OOC: Takes place immediately following Deanna's first FF roleplay.

The first of two from me.

Enjoy.



The Syren Song: Verse 415
"That’s not mathematically sound"

1 of 2 || Echoes of Trauma, Chapter Six: The Slow March Forward

Colleen's Chronicles: Chapter 12 - Knowing

OOC: I'm only going to do one RP each for all of my characters in this FF and EFN team will be strictly promo only. Federico, Oskar and Kemal will all have their CD and promo pieces.

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Federico's SupremeCW debut as apart of The European Fiery Nation.

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December 25th, 2025
Birmingham, England
Off Camera
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Clyde Sutter may appear to be a stoic, cold hearted, emotionless asshole on the outside; but to say that he doesn’t have feelings or that he doesn’t care about anyone is most definitely wrong. The Harbinger of Fate most definitely cares; he cares a great deal for his beloved Melinda Braddock. He would quite literally do anything she asked of him. He is almost as loyal to Melinda’s adopted sister Fiona Logan, but not quite. Only Melinda and Melinda alone holds the soul of The Assassin in the palm of her hand. Sutter is fiercely loyal to the sisters, to the duo known as The Vision. Therefore Sutter feels bad that they failed in their quest to become SCW World Tag Team Champions at Shattered Reality. Despite what many may think, The Harbinger of Fate is disappointed in himself; he is disappointed that he did not fulfill his promise to end Shaun Cruze’s return before it even got under way. Sutter may be a disciple of Fate, he may believe strongly in Fate, but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t care about the spotlight, winning gold, and earning money.

Still, Fate has told him to be patient and wait, that his time will come; and that time might very well be coming sooner than expected. Fatal Fortunes is next on the list and that event is the one event on the SCW calendar that Sutter likes more than anything else. Fatal Fortunes relies heavily on Fate. No one truly controls their destiny, Fate controls their destiny, and on these two nights no one can deny otherwise. The Assassin, being an ally of Fate and disciple of Fate, believes that this event will favor him over the others. Fate may very well use Fatal Fortunes to reward not only Clyde Sutter but The Vision as well for their fierce loyalty to the cause and for their belief.

He certainly hopes so, because things have not been well in The Vision camp lately. Sutter can feel the tension and it isn’t just from the losses at Shattered Reality. Fiona Logan is being stalked by her abusive former foster father. Sutter and beloved Melinda hated leaving Fiona behind in Miami with Todd Osbourne on the loose but they know she is safe in the care of Glory Braddock and Kurt Logan. Besides, Clyde has issues of his own to deal with; namely his sister, Lilith Sutter, issues that require his presence in England.

The house sat quietly along a narrow Birmingham street, one of many modest homes pressed shoulder to shoulder in a neat row, its brick exterior darkened slightly by years of rain and city air. There was nothing about it that demanded attention, and that was part of its charm. A small front window glowed softly from within, curtains drawn just enough to let the light spill onto the pavement outside. The evening was cool, carrying the distant sounds of traffic and the occasional echo of footsteps, reminders that the city was still awake even as this particular home retreated inward. Inside, the warmth was immediate. The living room was compact but comfortable, shaped by practicality rather than excess. The furniture did not match in any deliberate way, but everything felt chosen with care and kept with intention. A well worn sofa faced a simple television stand, and a low coffee table bore the quiet evidence of daily life. A few framed photographs lined the walls, moments captured from different chapters of their lives, blending past and present into a single shared space. The lighting was gentle and unassuming, coming from a single lamp that cast soft shadows across the room.

Melinda Braddock moved easily through the space, as though the house responded to her presence. She was dressed in a feminine outfit that felt almost poetic in its contrast to the humble setting. A soft, flowing skirt fell to just below her knees, the fabric light and elegant, swaying subtly with each step she took. The color was refined without being loud, a shade that complemented her almost platinum blonde hair and fair complexion. Her top was fitted and graceful, tucked neatly into the waistband of the skirt, its fabric smooth and delicate. The neckline was modest but flattering, emphasizing her posture and the natural elegance she carried even in quiet moments. Her shoes were simple yet refined, low heeled and practical enough for the home, but still undeniably feminine. They made only the faintest sound against the floor as she moved. A delicate necklace rested at her collarbone, catching the lamplight in brief flashes, and small earrings framed her face without drawing attention away from it. Her hair was styled softly, not rigid or overdone, falling neatly around her shoulders in a way that felt natural rather than staged. The overall effect was one of effortless grace, as though she had dressed not to impress an audience but simply to be herself.

Clyde Sutter, by contrast, looked as though he had shed every layer of performance the moment he crossed the threshold. He was dressed down to the bare essentials, his clothing chosen entirely for comfort. A loose, worn t shirt clung lightly to his frame, the fabric softened by countless washes. The sleeves hung casually against his arms, and the collar sat slightly stretched, a testament to familiarity rather than neglect. He wore a pair of relaxed sweatpants, dark and unassuming, sitting low on his hips, and his feet were bare against the floor. His long black hair was pulled back loosely, not with any particular care, strands escaping to frame his face. There was no trace of the imposing presence he carried in arenas, no calculated posture or intensity. Here, his shoulders were relaxed, his movements unguarded. He looked at ease in a way that only came from being completely at home, both in the space and with the person beside him.

The house itself reflected their shared life in subtle ways. A folded blanket rested over the arm of the sofa, suggesting evenings spent together in quiet comfort. A mug sat forgotten on the coffee table, its contents long gone cold. The air carried a faint mix of familiar scents, clean laundry, brewed tea, and something warm that lingered from earlier cooking. Outside, the city pressed close, but inside, the walls held firm, creating a small pocket of calm.

“You know, while we are here in England, we could train at my grandfather’s wrestling school.” Melinda says cheerfully.

“You do recall that the the trainers are not all that fond of me, do you not?”

“Of course but you are about to be family.” Melinda winks playfully. “My future husband. You get the family perks. Besides, we DO have Fatal Fortunes coming up, and my grandfather always knew the craziest, wildest, most inventive of ways to prepare for any and every scenario. The staff at the Braddock Wrestling School has kept up that tradition.”

“As well they should.” Clyde remarks. “Fatal Fortunes will bring about chaos to the roster, chaos because they are all taught to anticipate, to prepare, to believe that they are in control. When Fate takes away their control they descend into anarchy. But you and I, we already KNOW that Fate is in control. We are loyal to Fate and that chaos will have no affect on us.”

“You sound confident.”

“I am confident because I trust in Fate.” Sutter states boldly. “Regardless of what may have happened in the past, at Shattered Reality, our opportunity to take the next big step in SCW is right here and right now with Fatal Fortunes. This should be OUR event, my love. No one should be able to stop us at Fatal Fortunes.”

“You make it sound too easy.” Melinda runs her hand across his strong, chiseled chest. “We will not know what Fate has in store for us, either.”

“Correct, but I still trust in Fate, and that is what Fatal Fortunes is built upon…Fate. Fatal Fortunes was created in order to remind the arrogant stars of SCW that FATE is in control of their destinies.”

“I just hope Fate will reward us.” Melinda states. “I think you and I both deserve some gold. You know what I mean?”

“You deserve all of the gold in the world, my love.” Clyde says sweetly. “I hope you do get the title match you want. However, if you do not, and if I am lucky enough to get a title match, I promise you that I will win it FOR YOU and I will gift it TO YOU.” Sutter’s eyes are intense. “I mean it.”

“Thanks, babe, but you shouldn’t just ignore yourself.” Melinda smirks. “I wouldn’t mind marrying a SCW Champion.”

“I know you wouldn’t.” Clyde smiles warmly. “And I am certain that Fate will fall in OUR direction these two nights of Fatal Fortunes.”

“I hope so, but my point stands, trying to prepare for anything and everything we can possibly prepare for wouldn’t hurt.” Melinda remarks. “And my grandfather’s school isn’t that far away.”

“Fair enough.” Clyde nods his head. “Just remember, my beloved, we are not here because of Fatal Fortunes. We are not even here to tour my old stomping grounds or your old home. We are here for other, graver, more serious business.”

“Lilith.”

The name comes across Melinda’s lips as if it were a plague. Lately she has been a plague. She is Clyde’s sister and harassed him for months trying to get him to join her criminal empire. Clyde and Melinda thought she was gone but she still stalked him, secretly and covertly. Now Lilith has made a full blown return and wants to speak with Clyde. He is suspicious, of course, despite her offer of peace and goodwill. She claims that she is not in the criminal business anymore, that her operations are completely legitimate. Melinda does not think seeing Lilith is a good idea but Clyde fears that she will not go away unless he listens to what she has to say.

“I know you feel strongly about her…”

“She called me a whore.” Melinda snaps back. “Not to mention she is a criminal.”

“Is…was…we are not sure. She claims she is legitimate.” Sutter sighs as he digs through his pockets. “Although that did remind me…” he produces a small box. He passes it over to Melinda. She opens it up and it contains a huge diamond.

“Oh my God…” Melinda’s voice trails off “...Clyde, how did you…”

“I didn’t.” He shakes his head. “That was a gift from Lilith. She insisted that you take it. She wanted you to consider it a peace offering for the nasty things she has said about you.”

“So she’s trying to buy me off?” Melinda frowns.

“I honestly have no idea, my love.”

“For God’s sake, Clyde, she is YOUR sister!” Melinda exclaims. “How could you NOT know your own sister?”

“That’s the only reason I am even considering her offer…” his voice trails off. Melinda’s eyes grow wide with shock.

“You cannot be seriously considering working with her?”

“No, not working with her.” He shakes his head. “But LISTENING to what she has to say? Yes, I am considering it.”

“Why?!” Melinda asks. “She’s dangerous!”

“She is family.” Sutter says stoically. “She is my only connection to a past that I know very little about.”

The Assassin’s rough exterior begins to show cracks, signs of real emotion which are rare from this intimidating figure. Even Melinda is surprised. She watches him as he slowly walks past her and sits down on the sofa. Braddock approaches slowly and joins him on the sofa, wrapping an arm around his shoulder.

“It’s ok…you can talk to me…” she says gently with compassion in her voice.

“All I know for a fact about my father is that his name was Ethan. Ethan Sutter. Everything else I have heard is all hearsay. It is all talk and rumor. I heard that he was a common criminal. I heard he was a drug user. I heard he was a cult leader. Then again I also heard he was just part of some strange Christian sect.”

“You know your mother.” Melinda remarks. “Autumn Van Stanton.”

“Yes, my mother.” Clyde chuckles. “That is the only other thing I know about my father. Whether he was acting on a cultish religious belief or if he was just an unfaithful bastard, he had no faith towards any one female. Lilith and I have different mothers due to our father sleeping around.” He turns towards Melinda, runs a strong hand through her long blonde hair. “I do not want to be like my father…but I do want to know ABOUT him. I want to know where I came from. Lilith may have the answers. She is the only way I can find any answers. Besides, she is my sister and I cannot change that.”

“You cannot pick your family, that is for sure.” Melinda sighs. “You’re going to see her whether I like it or not.”

“I would walk to hell and back for you, my love, but on this one occasion I must do something you will not like. I must visit my sister. I must hear what she has to say in hopes of learning about my past.”

“Very well…” Melinda nods her head “...you have my blessing.”

“Thank you.”

“Just be careful.”

Melinda Braddock hugs Clyde Sutter tightly. She is afraid for him, afraid of what he is getting himself into. Clyde himself is anxious, though he would never show it. He knows how dangerous his sister is; he knows what she is capable of. Still, he wants to know where he came from. He wants to know about his past, specifically about a father he never got to know. Lilith is the only possible connection he has, not to mention the fact that Lilith may never go away or leave them alone unless he at least listens to what she has to say. It may be dangerous but it is a risk The Assassin is willing to take.

PREVIOUSLY…OFF CAMERA

Shaun: So, what do you want from me?

(She hesitates, her eyes narrowing as she stares directly at him.)

Angyalka: Right now, space. Because I can’t even stand to look at you.

Shaun: Angy?

Angyalka: Out

Shaun: Angyalka?

Angyalka: OUT!!!!

(Shaun lets a deep breath escape, before getting to his feet.)

Shaun: I’m sorry

Angyalka: Sorry you got caught.

(As the door shut behind him, he realizes that he hadn’t even said goodbye to Dorothea who wouldn’t have a clue what was going on. For a moment he thought about walking back inside but knew that would be the worst thing he could possibly do. Instead, he gets in his car and just sits there, for a moment glancing at Angyalka looking through the window, probably to ensure he was going to leave, Dorothea in her arms, possibly a parting shot at him, purposely designed to hurt him. He starts the engine, and then with a sigh, takes the car down the driveway, pulling out onto the road and making his way away from the house. It isn’t long until he finds himself in probably the most predictable of places, a downtown bar where he knew he could drown his troubles. And after a few Jack Daniels, the process is at least part working, the pain certainly numbed. Perhaps it also draws some Dutch courage, because he finds himself pulling his cellphone out of his pocket, and dialing the one number he knows he shouldn’t. He waits a few moments, then hangs up, common sense getting the better of him. He then holds up a single finger, the barman nodding his acknowledgement, and his need for another drink.)

TWO HOURS LATER

(Having helped the bars profits for the evening, a round for the whole place a particular highlight, Shaun finds himself in his hotel room for the night. The mini bar was well stocked, and once again Shaun helps himself, knowing that the reality is that he wasn’t. Again, he calls the same number from earlier, this time allowing it to ring that little bit longer. This time he gets an answer, a woman’s voice.)

Woman: Hey… wasn’t expecting your call.

Shaun: Hi, wasn’t sure if you’d be awake.

Woman: Yeah, just reading, the husband is away on business.

Shaun: No difference there then

(The bitterness in his voice obvious, he makes no attempt to hide it. Why should he?

Woman: Are you ok, you sound weird?

Shaun: Thanks

Woman: No, you just don’t sound the same that’s all.

Shaun: Guess that’s my good friend Jack.

Woman: …

(The silence tells its own story, but Shaun was passed caring right now, the drink having yes numbed the pain, but also taken away an of his inhibitions.)

Woman: So, your drunk then?

Shaun: Seems so

Woman: Well, you know I prefer you sober, so how about you call me in the morning.

Shaun: No, I mean… I had to call you; there’s something I need to tell you.

(She scoffs)

Woman: I swear Shaun, if you say you love me, I’m hanging up. You know this was only ever a bit of fun.

Shaun: I know…

Woman: OK, so what’s this all about?

Shaun: He knows.

Woman: What do you mean?

Shaun: He knows about you and me Sarah. Angyalka knows as well.

(The woman we now know is named Sarah goes silent again, this time not out of concern as to what is going to be said, but more of a shock. When her and Shaun had met, it wasn’t ever going to be anything special, and in fact, she had been the one who had done all the chasing until Shaun eventually succumbed. A few late-night texts, many pictures of her in various states of undress, and eventually Shaun had agreed to meet, and since they had met many times. She understood men, and how they couldn’t help themselves, and with her husband almost ignoring her for the sake of his business, she craved attention and with Shaun she had gotten it. What she hadn’t planned for, was being found out.)

Sarah: How did he find out? We were discreet.

Shaun: Obviously not discrete enough… he hired a private investigator to follow you. Unfortunately, he hired one of the very best.

Sarah: Hold on though… have you spoken to my husband? How do you know that he knows about us?

Shaun: Because the private investigator is Chris Clay… who is a friend of mine. He gave me a heads up so I could come clean to Angyalka before she found out second hand. He’s not going to spill what he knows until I tell him I’ve told Angyalka. So, I’m giving you the same opportunity.

Sarah: Where are you now?

Shaun: I’m in a hotel room downtown… Angy asked me to leave.

Sarah: Oh… I’m sorry Shaun. Guess that explains why you are drunk

Shaun: Answer to everything… well for me anyways. Can you come round?

(Even saying the words, he knew he was wrong. He knew that meeting with Sarah tonight wouldn’t do him any favors tomorrow… but that was tomorrow. That was the thing with alcohol, many people thought it made you do things you didn’t realize you were doing, when the truth was it was more you didn’t care. And in his current state, with his wife no doubt questioning him, and their marriage more than ever before, he didn’t care. He just wanted to feel… something else.)

Sarah: No, I can’t come round Shaun

Shaun: You said he was on business.

Sarah: He is. But like I said, you and I was only ever supposed to be about fun. What happens next isn’t going to be anything like.

Shaun: So what are you saying?

Sarah: I’m saying it’s over Shaun. Sort things out with your wife, do everything that you can to make things better. But you and I can’t see each other again.

Shaun: But…

Sarah: No, we are done. Do not contact me again.

(The line goes dead abruptly; Shaun left in obvious shock. There was a more than a sense of having your cake and eating it, and he knew it. He also knew that the best thing to do now was go to sleep, and deal with everything in the morning. Instead, he does what every idiot on the brink of losing everything does, and puts himself further into the abyss, reaching once again for the mini bar, and chugging the liquid straight from the bottle, not even hesitating to see what it was he was drinking. That was the pattern of the evening, an evening that only came to an end when Shaun eventually and inevitably passed out.)

TWO DAYS LATER

(Shaun had tried, and failed to speak to Angyalka, the day after the big reveal Shaun going around to the house and found Angyalka and Dorothea gone, and a note left to say she had gone to stay with her parents. Truth was, her parents had never really taken to Shaun so would be reveling in this latest news, whilst at the same time showing concern for their daughter. Every call he tried to make when to voicemail, every text read but never replied to. The husband now knew of Sarah’s infidelity, but already she had wormed her way back in with him, he a lot more pathetic that Angyalka apparently. So getting out of Los Angeles and finding his way to Miami and Owen seemed to be his best option. Unfortunately for him, the welcome when he knocked on the door of his nephew wasn’t as warm as he’d expected.)

Owen: You’ve got some nerve showing up here you really do.

Shaun: Well, I guess I know who’s side you’re on. Been speaking with Angy I take it?

Owen: Not a case of sides, is it? It’s the case of someone who had everything, and may have just thrown it all away.

Shaun: I know…

Owen: Do you, because from where I’m looking, if you knew, you wouldn’t have skulked over here, and you’d be in LA trying to save your marriage.

Shaun: She’s not there… she’s gone back to Hungary.

(There is none of the usual command in Shaun’s voice. In fact, his tone comes across as nothing but pitiful. Owen closes his eyes and sighs.)

Owen: What have you done Shaun?

(Puffing out his cheeks, Owen makes his way to the fridge, pulling out a couple of orange juices. He knew right now, Shaun would be looking for something stronger, but he also knew that self-destruction wasn’t something he could allow Shaun to do. Handing Shaun the drink, the two of them go out onto the terrace overlooking the ocean, the boat that Orlando had left Owen, now restored, tied to the dock. They both take a seat, and for a moment sit in silence. It is Owen that breaks it first.)

Owen: Can I be honest with you Shaun?

Shaun: Sure…

Owen: I never once believed that you could just ‘be’ without wrestling, or Impact Media. I know, you wanted what I had, and I appreciated it when you told me that I had it all, but neither you, or my Dad could ever be someone who just ‘exists’. Your ego wouldn’t have ever allowed it.

Shaun: So why didn’t you say so at the time?

Owen: Wasn’t my place to was it? And for a while I thought you were going to prove me wrong, but then you had to have that last match with Konrad Raab. It was then when I really started to question it. I knew that in time, you were always going to get bored… it’s in your nature. And so you’ve proven.

Shaun: Not pulling your punches huh?

Owen: It’s something you need to hear. My family… my wife and kid, even my dick of a dog, they will always be the most important thing to me, I made sure that was always going to be the case. But for you, and Orlando… family could never be enough.

(Shaun lowers his head, knowing that his nephew was right.)

Shaun: I really wanted it to be

Owen: I know you did Shaun, but the moment you didn’t have something else, you started looking for something else didn’t you? That’s where this ‘woman’ came in. She was something for you to get excited about again. Something to relieve the ‘tedium’ you felt just being at home with the family. You shouldn’t have ever needed it, because you had something that millions will never possess, and now in chasing that excitement, you could have lost it all.

(Shaun can only listen and nod, agreeing with the sentiment. Truth was, he wished it was Angyalka giving him this lecture because she was the one he needed to really talk to. These were home truths, and hearing his character decimated by his nephew could have come across as patronizing, but Owen had been on the other end plenty of times.)

Owen: And, my guess is, you didn’t even love this woman, did you?

(It was a perfectly logical opinion, but it was still surprising to hear, as if it would have made any difference if he had.)

Shaun: No

Owen: A bit of fun yeah? Bet you both told each other a lot of times?

Shaun: Yeah.

Owen: I’m sorry Shaun, but it’s pathetic… and could have been so easily avoided if you’d not tried to chase your impossible dream. You could have gone part-time with SCW. You could have kept Impact Media on instead of selling it for a steal to Blake. Heck, you weren’t even that shit an actor… you could have done some more films, I’m sure you’d have got some work. It’s not nice having to say this Shaun because I love you. I wouldn’t be where I am today if it wasn’t for you, and I’ll always have to thank you for giving me this life. But you’ve fucked up, and you’ve fucked up bad, and right now, I’m not sure even you can wrangle your way out of this one. Angy is furious, and I can’t blame her.

Shaun: So, what do I do?

(It was a question that Owen knew he would be asked. A full circle moment, with Owen now the one taking the moral high ground and providing what advice he had to give. In Owen’s opinion, right now there was nothing Shaun could do but wait. Wait for an opportunity for Angyalka to give him a chance. But having spoken with her only twenty-four hours ago, Owen wasn’t sure she would even give him that chance. In her mind, the trust was broken, and potentially forever.)

Owen: I honestly believe your only option is to remain patient, because Angyalka rightfully holds all the cards. There is going to be a time when she has calmed down enough to talk to you, and that will be the moment where you decide if Angyalka is what you truly want or is this something that you are just going to do again, and again. More than anything though Shaun, you have GOT to make sure that Dorothea doesn’t suffer. Because if she does, and you don’t get things right with her, then it won’t just be Angyalka you’ll be dealing with.

(It was a thinly veiled threat, which showed just how much of a man Owen had become over the years. Owen cared for Dorothea deeply… Angyalka was an adult that could look after herself and then some… Dorothea was just a little girl. If she suffered, in any way, Owen wouldn’t hold his tongue, and he left Shaun with no doubts regarding that.)

Owen: One thing you don’t do Shaun, is revert to type and turn to the drink to solve all your problems, because that isn’t going to serve you well. Though recent events show otherwise, you aren’t stupid, and you are going to need a clear head for whatever comes next. I never thought I’d be the one to say this to you, but you need to sort out your life… one way or another.

(Again, every word rings true, with the burn of the sharpest knife. The fact he was hearing it from his nephew, and it wasn’t the other way around made the hurt still more. There was no debate, he HAD fucked up, and what happened from here on in, may not ever be on his terms. Nor was there any certainty of the perfect ending.)

LATER THAT DAY

(Though there had been some harsh words, Shaun and Owen still spent some time together at the Miami section of Owen and Adam Lucas’s wrestling franchise. No more was said about the elephant in the room, and Shaun had almost enjoyed himself passing on some wisdom to the students who didn’t have the first clue what he was going through, or the mistakes he had made. As they are packing up however, Shaun sat in his car ready to make his way back to the airport and head back to LA to wait for Angyalka’s return, his phone rings loudly, connected to the car itself. Shaun doesn’t recognize the number, but connects the call regardless, wondering if it might be Angy from a different phone.)

Shaun: Hello…

Man: So, you’re the asshole who’s been fucking my wife

(Shaun immediately goes on the defensive, and half thinks about hanging up.)

Shaun: Who is this?

Man: My name is David… I believe you have become quite close to my wife… Sarah.

(There isn’t anger in his voice, but a tone that comes across as quite threatening.)

Shaun: How did you get my number?

David: That doesn’t matter. What does matter is thanks to your friend Chris, I know who you are, and more importantly, what you are.

Shaun: What do you mean by that?

David: Former Professional Wrestler, Actor, Producer… only recently sold Impact Media for no doubt an extortionate amount of money. More importantly though, I’m guessing that you are the type of guy who would want to protect his public image… especially when you have a wife and daughter who could be affected by your little ‘indiscretions’ getting out.

Shaun: So that’s what this is about… money?

David: You tried to take my wife from me, so now I intend to take something from you.

Shaun: And the wife isn’t enough?

(David laughs)

David: Come now Shaun, that’s a bit like the pot calling the kettle black, is it not? Was your wife enough for you?

Shaun: Well, maybe if you’d not always been away on business…

David: Oh, the irony… I was away, because the business was in trouble. Sarah didn’t know the sacrifices I was making for her, but she does now. Thanks to you.

Shaun: So, what do you want?

David: That’s simple Shaun. I need five million dollars to get my company out of trouble, and you are going to give it to me.

Shaun: So, blackmail?

David: Let’s call it more bankrolling some debts. My guess is that to someone like you, your ‘name’ is everything, not to mention the hurt this coming out would bring on the family. Five million, and that all goes away. No five million, then I guess I reveal my story to the world and any ‘honor’ you had, is lost forever… with probably your family too.

(Shaun doesn’t miss the ‘honor’ dig. David had obviously done his homework. Nor was he naïve to the fact that this information would destroy all the credibility he had built over the years. And David knew it, the smugness in his voice obvious.)

David: I’ll give you a couple of days to make your decision, but I reckon you’ve already decided. Speak to you real soon Shaun… how’s that for an impact?

(The line goes dead, Shaun throwing the phone on the bed, shaking his head, something else for him to consider when he was at his lowest.)

Shaun: Can this get any worse?

(He’s only talking to himself… but what he didn’t know at this point was that it WAS going to get worse. MUCH worse.

Scene fades)

RP 1: https://docs.google.com/document/d/1xKXW...sp=sharing