’s the headliner. In a week he is the opening act for a larger but less well known group. Jacob’s grateful. I’m grateful. It’s remarkable how fast she operates.”
“Not only that but Lilith has ensured music industry giants are in attendance tonight and will be in attendance to listen to Jacob next week. But Mr. Reilly must understand that this is just an opportunity.”
Through the parting of the heavy velvet curtains, the stage lights blazed down fiercely on the five piece band as they tore through the climax of their set. At the center of the spotlight stood Jacob, completely lost in the music. Sweat plastered his dark hair to his forehead, and his fingers moved with fluid, practiced speed across the fretboard of his sunburst electric guitar, coaxing a soaring, melodic lead riff from the stack of cranked amplifiers. The small but vocal crowd packed into the venue cheered enthusiastically, their hands raised in the air as the heavy drumbeat anchored the entire room in a hypnotic groove. Jacob glanced over toward the wings between vocal lines, his eyes briefly locking onto Fiona standing just off stage. A broad, genuine smile broke across his face, sharing a silent moment of mutual triumph before stepping back to the mic to deliver the final chorus. The heavy amplifiers hummed with residual feedback, vibrating through the floorboards and signaling the approaching end of the song, while The Vision stood united in the shadows, watching the culmination of an old friendship bridging the gap into a brand new future.
“Yeah, I get it, and so does Jacob.” Fiona nods her head. “He wouldn’t want anything handed to him. He wants to earn it. He just needs a chance.”
“And he has that chance.” Melinda smiles warmly as she places a hand on Fiona’s shoulder. “Just like how I gave you the opportunity, how the Braddock family gave you a chance to make your dreams of being a professional wrestler come true. It is truly heartwarming that you believe in Jacob, just as I have believed in you, Fiona.”
“I appreciate it, Mels. You know that.” Fiona embraces her adoptive sister in a tight hug. “I know I wouldn’t be here today if it weren’t for you, if it weren’t the Braddock family.”
The final chord echoed through the venue before melting into a wall of amplifier feedback and the enthusiastic roar of the crowd. Across the stage, the house lights flickered back on, and Jacob unslung his guitar, handing it off to a stagehand with a quick nod of gratitude. Wiping sweat from his forehead with the back of his arm, he waded through the clutter of equipment cases and cables toward the wings where The Vision stood waiting.
“Hey,” Jacob smiled, his chest still heaving as he walked up to the trio “you guys actually made it. Thanks so much for coming out tonight.”
“We wouldn't miss it!” Fiona grinned, stepping forward to give him a quick, affectionate punch on the shoulder. “You killed it out there, Jacob!”
“It was...rather energetic,” Melinda offered with a polite, measured smile, smoothing the lapel of her midnight blue coat “you certainly possess a remarkable amount of stage presence. Even if the genre is not entirely my usual taste, the technical execution was quite respectable.”
“Strong work ethic on display. Good discipline.” Clyde crossed his massive arms over his chest, giving a slow, deliberate nod of approval. Jacob let out a relieved laugh, running a hand through his damp dark hair.
“I appreciate that coming from you guys. Especially you, man,” he added, turning his gaze toward Clyde and lowering his voice slightly. “I know whatever strings you and your sister pulled tonight...getting those industry guys down here...it means everything. Thank you.”
Fiona shook her head, her crimson streaked hair catching the dim overhead light as she stepped closer to him.
“Don't thank him too much,” Fiona said softly, her dark eyes looking up at him with genuine conviction “it was all you, Jacob. I know how hard you have worked for this. Sometimes people just need a chance to prove themselves, and someone who actually believes in what they can do.”
Jacob looked back at her, a quiet understanding passing between them in the busy backstage corridor. For a moment, the chaotic noise of the venue faded into the background, leaving only the steady reassurance that their paths, though wildly different now, had crossed exactly when they were meant to.
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Vlog #74
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Hello my lovelies! I am Melinda Braddock, The Third Generation Goddess and rightful leader of the Braddock family wrestling legacy, here for my 74th Vlog! And of course any Vlog of mine is not complete without my sister-in-arms, a woman who truly understands and appreciates the value and VISION that I have for professional wrestling because of everything it has done for her. So please welcome at this time my co-host, my partner in crime…the Anne Bonny to my Mary Reed, the Thelma to my Louise…she is The Boston Badass, she is Fiona Logan!
Anne Bonny and Mary Reed I like. Nice historical pirate reference, Mels. But Thelma and Louise? Seriously, Mels? Can’t think of anything better?
Sorry, Fiona, but we can’t be Bonnie and Clyde. That’s; me and my Harbinger of Fate.
Fair enough.
Supreme Championship Wrestling is rolling right into Boston, Massachusetts, the city that helped make Fiona Logan. So to all of my Boston lovelies out there, I expect you to give The Vision, and especially my sister Fiona, a very warm welcome when we walk that aisle for Breakdown to take on Light in the Darkness. Amelia and Luz, I’ll address you two in a moment. But first I think it is appropriate that this next portion of today’s Vlog over to Fiona. After all, this is HER homecoming. SHE is the hometown hero. So go ahead, my dear sister, the floor is yours!
Thanks Mels.
Now, what should I start out with except…thank you. Thank you Boston for always having my back. Through thick and thin, good times and bad, Boston has always been there for me and in turn I always have been a Boston girl. I supported the Pats during our dynasty years under Brady and I supported them during our rebuilding years. Bruins, Celtics, Red Sox, they all get my support. This great city always has my support because the streets of Boston have always been by my side to support me and help me up when I was down. I’m ride or die Boston so I look forward to marching into my hometown and whipping the collective asses of Nevado and Luz.
Second thing I want to say is a simple warning to each and every son of a bitch on the SCW roster, and I don’t just mean tag teams. Every. Single. One of you are officially on notice! Because the fact is, ladies and germs, that things are going The Vision’s way! Just as Scarlet Carsons. She stuck her nose in Vision business and we put her down like a bad dog. Just as Kirsten Scott, who thought she could play hero and teach us a lesson. We put her down too. Now look at where that got her and where that got us. Kirsten Scott…the number one contender to the Adrenaline Championship…but who owns a victory over her bitch ass?
We do. So where’s our Adrenaline Title shot?
People don’t like what we had to say about Colleen? How about instead of screwing around with with the has-been of the Braddock family, she come and shut us up herself? We’d gladly take that Television Title away from her.
Now, The Vision marches into Boston to take on Light in the Darkness. Now those two goodie-goodie happen to be the most recent former SCW World Tag Team Champions. Oh but they’re not as goodie goodie as they want you to think, now are they? At least, Amelia isn’t. How did it feel to use the influence of Frank Delatosso to become SCW World Champion? Hey, who are we to fault you or shame you? Then again, The Vision doesn’t pretend to be the good guys. We know who we are and we embrace who we are. All we care about is you are also the former SCW World Champion. So the way I see it, once we beat your asses on Breakdown, we should be entitled to maybe a Tag Title Shot or a World Title shot even. How does that sounds, Mels?
I think it sounds like time for our first set of hashtags!
#AdrenalineTitle
#TelevisionTitle
#TagTitle
#WorldTitle
Fiona is right. Everything has been going our way since we put Carsons and Scott in the rearview mirror. No more silly gardens, no more idiots playing hero. Just The Vision ready to do what we promised to do from the very beginning; take over this company. And what better way to kick off a hostile takeover than to knock off arguably the greatest tag team in SCW history? Except you won’t be known as the greatest for very long, now will you?
Therein lies the rub; the greatest of all time never is content for anything less than total supremacy. And at one time you had that. The World Title and the World Tag Titles. You had it all in the palm of your hands. But you fumbled the ball in the build to Rise To Greatness. Then you fumbled again at Rise To Greatness. Especially YOU, Amelia. You had it all until you lost everything. Now what? Are you going to try and be the good guy again? Are you going to pretend to be the wholesome hero? Which brings up the next hashtags…
#Hypocrite
#Fraud
#Pretender
Because that is precisely who you are. A hypocrite who claimed she wasn’t doing anything wrong while gladly accepting the backroom deals and political assistance from Mr. Delatosso. Like Fiona said, we are honest with everyone about who and what we are. We would gladly accept the politics and backroom deals from Frank Delatosso. Because unlike my naive, foolish mother who thinks that this sport can be pure, we understand that professional wrestling is cruel and that only the vicious, the violent, and the ruthless will survive and thrive.
Which brings up another point. I’m going to give you a piece of advice, advice I gave Carsons and Scott but they ignored it. They paid the price when we beat them at Rise To Greatness. So don’t make their mistake and ignore my words of wisdom:
We are NOTHING like Glory Braddock.
You two may have tense relations with my foolish mother but make no mistake about it, you three are like peas in a pod. You are on the same page. You are practically all the same person. So idealistic. So foolishly naive. That is why I will one day rip the Braddock family wrestling legacy out of her cold dead hands and why on Breakdown we will beat you to death.
Evil will always triumph. Because good is dumb.
Did you just quote Lord Dark Helmet?
Hey! Forgive me! I watched Spaceballs last night! Hey, if the shoe fits! Besides, I think we can all agree that the only thing dumber than good is good people who think they can lecture everyone else about morality while conveniently ignoring their own hypocrisy.
Oh, absolutely, Fiona! And speaking of people who love to lecture others, that brings us right back to Amelia and Luz! You see, my lovelies, there is something rather fascinating about people like Light in the Darkness. They genuinely believe that because they have good intentions, the universe somehow owes them a happy ending. They believe that because they fight for what is right, they will always find a way to overcome whatever obstacles are put in front of them.
How precious!
Unfortunately, this isn’t a fairy tale, Amelia. There isn’t going to be some magical moment where you summon the strength to overcome the wicked sisters and ride off into the sunset with your dignity intact. This is Supreme Championship Wrestling, and at Breakdown, you are going to discover that good intentions don’t mean a damn thing when you’re lying flat on your back and The Vision is standing over you!
And let me make something perfectly clear, Luz. I don’t care how many times you’ve stood beside Amelia, how many inspirational speeches you’ve listened to, or how many people you’ve convinced that you’re one of the good guys. None of that is going to save you from me. You can bring all the light you want, sweetheart, but I’m bringing the darkness, the violence, and a whole lot of Boston attitude!
And that, my lovelies, is the difference between us. You two want to inspire people. You want to be role models. You want everyone to look at you and believe that professional wrestling is about courage, friendship, and doing the right thing.
We want to win.
We want championships. We want influence. We want our names to be the first ones mentioned whenever someone discusses the future of this company. And if we have to step on a few fragile egos, shatter a few illusions, and send a few beloved heroes home crying to their therapists along the way? Well, that’s simply the cost of doing business!
And the beautiful thing, Mels, is that we don’t even have to pretend to be something we’re not. We don’t need to smile for the cameras and tell everyone how wonderful we are. We don’t need to shake hands with people we despise or pretend we’re all one big happy wrestling family. We’re The Vision. We see what we want, we go after it, and we take it. Simple as that!
Exactly! Which is why I want you both to pay very close attention to what happens when we walk into Boston. Fiona will have her hometown behind her, I’ll have my beautiful sister-in-arms beside me, and together we’ll demonstrate precisely why The Vision is the most dangerous force in SCW today.
And when the dust settles, when the referee raises our hands, and when Amelia and Luz are left trying to figure out where everything went wrong, I want you to remember something very important.
This wasn’t an accident.
It wasn’t bad luck.
It wasn’t some grand conspiracy against the poor, innocent heroines of SCW.
It was the inevitable result of underestimating two women who know exactly who they are and exactly what they want.
And if you think Boston is going to make me sentimental, Amelia, think again. This is my city. These are my people. They know exactly who I am, and they know I don’t come home to play nice. I come home to kick ass!
Now THAT is the sort of hometown welcome I like to hear!
So, Amelia. Luz. Enjoy the remaining time you have before Breakdown. Hug each other. Tell each other how proud you are of everything you’ve accomplished. Remind yourselves that you’re former champions and that you’ve overcome adversity before. Because when you step into that ring with The Vision, your past accomplishments won’t save you, your friendship won’t protect you, and your moral superiority won’t mean a damn thing. The future belongs to those with the vision to seize it.
And, my lovelies, the future belongs to US!
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This has been Vlog #74, my lovelies. Remember to like, subscribe, and share with all your friends. And if you’re one of those people who still believes that good always triumphs over evil?
Well, I have a little piece of advice for you.
Stop watching fairy tales.
Start watching The Vision.
Kisses, my lovelies! Mwah![/color]
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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