Colleen MacDonald vs. Clyde Sutter

[Kemal Yilmaz]

SCW Television Championship

2 RP Limit for singles

3500 Word Per RP

Deadline: 11:59:59 pm ET Wednesday, March 11, 2026

[The Assassin]

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March 3rd, 2026
London, England
Off Camera
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Things have not gone well for Clyde Sutter since his return to SCW. Despite being more controlled and focused, The Harbinger of Fate still has been unable to gain any real traction within the promotion. Even in the recent Underground Title Match where everyone had an opportunity, everyone was gunning for the gold, Sutter himself could not even gain one fall to win even one reign as champion. His fiance Melinda and her sister Fiona are far more upset than he is; they definitely would have enjoyed a reign as Underground Champion and they are definitely upset at being unable to claim the SCW World Tag Team Championship. Yet Sutter himself seems unbothered by the group’s lack of progress. Then again, The Assassin is entirely convinced that Fate is in control. Sutter is convinced that he is doing Fate’s will and that, at some point, he will be rewarded for doing the will of Fate. In fact, his patience may soon pay off in the form of the SCW Television Championship. The Assassin will challenge Colleen Macdonald for the gold on the Spring Break edition of Breakdown.

First, before The Assassin can turn his focus to taking the Television Title from Colleen, he must take care of deeply personal family business. His sister, Lilith Sutter, has been harassing him constantly, frequently, in an attempt to partner up with him. Clyde wants nothing to do with his sister due to the fact that she has dipped her feet into organized crime. While Clyde is no stranger to crime, he has abandoned his criminal past and wants to go straight. Yet Lilith insists that she, too, has changed, that she too has left her criminal past behind. While Clyde is still skeptical, there is one other piece that has forced his hand, that is forcing him to confront his sister and at least consider what she has to say.

Lilith claims to have knowledge about their father.

Clyde never knew anything about their father, a mysterious figure known as Ethan Sutter. He has heard rumor and innuendo but nothing substantiated with fact. Curiosity has gotten the best of Clyde and he feels he must know for certain where he came from and what, if anything, that has to do with who he is today. How has his father shaped him?

The dining room of Lilith Sutter’s mansion was the kind of space that had been designed not simply for meals, but for presence. The ceiling rose high above the table, framed by elegant molding that traced the edges of the room with understated precision. A chandelier hung at the center, its glass pieces catching the warm light and scattering it gently across the polished surfaces below. The glow was soft rather than harsh, lending the entire room a sense of calm refinement. Tall windows lined one wall, their heavy curtains pulled back just enough to reveal the darkness outside. Beyond the glass, the grounds of the estate stretched into shadow, faint garden lights marking the path of stone walkways and manicured hedges. Inside, however, the room felt insulated from the outside world. The air carried the subtle scent of prepared food and polished wood, a quiet mixture that suggested both hospitality and formality. At the center of the room stood a long dining table crafted from rich dark wood, its surface smooth and reflective under the chandelier’s light. Each place setting had been arranged with meticulous care. Fine china rested atop neatly pressed linen, silver cutlery aligned with mathematical precision. Crystal glasses stood waiting beside folded napkins that had been shaped with quiet elegance. A series of low centerpieces ran along the middle of the table, delicate arrangements that added color without overwhelming the space.

Lilith Sutter sat at the head of the table, her presence commanding without effort. This is where she belonged. Her black hair framed her face in smooth waves that caught the warm light of the chandelier. She carried herself with the kind of composure that suggested complete control over her surroundings, as though the entire room had been shaped to suit her sense of order. Her attire reflected that same elegance. She wore a long evening dress in a deep, luxurious shade, the fabric falling gracefully along her form with a natural fluidity. The design was sophisticated and restrained, emphasizing refinement rather than extravagance. Across the table sat her brother; The Assassin himself Clyde Sutter. His presence brought a different energy into the room. There was a quiet intensity about him that did not compete with the elegance of the setting but existed alongside it. He was dressed in formal attire suited for the occasion, despite his desire not to wear it. A well tailored suit rested neatly across his broad shoulders, the dark fabric contrasting subtly with the crisp dress shirt beneath. The shirt was immaculate, its collar pressed sharply, its cuffs aligned neatly beneath the sleeves of the jacket. Seated beside him was Melinda Braddock, whose presence brought a sense of graceful warmth to the table. Her almost platinum blonde hair had been styled carefully, falling neatly around her shoulders and catching the chandelier’s light with a soft shimmer. She wore an elegant dress chosen with the same attention to detail that defined everything else in the room. The fabric flowed smoothly, its design both refined and feminine. It fit her comfortably while maintaining a polished silhouette, the color complementing her complexion and the subtle brightness of her hair.

The table between them held the quiet signs of a meal in progress. Plates rested before each of them, the food arranged with the kind of care expected in a home where elegance was second nature. The crystal glasses reflected the chandelier above, their surfaces catching fragments of light that danced across the table’s polished wood. Around them, the room remained still and dignified. The walls displayed tasteful artwork framed in dark wood, pieces chosen to complement the room’s palette without overwhelming it. A large cabinet against one wall held carefully arranged glassware and serving pieces, each item placed as though it were part of a curated display.

“I am so glad you could join me, brother.” Lilith says. She turns her attention to Melinda. “And I am pleased you brought Melinda with you this evening.”

Melinda Braddock’s gaze remains ice cold as she stares down Lilith. Braddock hasn’t forgotten the derogatory things Lilith said about her to Clyde. Still, Lilith insists that she is trying to make things right, for the benefit of everyone. If Clyde is willing to give her a chance, Melinda Braddock will have to grin and bear it.

“We were in Birmingham, visiting my home. We happened to be in town” Clyde states.

“Oh is that so?” Lilith asks, sounding rather skeptical. Clyde nods his head.

“I have a championship match coming up in a little over a week, for the SCW Television Championship, against Colleen Macdonald. It makes sense that we might stop by at my beloved’s family wrestling school and train for this all too important match.”

“Ah yes, SCW. Your professional wrestling career.” Lilith smirks knowingly. “How has that gone for you? Specifically, how has your SCW return fared?”

“If you are asking about petty, materialistic things like championships and such then I admit it has not gone well. But of course that can change on Breakdown when I destroy Colleen.” He shakes his head. “Still, I do not do this for my own personal glory. I do it for Fate.”

“There it is, Fate.” Lilith chuckles softly. “Do you truly believe that you do everything for Fate?”

“Yes.” Sutter states cooly. “Are you here to insult me or have an honest discussion?”

“I would never insult you, dear brother.”

“It sure sounds like you are insulting him.” Melinda chimes in. She wants to speak up more, defend her man, but Clyde holds up a hand to signal to her that she should remain silent, that he has this under control.

“Lilith, sister, my beloved and I are more than happy to join you here this evening. But we will not be insulted.”

“I am not insulting you and I, too, want an honest discussion.” She winks. “Just as long as we both have an honest discussion.”

The balance of the dining room shifted slightly as movement appeared at the far end of the space. A pair of servants entered with practiced coordination, their presence almost silent against the polished floor. They moved with the kind of quiet efficiency that suggested long familiarity with the house and its routines. Nothing about their arrival disrupted the atmosphere of the room. Instead, it felt as though the rhythm of the evening had simply progressed to its next step. Both were dressed in formal attire appropriate for the setting. Dark, tailored uniforms fit neatly against their frames, crisp white shirts visible beneath fitted jackets. The fabric was immaculate, pressed so precisely that not a wrinkle disturbed the clean lines. Their shoes made almost no sound as they crossed the room, and their expressions remained composed and neutral, neither intrusive nor distant. Each carried a large serving tray balanced steadily in both hands. The trays held carefully arranged plates that released a gentle warmth into the air as they approached the table. The aroma followed them, subtle at first but unmistakable once it reached the center of the room. Rich, savory scents blended with the faint trace of herbs and seasoning, creating an inviting contrast to the quiet formality of the setting.

One of the servants stepped forward first, approaching Lilith at the head of the table. With precise, controlled motion, the plate was lowered smoothly onto the table before her. The porcelain dish itself was elegant, its surface glossy beneath the chandelier’s light. The food had been arranged with artistic care. Every element rested in deliberate balance, colors and textures placed thoughtfully across the plate. The second servant moved next toward Clyde, positioning the dish before him with the same careful attention. The plate settled against the linen with barely a sound. Steam rose gently from the food, carrying a richer scent now that it was closer. The presentation reflected the standard of the household, refined yet generous, suggesting both luxury and craftsmanship. Finally, the servants approached Melinda, placing her plate with identical precision. The motion was smooth and practiced, as though it had been repeated countless times within these walls. The delicate china reflected the chandelier’s warm glow as it was set into place, completing the arrangement before her.

Once the plates had been delivered, one of the servants returned with a tray of drinks. Crystal glasses were lifted and placed beside each setting with quiet care. The liquid within them shimmered faintly under the light, deep in color and clear in its surface. A second glass of water followed for each guest, condensation beginning to gather lightly along the sides. Throughout the process, Lilith’s dining room remained composed and dignified. The servants moved with unobtrusive grace, ensuring that every detail was in place without drawing attention to themselves. When the final glass had been set and every plate properly aligned, they stepped back in unison.

“Dinner is served.” Lilith says plainly.

“Is any of this poisoned?” Melinda asks sarcastically. Lilith chuckles.

“Poison? My dear Miss Braddock, my life of crime is behind me, but even when I was involved in criminal organizations, I would not use poison as my method of murder.”

“Sure…”

“Melinda.” Clyde says firmly yet gently. “We are guests and I trust my sister isn’t here to do us harm.”

“Whatever you say.” Melinda remarks skeptically. Lilith smirks triumphantly.

“Thank you, brother.”

“We are here for an honest discussion. Right, sister?”

“Correct, and I have been honest with you.” She points at her brother. “You need to be honest with me. You are not here just to prepare for this championship match against Colleen Macdonald. You certainly need to prepare, you haven’t had the best of luck in SCW lately. Fate has not been smiling upon you. You will need to be at the top of your game to win that championship. But you cannot do so here, not when the Braddock Wrestling School refuses you entry, despite your earlier claim.”

“Liar.” Melinda snaps back. Clyde again holds up a hand to signal for silence.

“Go ahead, Clyde, tell me I am a liar.”

“You are correct.” He admits. “I did not come here to England just to prepare for my championship match. My beloved’s family school would certainly deny me entry. We are here because I still want more information about our father.

“Honesty is always the best policy, brother.”

“Do not get cute with me.” Clyde’s voice grows louder as his anger starts to boil over. “I am here to get what you promised; information about my past.”

“Patience.” Lilith remarks. “All in due time.”

“I grow weary of your cryptic and your demands for me to wait.” Clyde states demandingly. “We visited the orphanage where I was left abandoned, where I grew up, and you revealed to me that I had been treated differently from the other children. Then we stop outside of a local pub to find a homeless man…some bum on the street…who knew our father. And the mere mention of the name Sutter brought fear to his eyes.”

“Yes.” Lilith smirks knowingly.

“You know more than you are letting on. You are keeping information from me.”

“I admit that I am keeping certain information from you, partially because I want to use it as leverage. If I tell you everything I have learned, you will leave. You will never speak to me again. This moment, this dinner, is an opportunity for me to bond with my brother and future sister in law. You are desperate to reconnect with your past? So am I. I will not let go of this information until we have properly bonded. So consider the release of the information a slow burn until I feel we have properly bonded.”

“What if I don’t want to bond with you?” Clyde snaps back.

“Too bad.” She smirks.

“Answer this…how did you get this information? Whatever it is you know about our father, how did you learn it?”

“I see where this is going.” Lilith sighs. “Yes, I admit dear brother, that I did use some of my former criminal connections to find this information.”

“I knew it.” Sutter states coldly. “You ARE still involved in organized crime.”

“I am not.” She denies the accusation, shaking her head fiercely. Melinda then chimes in.

“You literally just admitted to using your criminal connections!”

“I did.” Lilith nods her head. “But that doesn’t mean what I DID was CRIMINAL. What you see, this exquisite estate, the infrastructure, the organization, I merely INHERITED IT. I inherited it all and dismantled, over time, the violent, criminal element; but I kept the power.”

“You believe that somehow makes it justified?” Clyde asks.

“Right and wrong, good and evil, none of that matter, does it?” She smirks as she points at Clyde. “You believe in Fate. You have often stated that you believe Fate has written the script for all of us. It’s why your lack of progress in SCW doesn’t particularly bother you; you are convinced that Fate is in control and you are willing to be patient for Fate.”

“What are you getting at?” He demands.

“Perhaps Fate gifted me all of this. If Fate gives you a weapon, is refusing to use it moral or cowardly? That is what I offer you. Access to my resources, resources that can and WILL change your life, and potentially could change the trajectory of your wrestling career.”

“He’s not interested!” Melinda exclaims.

“I think my brother can speak for himself.” Lilith gazes at Clyde. “What do you think, dear brother? Sure, you could win the SCW Television Championship from Colleen. That would be quite an accomplishment. But it could also be the beginning of something far greater for you.”

“I will win the championship.” Clyde states defiantly. “But what I want more than anything is information about my father.”

“Perhaps I already did but you weren’t listening, you just weren’t paying attention.” Lilith snaps back cooly. “That’s always been your problem, brother. Despite your claim that you have improved yourself, you are still a hothead and impatient. Every single time we have met, including tonight, I have dropped another bread crumb that leads you closer to the truth about our father. I have left the puzzle pieces for you to put together.”

“Are you saying that this organization of yours…it belonged to our father?” Clyde asks. Lilith nods her head.

“I said from the moment I met you that this was your birthright.” She says plainly. “And I want you to join me, to be a part of it. You will have access to all of its resources and yes, you will learn even more about your past. I just want you to be my brother.”

There is a tense pause as Clyde and Lilith lock eyes. Melinda can tell that The Assassin is thinking about it carefully. Braddock shakes her head.

“Don’t fall for it.” She insists. “It’s a trap.”

“I am not deceiving you.” Lilith states. “I am being honest. I am not a criminal anymore.”

“So your organization and its resources, all of it is legal?”

“Completely.”

“I will take it under consideration.” Clyde remarks.

“Clyde!” Melinda exclaims. “You can’t be serious!”

“I am.” He nods his head. “You do not understand, this woman, my sister, is the only connection I have to my past.”

“Just like you are my only connection to my past, dear brother.”

[Jay Gold]

Part 1 of 2.  The pressure cooker has been bubbling for a long while now.  It was bound to blow up.

David Striker is needed here and appears with handler's permission, as he will in part 2 (which will include match promo).



Colleen's Chronicles: Chapter 20 - Concealing

[The Assassin]

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March 4th, 2026
Southampton, England
Off Camera
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The building stood along a quiet stretch of Southampton that had long since emptied for the night. During the day the surrounding streets carried a steady pulse of activity from nearby shops, offices, and the distant presence of the docks, but now the area had fallen into a heavy silence. A few streetlights cast pale circles of light onto the pavement outside, their glow reflected faintly in the tall industrial windows that lined the structure. Most of those windows were clouded with dust and age, the glass dull and slightly warped, as though the building itself had grown tired of watching the world pass by. Inside, the vast interior space felt hollow and cavernous. The ceiling stretched high above in a lattice of steel beams and exposed pipes that disappeared into shadow. Only a handful of lights were switched on, hanging from long cables and illuminating the center of the room while leaving the edges dim and uncertain. Their glow spilled downward in quiet cones of yellow light. In the middle of that stood the only thing occupying the enormous floor; a regulation size professional wrestling ring. The ring seemed almost surreal in its isolation, a structure designed for spectacle now resting silently in the emptiness. Its canvas was pulled tight and clean, pale under the lights. The ropes ran straight and firm between four corner posts wrapped in protective padding. The metal steps rested near one corner, their dull surface reflecting the overhead light in a faint shimmer. Beneath the ring apron, the shadowed space beneath looked deeper than it truly was, adding to the strange sense that the ring had been placed here as a deliberate focal point within the abandoned building.

Standing near the edge of the ring was Clyde Sutter. He wore dark clothing that blended naturally with the dim surroundings. A fitted black shirt stretched cleanly across his well built frame, the fabric simple but sharp in its cut. Over it he wore a long coat that hung open, its heavy material shifting slightly whenever he moved. The coat added a sense of presence to his silhouette, giving him a figure that seemed larger against the empty backdrop. His pants were dark and tailored without being overly formal, and his boots were solid and worn. The leather had dulled slightly from use but remained well cared for. His long black hair was pulled back neatly, keeping it away from his face and revealing the steady focus in his expression. A short distance away stood Lilith Sutter. Her black hair fell smoothly over her shoulders, the dark strands catching faint reflections from the overhead lights. She was dressed with the same refined precision that defined her in any setting. Her coat was long and tailored, crafted from rich fabric that held its shape perfectly as she moved. Beneath it she wore a sophisticated outfit that balanced strength and grace. The lines of her clothing were sharp and intentional, emphasizing poise rather than decoration. Her boots rose just above the ankle with a narrow heel that clicked softly against the concrete whenever she shifted her stance.

The vast building around them remained silent except for the occasional distant creak of metal settling somewhere in the structure. Outside, the quiet streets of Southampton continued their slow passage through the night. Inside, the wrestling ring waited beneath its lights like a stage prepared for something unseen.

As far as The Assassin goes? He is impatient.

“What are we doing here?” Clyde asks, his eyes scanning the area curiously.

“Don’t be daft. I am helping you, dear brother.” Lilith motions to the wrestling ring. “That, as you can plainly see, is a wrestling ring. I have provided it for you to use anytime you wish. You are a professional wrestler, and since you are not welcome at the Braddock Wrestling School, you may use this as a sanctuary for all of your wrestling needs.”

“It seems rather empty.” Clyde remarks flatly.

“For now, but that will change in time. This building had been used by my business partners as a hideout for a long time but now I am in the process of refurnishing it as your own personal gym. This wrestling ring is but the first piece of equipment for your use.”

“I am not interested.” He shakes his head.

“You have a Television Title match, do you not?” Lilith asks. “Colleen MacDonald. She has been on quite a roll, defeating her will be quite the task even for a monster like yourself, dear brother. I would think you would be grateful to use any resource at your disposal.”

“Nothing criminal.” The Assassin states bluntly. “And I am certain that this building was once used for your criminal exploits.”

“Bloody hell,” she rolls her eyes “for the last time my criminal enterprise is over. Yes, this building was once used as a hideout, but should I just let it sit here and rot simply because I am going straight? That seems to be quite the waste, don’t you agree? So I am refurnishing this place for your use. When you visit your native home of England, you now have a place to train and workout. You have a place this very night, or even tomorrow, to prepare for your championship match against Ms. MacDonald. It would make me very proud to see my own brother walk away as the new SCW Television Champion.”

“Perhaps I could make use of this facility, especially once more equipment is brought in.”

“You will have the very best of equipment, dear brother.” She insists. “Remember, working with me isn’t just about renewing our familial relationship as siblings, it is about providing you with a near limitless amount of resources, far more resources than you currently have access to.”

“Speaking of family, that brings me back to the original question,” he turns his icy glare away from the ring and back onto his sister “what are we doing here? You said we were going to discuss our father.”

“Ah yes, him.” Lilith says.

“You agreed to tell me everything you know about him if I agreed to continue working with you.” Clyde answers. “That was the deal.”

“And I intend to honor that deal in every sense of the word, including providing you with the resources I promised you.”

“I do not give a damn about the resources. I just want to know about my past. I have heard nothing but rumor and innuendo. Much of which were contradictory. You have dropped seeds and kernels of truth, but I want it all. I am sick and tired of the crypticness, sister. I demand the truth.”

“As I explained yesterday at dinner, if I told you everything I know right now, then you would leave me alone and our partnership…more importantly our familial bond…would be severed once more.” She grins knowingly. “I am going to drag this out as long as possible because I want something out of this too. I want a relationship with my brother.”

“You know nothing about me.”

“Precisely but I do know enough that if I were to tell you everything now you would run away.” She states coldly. “You will learn the truth but on my time. On my schedule. If that is ok with you?”

The Assassin glares angrily into his sister’s eyes. He slowly nods his head.

“It is not ok…but I suppose I have no choice.”

“You are a smart boy.” She chuckles. “You know, dear brother, professional wrestling is similar to ritual combat. In some cultures warriors would fight over inheritance and leadership of the tribe. Tribal combat. They believed that the gods smiled down upon the victorious warrior, that it had always predestined who would survive the tribal combat.”

“I assume this rambling has a point?” Clyde asks.

“The fans who pack the arenas week in and week out, the fans will be in attendance to watch you challenge Colleen MacDonald for the SCW Television Title, all of them are very much like those ancient cultures. You against Colleen is very much like ritual combat. Except leadership or an inheritance isn’t on the line, a championship is on the line. And the fans, much like the tribes, they all believe in the same thing…that fate has decided its outcome already. They likely believe that somehow someway Colleen will overcome your strength and overwhelming power. They may not call it fate but they recognize fate.”

“They are wrong.” He states. “No one can know the will of Fate. Not even me. What I can control is what I do when I step through those ropes. And if Fate is on my side then I will leave Ms. MacDonald lying in a bloody heap and I will leave as the new SCW Television Champion regardless of what the fans believe.”

“You sound like our father.” Lilith says. That really got Clyde’s attention.

What did you say?”

“Our father believed violence revealed truth. Do you believe that, brother?”

“I believe that Fate chooses my victims.” He states. “Is Colleen MacDonald just another victim of Fate’s cruel hand? Perhaps. That remains to be seen. Both myself and Ms. MacDonald are but pawns in its game and only one of us will walk away with the prize. Yes, violence will ultimately be a factor in deciding this…but Fate has made its choice. This is what I believe.”

“You and our father were on the same page, dear brother.”

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March 5th, 2026
Southampton, England
On Camera
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By the following evening the building in Southampton looked exactly as it had the night before, silent and cavernous beneath the high ceiling of steel beams and shadowed rafters. Inside, the emptiness of the place felt even more pronounced. The vast floor stretched outward in every direction, a wide plain of worn concrete that carried the echoes of every step. The air was cool and still, holding the faint scent of metal and dust that clung to the walls of old industrial buildings. Sound traveled easily here. Even the quiet shift of fabric or the subtle scrape of a shoe against the ground seemed to linger longer than it should before fading into silence. At the center of the building, beneath a cluster of lights suspended high above, the professional wrestling ring stood exactly where it had been placed. It remained the only structure in the enormous interior. The pale canvas looked almost luminous against the darker concrete floor, and the ropes stretched clean and straight between the padded posts at each corner. The ring seemed strangely dignified in its solitude, like a stage waiting patiently for a story to unfold upon it.

Standing near the apron of the ring was Clyde Sutter. He was dressed with a quiet elegance that contrasted sharply with the rough emptiness of the building around him. His suit was tailored with precise craftsmanship, the dark fabric fitting cleanly across his shoulders and chest before falling neatly along his frame. Beneath the jacket, a crisp shirt sat perfectly pressed, the collar sharp and immaculate. The simplicity of the clothing only emphasized the quality of it, every seam and line shaped to complement his build. His long black hair had been pulled back carefully, leaving his face unobstructed. The style suited the composed intensity he carried. Polished shoes rested firmly against the concrete floor, their dark leather reflecting a faint glimmer of the overhead light.

Beside him stood Melinda Braddock. She wore a refined dress that moved gracefully with even the smallest motion. The fabric fell smoothly along her figure, the design both sophisticated and unmistakably feminine. The color caught the light gently, creating subtle variations that shifted whenever she turned slightly. The dress had been chosen with care. Its neckline framed her shoulders with understated elegance, while the length allowed it to flow naturally as she walked across the concrete floor. Her shoes added just enough height to emphasize her poised posture, their polished finish reflecting the faint glow around the ring. Her almost platinum blonde hair had been styled neatly, falling in soft waves.

“Having been born and raised in this business, in the greatest wrestling dynasty of them all, the Braddock family, I learned real quickly from watching my grandfather, ‘Britain’s Best’ Glenn Braddock, and all of his fellow wrestlers that some were destined for greatness, some had the ability to break through the glass ceiling and do anything and everything they wanted, while others seemed doomed to be caught in a niche…” she shrugs her shoulders “...maybe they wanted a singles career but just couldn’t escape tag team wrestling? Perhaps they started as a hardcore junkie and despite trying to prove everyone that there was more layers to them than that, they could not escape being pigeonholed as a garbage wrestler? For the longest time I thought it had to with talent…or in some cases, a lack thereof.” She looks over at her man and smiles warmly before turning back to the camera.

“Now I know better. Now I know it is Fate. Fate determines what tier you belong…main event, mid-card, curtain jerker. Fate determines where you belong…singles, tag team, hardcore. Fate pigeonholes you and you cannot escape it. Your only hope is that Fate smiles upon you and that you are blessed with Fate’s gift of that one singular opportunity to break out and make a name for yourself.” Braddock points a finger at the camera. “Colleen MacDonald, you entered Supreme Championship Wrestling pigeonholed as Polly’s sidekick. Her lackey. You were pigeonholed and no one even knew your damn name. You were just one of those girls who ran around with Polly Playtime. But Fate smiled upon you, didn’t it? Fate blessed with you the gift of an opportunity to break through the glass ceiling and make a name for yourself. Thanks to the opportunity Fate handed you, you became Underground Champion. Your wars with Kimberly Williams will not soon be forgotten in SCW lore. I am impressed. So is Clyde. Now you are the SCW Television Champion. Quite an accomplishment for someone who was once just a lackey. Just a sidekick.” The Third Generation Goddess snickers.

“But what Fate gives…Fate can and will take away.” Melinda looks to Clyde, who now steps forward preparing to speak.

“What Fate gives, Fate can take away. Just ask Selena Frost. She was once the most beloved wrestler in this company, she was once the world champion, now everyone hates her and she is forced into an undesirable partnership with Xander Valentine. Ask Light in the Darkness, once the hottest and most successful tag team in SCW, but now only ONE HALF of them is successful and the other half is, shall we say, sliding into irrelevancy. Ask CHBK, once had full reign to run the booking of Breakdown exactly as he saw fit, but now he has to share that power with a CEO with a far different vision of the future of the promotion.” The Harbinger of Fate chuckles softly.

“My beloved is quite right to sing your praises, Ms. MacDonald. You have done quite well for yourself since shedding the skin of a playgirl, since ridding yourself of the identity of just a mere lackey. You are a former SCW Underground Champion and current SCW Television Champion. Make no mistake, Ms. MacDonald, your breakthrough and success were as a result of an opportunity that Fate gifted you. But your time of riding high upon the wave of success has come to a bitter end. As a matter of fact, the end of your tremendous run has already begun, you either haven’t realized it yet or you are in denial of the reality of the grim situation you find yourself in.”

“You broke through by winning the Underground Title and surviving challenge after challenge, including that of Kimberly Williams herself, but then you ran into The Monster Machine Enigma. You LOST the championship that propelled you into singles stardom. Despite your best efforts you could not overcome him. But what is sad, Ms. MacDonald, is that you gave up trying to defeat him yourself and you HANDPICKED an opponent, a warrior to defeat him for you. You chose Xander Valentine to slay the beast you could not slay on your own.”

“Pathetic.” Melinda says with a smirk on her face.

“So what do I see when I look at you standing across the ring from me as the reigning SCW Television Champion? Do I see that same fierce Colleen MacDonald who broke through into singles success?” Sutter pauses to let the question sink in before he shakes his head. “No; instead, I see a woman who gave up and has settled for something else. I see a woman who either realizes that her star is starting to fizzle out and she is using the Television Title to hide the fact that her run is over…or I see a woman who is trying to convince herself that she is still relevant, that Fate is still on her side.” The Assassin shakes his head.

“I hate to be the bearer of bad news, Ms. MacDonald, but your star is fizzling out. Fate is no longer on your side. Your end is near. You have put up a valiant effort in defending the Television Title, the workhorse championship of this promotion, but you are running on fumes and luck and your luck is about to run out, the gas in your tank is running out. Now you are preparing to stare Fate’s Chosen Assassin eye eye, you are being tasked with defending your championship against me, against The Assassin, and as much as I admire your story of fighting and clawing your way to the top, I will not hesitate to pull the trigger and kill your fairy tale run once and for all. I will not hesitate to knock your head off and claim that SCW Television Championship for myself,” he looks down at Melinda and smiles “for my beloved…”

“...and for Fate. You see, Ms. MacDonald, unlike you and the rest of the locker room, I recognize what brought me to the dance. I understand that I am here because Fate brought me here and I proudly do its will. You have prancing around winning championships, carrying yourself as a warrior acting as if you did it all on your own, not recognizing the role that Fate played. But Fate always collects its debts that it is owed and on Breakdown I will take the SCW Television as payment. So enjoy the remaining few days you have with that championship. Enjoy your remaining few days of the cheers from the fans. Enjoy the spotlight while you still can. It all comes to an end on Breakdown because your Fate is sealed.”