Clyde Sutter vs. Sapphire Taylor

[Konrad Raab]

2 RP Limit for singles

3500 Word Limit Per RP

Deadline: 11:59:59 pm ET Wednesday, December 11, 2024

[The Assassin]

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December 4th, 2024
Edmonton, Alberta
Off Camera
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Tonight is the second night of Fatal Fortunes in Supreme Championship Wrestling and it was the night that “The Assassin” Clyde Sutter made his unexpected return to the company after years of absence. The Assassin recalls his last stint in SCW. He was not much more than a mindless beast, a weapon utilized by none other than Mason Van Stanton to use for his own selfish gain. Sutter’s mindless rage, combined with Van Stanton’s inability to control him, led to his failure during his first run in SCW. Sutter knew he needed to make a change. So he left and took some time to reflect, he took some time to look deep down into his heart and soul. The Assassin, formerly a monster, made his shocking return at Fatal Fortunes and true to form, fate certainly smiled down upon its most devoted follower. Clyde got the opportunity this evening to wrestle for the SCW Adrenaline Championship against Glory Braddock. That in and of itself created for some awkward tension. Sutter is dating Glory’s daughter, Melinda Braddock, and Glory isn’t too happy about it. She no longer is vocal about her disapproval, mainly because she doesn’t want to drive Melinda away. But Sutter can tell that Glory still isn’t happy with him dating her daughter. Still, personal issues aside, this was his big return to SCW. Fate had gifted him this opportunity and he would not squander it. He may not have become champion but he laid waste to The British Bombshell. He left her a bloody mess. He certainly made an impact and sent a message to the rest of the locker room. Currently The Assassin stands just outside of the trainer’s room. His opponent from this evening, Glory Braddock, is currently inside being tended to and Glory’s daughter, Clyde’s girlfriend Melinda, is there with her. Despite the fact that he brutalized Melinda’s own mother, The Assassin still cannot stop himself from smirking with a lot of pride. Indeed he is proud of what he did tonight. He made his return and laid waste to a champion. The future is bright for him. He is confident that fate has big plans for him now that he is back in SCW.

Clyde is still wearing his ring gear from this evening; mostly black, including black shorts, black knee pads and boots, and black elbow pads. His long stringy, oily black hair hangs down to his shoulders. The backstage area of the Rogers Place in Edmonton, Alberta, the arena that hosted SCW Breakdown this week, is an expansive labyrinth of corridors and rooms, with a distinct division between administrative zones, performer preparation areas, and technical support spaces. The walls are painted in neutral tones, with occasional banners and posters featuring the promotion’s branding or previous events. Overhead, industrial-style lighting casts a bright, clinical glow, illuminating the space without casting dramatic shadows. Just then a sound gets his attention. Sutter turns and finds the door to the trainer’s room opening. He watches as he sees not Glory but Melinda walking out.

The arrogant, prideful, smirk immediately changes. It is replaced by a more warm, loving smile as he watches his goddess approach. Melinda’s platinum blonde hair cascades past her shoulders. She wears a loose, beige satin dress with a halter-style neckline, designed to drape effortlessly over her figure. The dress has a soft sheen, reflecting the opulent lighting of the room. Her legs are adorned with fishnet-style stockings featuring a fine mesh pattern, adding a touch of sophistication and allure. She completes her look with white pointed-toe heels, which enhance the sleek, high-fashion aesthetic. The heart of this monster is immediately turned to mush as he approaches her and embraces her in a hug.

“My love…” he says softly “...how is your mother?”

“You’re lucky I’m not exactly a big fan of my mother right now.” She says playfully, winking at Clyde. “Otherwise I would be pretty upset with you right now.”

“Did I do that much damage?”

“Eh, she’ll be fine.” She shrugs her shoulders. “I wouldn’t worry about her. She’ll be fine. Hell, she’s already cleared to compete, although they’re gonna give her at least one week to fully recover.”

“Good.” He nods his head. Sutter reaches out and runs his hand through Melinda’s long blonde hair. “Your mother and I may differ on philosophies, we may have a rough past, but we share one thing in common…” he kisses Melinda on the lips “...we both care deeply for you. And I know that despite your own hard feelings for your mother, you still care for her.”

“Of course I care for her.” Melinda sighs and then rolls her eyes. “I’m not the one putting tension on our relationship. I’m not the one pushing her away. She’s the one pushing me away with her damned affection towards that bitch Aphrodite.”

“You do realize that your affection towards me upsets her, do you not?” Clyde smirks. “Yet she does not display her anger the way you do.”

“Oh come on.” Melinda shakes her head. “Don’t tell me you’re taking her side! You do remember what Aphrodite did to the Braddocks, don’t you?”

“Of course.” He nods his head. “I know how much your mother’s odd affection for the Noel woman bothers you. Yet still, that doesn’t change the fact that you are family, just like you dating me doesn’t change that fact for your mother.” He gently pats her on the shoulder. “The point I am arriving at, my love, is that you should never take family for granted. Trust me, I know.”

“Right, I forgot…” Melinda leans in close, resting her head against his massive chest “...I forgot about your family…or lack thereof…”

“My father got wrapped up in a cult. My mother abandoned me in order to get away from my father and I only recently reconnected with her, and still to this day my relationship with her isn’t the best. And of course my sister…” his voice trails off as he is reluctant to speak of his sister, Lilith Sutter, who he recently came back into contact with. Lilith seems to want something out of Clyde. What that something is still remains to be seen but it definitely bothers Clyde. In fact, it more than just bothers him; it scares him. The Assassin is used to being the one who strikes fear into people, he is not used to being frightened. Yet he is afraid; he is afraid of what his sister’s intentions might mean for this new life he has created for himself. He is happy for once, with the love of his life, making an honest living. He fears that his sister is trying to destroy all of that and take him back into the darkness he tried so hard to escape.

“Your sister certainly is a piece of work.” Melinda snaps back. “Very rude too.”

“I would rather not speak about my sister any longer.” He answers back sternly. Melinda can see the tension in his eyes. She frowns and grabs his hands.

“Are you ok, babe?”

“Of course.” He nods his head. “It’s just…” he shakes his head “...I would rather not talk about her. Perhaps another time?”

“Yeah…” Melinda smirks “...well how’s about we talk about your next victim?”

“Has Mr…”

“CHBK.” Melinda kisses him on the cheek. “I know you’re all super serious and formal, but with this dude it may be easier just to call him CHBK.”

“Very well.” Sutter sighs. “Has…CHBK…already confirmed an opponent for me?”

“I’m hearing Sapphire.” Melinda grins from ear to ear. “This will be a cakewalk for you.”

“Only if fate deems it so, my dear.” Clyde says calmly and stoically. “If indeed fate has decided that Ms. Taylor is my next opponent then she shall the unfortunate task of facing me after a loss…and you know how I am after a loss…”

“Yeah, that’s why I am looking forward to the beating you give her.”

Sutter and Melinda are about to kiss again when they hear the door of the trainer’s room opening again. They both turn in time to see Glory Braddock exiting. The British Bombshell and reigning SCW Adrenaline Champion is still wearing her royal purple ring attire, consisting of long tights, boots, and a top, approaches. Her ribs are banded up. She definitely looks worse for the wear and definitely does not look like a winner even though she was the winner this evening. Clyde and Melinda both smirk as she approaches.

“How are you doing champ?” Melinda asks. “Spit up any more blood?”

“No, I’m good, thanks for your concern.” Glory says, her sarcasm noticeable.’’

“You know, mom, this is the third time you and my man have wrestled. And despite beating him twice, you have yet to walk away from any of those encounters under your own power.” She winks. “Who is the best in the world again?”

“Melinda, my love…” Clyde begins, another stern tone in his voice “...remember what I told you. Family is important.”

“You’re no fun.” She says, pouting. Sutter leans over and kisses her on the cheek.

“Run along, I will be with you shortly.”

“Sure. Whatever…” Melinda rolls her eyes before turning and walking away. Clyde then turns his attention back to Glory. This is the third match between the two of them. Glory has gotten the better of him twice but she has always struggled. Here again she finds herself lucky to have escaped with a victory and her championship intact. There is still a great deal of tension between the two. Their past is very rocky. Still, Sutter is indeed a changed man, and he is a better man than he was once before. He extends a hand out to Glory.

“Congratulations, Ms. Braddock.”

“Yeah…” Glory is surprised to see the handshake offered but she does reluctantly shake his hand “...I suppose. But I don’t feel like a winner.”

“Would you really have wanted me to take it easy on you, Ms. Braddock?”

“Of course not.” She shakes her head. “Every time I step through those ropes, I want to face the best. I want to face my opponents at their best. That’s what makes it competition.”

“Ah and yet when I gave it everything I had at your bloody wrestling school, you kicked me out.”

“Are we really having this debate again, Clyde?” She rolls her eyes. “You were intentionally trying to hurt the other students.”

“Isn’t that what wrestling is, though?” He arches his brow. “You INTENTIONALLY try to hurt your opponent as much as you can, at least to the point they cannot get their shoulders up off of the mat for a three count…or until they have had enough and quit…”

“I don’t want to have this debate with you again, Clyde. We’re never going to agree on how to behave in this business. I happen to think you take things too far. You think I’m not taking things far enough. We’ll just agree to disagree.”

“It’s more than that, though, isn’t it?” He asks with a subtle hint of a smirk on his face. “You also do not think I am good enough for your beloved daughter.”

“Bloody hell…” Glory rolls her eyes “...see, this right here is why I have a hard time believing that you have changed! First you make your return to SCW without even letting me know…”

“I enjoy surprises.”

“Well I don’t.” Glory snaps back. “Then you go around playing tonsil hockey with my daughter in public. You pick fights with me over issues you know damn well that we disagree on. It’s like you want to argue with me!”

“Do you think you can be silent and not be the sanctimonious bitch you were raised to be, just for one moment, and at least consider the possibility that I am being sincere?” Sutter asks, his own tone now taking a much more serious and challenging note. Even Glory is taken aback by this sudden change in Sutter.

“What do you mean?”

“Do you have any idea how awful I have felt, thinking back to my past life? Do you fathom how terrible I felt when I recall how I treated your daughter? How I…I…” Sutter cannot get the words out, he is too troubled. But Glory is quick to finish his own sentence for him.

“How you beat her? You got her hooked on drugs? How you nearly ruined her life?”

“Yes!” Clyde exclaims. “She was right to dump me and I do not deserve the second chance she gave me! Yet here I am, blessed by fate that I have been given another opportunity with your beloved daughter, with the love of my life. And I have sworn a vow to spend the rest of my days atoning for my sins against her by treating her like the goddess she is…” he stares a hole through Glory Braddock “...you may hate me, but I am doing my best to make sure you and your daughter remain close. She needs you, even if she doesn’t want to admit it herself.”

The British Bombshell remains silent for several seconds. This speech from Clyde took her by surprise. She may not fully trust him but those words he just uttered sounded very sincere. And the emotion on his face makes her believe that he really does have Melinda’s best interests at heart. She studies him closely as a tense moment passes before she speaks.

“Are you being serious?” She asks. “I want to believe you care for Melinda. I really do.”

“I do care for her.” Sutter remarks. “More than you can ever know.”

“I want to believe you. I really do.” Glory sighs as she clutches at her ribs. “Because, you know, she does love you. I don’t get it, but she does. And I know that if I try to drive a wedge between you two, I will just end up driving her away from me. And I don’t want that.” She chuckles. “I just have to accept that my baby girl is dating a bad boy.”

“I am not that same man any longer.” He insists. “Believe me, much has changed.”

“So you say.” Glory remarks. “And you know, a lot of what I have seen makes me want to believe you.” She shakes her head. “But you have burned me in the past, Clyde. It is difficult for me to trust you. Yet…” she smiles “...what you said to her about family, in a way you stuck up for me, defended me, that meant a lot.”

“Like I said, Ms. Braddock, you two need each other…even if she does not want to accept it yet.”

“You speak like a man with experience.” She says. Clyde nods his head.

“Quite the opposite. I have no experience with a real family. My own parents abandoned me. I grew up on the streets and only recently reconnected with my mother.” He chuckles. “Imagine my surprise that my mother turned out to be Autumn Van Stanton, my former manager’s sister-in-law. Fate, as they say, is a fickle mistress and we are at her whim.”

“The Van Stantons are not exactly the most functional of families, either.” Glory remarks. “Have they accepted it well? Have they accepted you?”

“Not fully.” He shakes his head. “Mother does her best but Henry and Mason…well…” his voice trails off. Glory sighs as she takes his hand, a sign of friendship for the first time, which is a surprise despite their encounter this evening.

“I understand. Look, I meant what I said about trust; it will take me awhile to trust you fully. But for my daughter’s sake, we do need to at least try to get along. If you ever need anything, anything at all, just let me know.”

“Thank you, Ms. Braddock.” He nods his head. “Despite our own tumultuous past, it is my hope we can finally find common ground.”

“I hope so too.” She smiles. “And if I may make a suggestion?”

“Yes?”

“Maybe you should try talking to your mother?” Glory says. “Staying away from them won’t help any of the wounds.”

The Assassin considers her words. His entire life he grew up thinking that he never needed a family, that survival was all that was important, and that he could survive with his ruthlessness and violence. But now that he has something that he cares about, namely a life with Melinda Braddock, he is beginning to realize that there is more to life than simply survival. His time away from SCW, his time spent reflecting, his time spent growing and evolving, has helped him to see that there is more to this life than simply surviving.

Fate has guided him away from the streets and into the wrestling world where he met the love of his life, where he met his family. What else could fate have in store? Is it fate’s plan for him to grow closer with the mother that had abandoned him long ago? And then there is the question of his sister. What does fate have in store for him and Lilith Sutter? There is only one way to get the answers to those questions. Only one path to take if he wants the answers. He must trust that fate will take him down the right path.

[The Assassin]

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December 7th, 2024
Charlotte, NC
On Camera
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The cameras begin to roll. It is dusk outside as the sun is beginning to give way to the night sky. The calm, quiet, and eerie silence is broken when footsteps can be heard, signaling the approach of someone. It isn’t long until we see the monstrous, imposing figure of “The Assassin” Clyde Sutter and his beautiful girlfriend, Melinda Braddock, entering the view from the right. The Assassin’s long black hair is slicked back into a tidy style and a neatly trimmed beard. He exudes confidence through his smug grin. He is sporting a black leather jacket with multiple zippers and textured details, giving it a rugged, stylish look. The jacket has a high-quality finish, with a slight sheen. Beneath the jacket, he wears a crisp white button-up shirt with an open collar, adding a touch of elegance to his outfit. His hands are clasped in front of him, showcasing a relaxed and approachable posture. Melinda stands closely next to him wearing a black turtleneck top with high waisted black shorts with a draped tailored gray blazer casually resting over her shoulders. Her hosiery is bold and alluring, consisting of black thigh-high stockings held up with garter straps, creating a statement contrast against the outfit’s structured elements. Her footwear features sleek, shiny black patent leather boots with a knee-high length. These boots have a pointed toe and gold accents on the heel.

“It is called Fatal Fortunes for a reason.” Melinda Braddock begins with her melodica voice breaking the silence. A smug, almost condescending smirk on her face. “The two weeks when anything can happen and everything is decided by the spin of a wheel…or more appropriately, decided by fate. No one should be surprised when something when Fate decides to throw you a curve ball and yet it never fails that the masses are rocked to the core by an unexpected return.” The beautiful blonde looks lovingly up at Clyde. She then turns her attention back to the camera and winks. “Then again, I can understand why the people would be upset at this man’s return. Now you are all put on notice.”

“Surprise!” A bellowing laugh escapes Clyde’s throat. The intimidating Assassin shakes his head. “Ah but therein lies the problem, none of you should have been surprised. It should not have come as a surprise to any of you that I would make my return one day to Supreme Championship Wrestling. A man of my unique gifts and abilities was meant to thrive in this business. Admittedly my last stint with this company did not go as planned and it would be far too easy to simply blame my former manager Mason Van Stanton. He is a known con artist. He only has his own interests at heart. He is a selfish man who would throw his own mother under the bus to gain an advantage. I could easily blame him for my past failure in SCW and most would find no fault in my excuse. But that’s all it is…it is an excuse and I am not the man to make excuses. Instead of making excuses I took my time away from this company to do some introspection. I looked into the mirror to find my own faults, to look at my own errors, and I worked to correct them. The individual you last saw walking the hallowed halls of SCW was an uncontrollable monster. Now?” He pauses for dramatic effect as a smirk forms upon his face.

“I am still a monster. That much has not changed. What has changed, what is different, is the fact that I am now under control. I am focused. My rage, my wrath, no longer will it be random. It will be deliberate and strategic. I am not some random force of nature like a hurricane or an earthquake. I am something far worse and everyone in this company should sit up, take notice, and recognize the threat that each and every single one of them is under. I am an equal opportunity weapon of mass destruction that threatens anyone who stands in opposition to me. No one is safe.” He shakes his head. “No one. And I am no longer that monster who is beholden to a scrawny snake oil salesman. I am beholden only to the one being who transformed my life for the better, the being that helped me focus, who helped me to channel my rage and anger…” a sneer forms upon the face of Sutter.

“...I am beholden to Fate. Yes, fate is my mistress, fate is what I obey. I obey the will of fate. We are all at the mercy of fate. Realizing this divine truth helped me to calm down, it helped me to focus my wrath, my violence, on executing those who stand in opposition to fate. I can focus on executing those whom fate has decided to end. Fate is the divine ruler of us all, especially in the world of professional wrestling. That is my doctrine, my belief, and fate determined that I would one day return to SCW. Fate had determined that I had too much talent be wasted away anywhere else. Thus it was never a matter of IF I would return to SCW but WHEN I would return to SCW and those who choose to be surprised at my return, well, you are just deluded or dumb, or maybe you simply refuse to see the divine truth that stares you in the face? The divine truth that is fate itself.”

Melinda Braddock runs her hand across Clyde’s chest. The Assassin leans over and kisses her on her lips lovingly in front of the camera, displaying his affection for this woman, the only figure other than ‘Fate’ that he has such a passion for. Melinda looks at the camera and smirks knowingly.

“Me and Fate sometimes fight for number one in this man’s eyes. But that’s ok. Clyde knows I provide something that fate cannot.” She kisses him again. “Right, babe?”

“Yes, my love.”

“And Supreme Championship Wrestling…” Melinda grins from ear to ear “...he always knew he would return. That was never in question. The question was always WHEN he would return.”

“Yes, I knew I would one day return to SCW, but I had to change…which I did. Then my return depended on timing and of course I would choose Fatal Fortunes as the date and time of my return to SCW. The two weeks when the entire SCW roster is full and completely at the mercy of fate, it is the appropriate and most perfect time for me to return and make my impact. It was the perfect time to introduce myself to a brand new generation of SCW wrestlers and remind everyone else of who the hell I am.” The Assassin winks at the camera.

“Hello, Ms. Braddock…I am sure you remember me very well now after that beating I gave you on Breakdown. I must say it was a pleasure to do business with you yet again. You escaped with your championship only because fate allowed it but you did not walk away under your own power and do not forget it. I hope everyone in SCW was watching what I did to the reigning SCW Adrenaline Champion. My first match back and I left her in a puddle of her own blood. This is the fate that will befall each and every single one of you at some point, at some time. It’s just a matter of when your name gets drawn and when Fate decides that your time is up, because when Fate executes an order, then it is out of my hands. I must obey the will of fate.”

“Sorry about that, mom.” Melinda shrugs her shoulders. “Nothing personal, it’s just business. And as far as Sapphire Taylor goes, well, it isn’t personal against you, either. But I must admit, I will enjoy watching Clyde beat you up. Because that’s what it will be…simply a beating. No one really expects you to do much against The Assassin, Sapphire.”

The Assassin chuckles as he pats his girlfriend on the back. Clyde points a finger at the camera.

“You, Ms. Taylor, are the unlucky individual whose name got drawn as my opponent for my second match back in SCW.” He chuckles softly. A smile remains on his face as he sighs. “You know, Ms. Taylor, I pity you. I look at your run here in SCW and I notice the ups and downs, as they say…and for you, your run has been full of more downs than ups. You have yet to build up and sustain any measurable momentum. You have had been gifted opportunities, opportunities that some would argue you didn’t deserve, and you squandered them. Even the two weeks of Fatal Fortunes, the period when you can turn your career around in an instant, and you fumbled the ball when it was handed off to you. You have failed at snatching your opportunities so often that it has generated some talk…gossip…have you heard the whispers, Ms. Taylor? Some are asking if you even deserve to be here on a roster as intimidating as SCW.” Clyde shakes his head.

“I am one of those people, by the way.” Melinda says with a snicker. She raises her hand. “I ask those questions about you, Sapphire.” Clyde brings Melinda in close for an embrace.

“Unlike my beautiful goddess, I am not one of those people. For starters, I do not know you that well. Secondly, even if I did know you well enough, it is not my place to pass judgement. For I am not the one, the only, the final judge. The judgement doesn’t belong to SCW, it doesn’t belong to CHBK, and it doesn’t even belong to the fans. Judgement on you and your run in SCW belongs to Fate itself. And it would appear that Fate has decided to put your career in a life or death test.” A sneer forms on his face. “The test is simply can you survive the onslaught that I will bring to the table on Breakdown? Do your homework and find some tape of what I did during my first run in SCW when I was that uncontrollable monster and realize that I am even more dangerous now that I am under control. Just look at what I did to one of the reigning SCW champions at Fatal Fortunes. After you have done that, take a moment to imagine what I could do to you.” He sighs with that same, cold smile on his face as he shakes his head.

“Understand, Ms. Taylor, that this is not personal. Yes, I will wreck you just like I wrecked Ms. Braddock. I will beat you, I will hurt you, and if necessary I will choke you unconscious. I will do anything and everything I can to leave you battered and bruised in the center of the ring just as I have done to so many others but it is not personal. I am just doing a job. I am doing the job given to me by Fate. You see, Ms. Taylor, Fate has the same lingering doubts about your inconsistent run in SCW as the fans and CHBK seem to have…so Fate has given me the task to put you the test. If you can survive and endure the upcoming storm that I am bringing, then maybe you still have a spark of hope in this company.” Sutter sighs, almost as if he is disappointed.

“Alas, Ms. Taylor, there is fairy tale and then there is reality. You surviving me and my wrath to generate much needed momentum would be quite the fairy tale but that’s all it is…it is a fairy tale. The reality is that your time is up, your FATE IS SEALED and I am the one to bring an end to you. So just accept your fate, Ms. Taylor, because you cannot fight Fate.”