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The Vision vs. The Glimmer Sisters - Kemal Yilmaz - 04-28-2026
SCW World Tag Team Championship
4 RP Limit for tag
3500 Word Per RP
Deadline: 11:59:59 pm ET SUNDAY, May 3, 2026
RE: The Vision vs. The Glimmer Sisters - The Assassin - 04-29-2026
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April 18th, 2026
Miami, Florida
Off Camera
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The waterfront at the Miami Marina stretched out in a long, glittering line where the city met the open water, a place where motion never quite stopped even when the pace slowed. It was early evening, that brief window when the sun hovered low enough to soften the heat but high enough to paint everything in a warm, golden wash. The sky was a layered blend of pale blue fading into amber near the horizon, streaked with thin clouds that caught the light and held it like brushstrokes. The water reflected it all in restless fragments, rippling under the wake of passing boats and the steady pull of the tide. The marina itself was alive with quiet activity. White yachts and smaller boats rocked gently in their slips, their polished surfaces gleaming under the fading sun. Ropes creaked softly against metal cleats. Masts clicked faintly as they shifted with the breeze. Somewhere out on the water, a motor hummed steadily, growing louder for a moment before fading again into the distance. The scent of salt hung in the air, clean and sharp, mixed with hints of fuel and sun warmed wood from the docks. Seagulls circled lazily overhead, their occasional cries cutting through the otherwise steady rhythm of the waterfront. A wide paved path ran along the edge of the marina, bordered by low railings and clusters of palm trees that leaned slightly toward the water as if drawn to it. The path was well used but not crowded, dotted with joggers, couples walking side by side, and the occasional cyclist weaving through at a careful pace. Benches faced the water at regular intervals, some occupied by people watching the boats drift or the sun begin its slow descent. The entire stretch carried a sense of openness, of space to breathe, even as the distant skyline of downtown Miami rose behind it in glass and steel.
It was along this path that Melinda Braddock and Fiona Logan ran, their footsteps falling into a steady rhythm that matched the cadence of the water beside them. The sound of their shoes against the pavement blended with the ambient noise of the marina, becoming part of the environment rather than interrupting it. Melinda, The Third Generation Goddess, moved with a smooth, practiced grace that made running look almost effortless. Her posture remained upright and controlled, her strides even and measured. She wore a fitted athletic set in a soft pastel tone, a pale rose sports bra paired with high waisted leggings that followed the lines of her body without restricting her movement. The fabric caught the light with a faint sheen, emphasizing the fluidity of her motion. Her blonde hair had been pulled back into a high ponytail that swayed rhythmically behind her, each step sending it into a controlled arc that never quite lost its shape despite the breeze coming off the water. Braddock’s running shoes were clean and streamlined, designed for performance but chosen with an eye for style as well. A lightweight smartwatch rested on her wrist, its screen occasionally lighting up as it tracked her pace and distance. Even in the middle of exertion, Melinda maintained a composed appearance. A light flush had settled across her cheeks from the run, and a fine layer of sweat caught the fading sunlight along her collarbone and temples, but nothing about her looked strained. She seemed fully in control of her body, her breathing steady, her movements precise.
Fiona, The Boston Badass, running beside her, carried a different kind of energy entirely. Where Melinda was fluid, Fiona was grounded. Her stride had a slight heaviness to it, not from lack of fitness but from the way she drove herself forward, as if each step was a deliberate act rather than a natural flow. She wore a dark athletic tank top that clung to her frame, the fabric dampened slightly with sweat, and a pair of black running shorts layered over compression shorts for support. Her long black hair had been pulled into a loose tie at the back of her head, but strands had already escaped, sticking to her neck and brushing against her face as she ran. Her shoes were well worn but reliable, broken in from repeated use. They struck the pavement with a more audible rhythm than Melinda’s, each step firm and purposeful. Fiona’s arms moved in tighter motions, her hands occasionally clenching and unclenching as if she were working through something beyond the physical effort. There was a tension in her that the run had not fully burned off, a lingering restlessness that showed in the set of her shoulders and the intensity of her gaze. She looked ahead most of the time, focusing on the path in front of her, but every so often her eyes drifted toward the water or the passing figures around them. The openness of the marina offered no real cover, yet something about the wide space seemed to suit her better than enclosed places. The breeze off the water cooled the sweat on her skin, lifting the loose strands of her hair and giving her brief moments of relief from the heat.
This is perfect exercise on a beautiful day in Miami for two-thirds of The Vision who will be challenging The Glimmer Sisters Gia and Gina for the SCW World Tag Team Championship at Hubris. They did battle with the Glimmers once before and came up short, despite Melinda Braddock’s strong belief that Fate was on their side. Now they have earned another opportunity, another chance to claim the gold and avenge that loss in the process. Melinda and Fiona also recognize that this time they might even have an advantage. The champions are seemingly focused on other problems within their careers; namely the use of their Trios Contract and harassing Dexter Grant. As a third generation wrestler who grew up in the business, Melinda knows all too well that too much distraction can be costly. The Vision could easily take advantage of this distraction and become champions. This could be the time that Fate truly is on the side of The Vision. The sisters also recognize that this could be their last opportunity. They already had one shot and failed. If they cannot get the job done this time, it may be a long time before The Vision will get another opportunity.
The pressure to perform and to win the tag team championship at Hubris isn’t the only thing on the mind of The Vision at this moment. There is an awkward, tense silence in the air as Melinda and Fiona make their run along the marina waterfront and get their exercise in; Melinda knows precisely why her adopted sister Fiona is tense right now. The emergence of Todd Osbourne, Fiona’s former foster, has created problems for The Boston Badass. Fiona has been constantly debating with herself as to whether or not she should give Todd another chance. She isn’t sure if she should trust him. And in this sense, Todd Osbourne is becoming a distraction for Fiona and, thus, distracting The Vision in their quest to become SCW World Tag Team Champions.
Together, they moved in sync despite their differences, their pace naturally aligning as they followed the curve of the waterfront. The golden light stretched their shadows along the pavement, merging and separating as they ran past the palm trees and benches. A jogger passed them going the opposite direction, offering a brief nod that Melinda acknowledged with a quick glance, while Fiona barely seemed to notice. The marina continued to unfold beside them, boats shifting gently in their slips, water lapping against the docks in a steady rhythm. The city loomed behind, its presence felt more than seen, while the open expanse of the water stretched out ahead, endless and calming in its own quiet way. As they rounded a bend in the path where the view widened and the sun dipped lower toward the horizon, their pace began to ease just slightly, the run transitioning from exertion into something more reflective. The moment settled around them, the sounds of the marina softening, the light deepening, and the weight of unspoken thoughts pressing just close enough to the surface that words felt inevitable.
“You’re tense…” Melinda remarks, finally breaking the silence after several quick awkward glances in Fiona’s direction.
“No, I’m not.” Fiona insists, shaking her head. “I’m good. Honest.”
“Are you sure?” Melinda asks, arching her brow curiously. “I mean, Hubris is coming up. This is our second shot at the SCW World Tag Team Championship. We are facing The Glimmer Sisters.”
“Yeah, the brats who beat us last time.” Fiona growls. “I’m gonna enjoy stomping them into the ground.”
“Yes, well, it appears as if this time Fate will gift us the victory and the championship. The Glimmers are distracted…busy worried with Dexter Grant, Wendell, Destiny, and even their Trios Contract…it seems that they have forgotten all about us.” Melinda smirks knowingly. “It is the perfect setup for a tag team championship victory.”
“Don’t give me that fate talk of yours, Mels.” Fiona snaps back furiously. “I’m definitely not in the mood for it. You always speak of fate and yet we still haven’t won the SCW tag straps. The big guy still hasn’t won back the Television Title. The Vision is still barely making any waves in this damn company. If fate’s plan for us is to just be a place holder for adult movie circus act rejects like The Glimmers then fate can shove it.”
The Third Generation Goddess lets the words hang high in the air as she studies Fiona’s face carefully. Melinda Braddock is well aware that Fiona does not buy into the notion of fate, nowhere near as much as she and Clyde Sutter do. But this outburst seems rare, even for Fiona. Braddock slowly comes to a stop near a bench and sits down. Fiona looks confused for a brief moment but shrugs her shoulders as she jogs over and joins Melinda, sitting next to her sister on the bench. They lock eyes. Melinda studies her carefully, intensely.
“Something else is bothering you.” Melinda states.
“No.” Fiona shakes her head. “I already told you, I’m fine.”
“Are you sure nothing is bothering you? Because if something is bothering you…or, rather, if SOMEONE is bothering you, even Fate may not be able to help us against The Glimmers at Hubris.”
There is a tense staredown between Melinda and Fiona. Finally The Boston Badass sighs and nods her head.
“Alright, I admit it…I’m a little stressed.” Fiona points a finger at Melinda. “But hell, you would be too if the man who raised you and failed miserably suddenly wants a damned do-over.”
“I figured as much.” Melinda nods her head. She then places a comforting gentle hand on Fiona’s shoulder. “But the important question here is for you; do YOU want a do-over?”
“Yeah…I mean, no…” Fiona is stumbling over her words, finally she just shrugs her shoulders as she becomes thoroughly indecisive “...maybe, I don’t really know. I mean, I admit that I want to believe he’s changed. I want to believe he is trying, that he is sincere. But something is off, Mels.”
“His methods are what’s off.” Melinda remarks. “He’s borderline stalker as opposed to a concerned father figure.”
“I want him to be better. I want to trust him.” Fiona sighs. “But I’m scared that if I do trust him, that if I open my heart to him again that he will just hurt me all over again.”
“I understand how scary it must be. And I do mean it when I say I understand, because I have been through it myself when my own biological father wanted to re-enter my life.” Melinda then sighs. “And I hate to come off harsh and blunt but at some point you need to deal with this, Fiona.”
“I know.”
“Do you?” Melinda asks curiously. “Because you keep going back and forth, one moment you want to give him a chance, the next you seem afraid to; but at some point you need to make a clear decision. At some point you do need to figure out what you are going to do about Todd Osbourne whether you decide to give him a chance or whether you decide to cast him out of your life permanently.” Melinda shakes her head. “But you cannot go on being indecisive, because this right here is serving as a distraction and The Vision cannot afford any distractions, especially not going into Hubris.”
“I know, damn it!” Fiona exclaims. “I know! Do you think I want to lose to those scantily clad circus freaks again? Do you think I want to suffer the indignation of losing to those adult film star rejects again?”
“I know you don’t.” Melinda shakes her head. “And we are so close to winning the SCW World Tag Title. But you need to have your head in the game if we are to get the job done. You need to be focused and on the same page with me if we are to win.”
“Heh, and here I thought Fate decides everything.” Fiona smirks knowingly. “Sounds like you’re not as solid about fate as you make it seem.”
“Clyde is a bit more extreme about fate than I am.” Melinda smiles warmly. “I admit, certain outside factors can potentially influence fate’s grand design. And this right here…” she taps Fiona on her head “...your mental state could influence it.”
“It’s good to hear you’re not as extreme as the big guy.” Fiona snickers. Melinda smiles, sensing that Fiona is finally calming down.
“So are we good?”
“We’re good, definitely.” Fiona nods her head. “I think I can put this Todd business behind us soon and then when we roll into Australia I’ll be one hundred percent focused on winning some gold.”
Fiona stands back up, assuming that she and Melinda will be resuming their run. But Melinda firmly, but gently, grabs her by the arm and pulls her back down onto the bench. Melinda shakes her head.
“Not yet.”
“Huh?”
“We’re going to run back home soon enough but not yet. I want to make certain that you meant what you said. No more indecision, Fiona. You have to make a plan.”
“I meant it, Mels.” Fiona nods her head. “Geez, I meant it. What more do you want from me?”
“A plan for how you will deal with Todd.”
“Do we have to talk about this now?” Fiona asks. Melinda nods her head.
“Yes because if we don’t, you will just put it off again and we’ll back right where we started. So right here, right now, you will make a plan for how you will deal with Todd. We get that over with now. Then we can turn our focus to The Glimmers, to Hubris.”
“Fine.” Fiona sighs and shrugs her shoulders. “Where should we start?”
“The obvious question is first; are you going to give him a chance or just try and kick him out of your life?”
“Well, I dunno…” Fiona’s voice trails off as she studies Melinda’s stoic gaze carefully “...wait, you said your dad tried to return to your life and it worked out, right?”
“It worked out beautifully.” Melinda nods her head. “He’s a very good man, very generous. He still helps mom and me out whenever we need it. I think he still feels guilty for running out on her after he got her pregnant with me.”
“Giving you anything you want because he feels guilty for how he treated you, eh?” Fiona snickers. “Sounds like another guy I know.”
“Clyde is different.”
“Riiiiiight…” Fiona winks playfully.
“My point is that yes, I have experienced what you have been through. Lucky for me, it all worked out.”
“True.” Fiona nods her head. “And y’know, maybe it will work out for me too?”
“So you do want to give him another chance?”
“I aint gonna lie, Mels, I’m still worried, I’m still nervous, but yeah, I do wanna give Todd another chance. I wanna see if he’s changed. Y’know?”
“Of course.” Melinda nods her head.
“So maybe it’s time that I met up with him again?” Fiona then looks over at Melinda. “You’ll be with me, right? I’m still not sure I can handle this on my own.” Melinda reaches out and clasps Fiona’s hands.
“I’ll be with you every step of the way.”