01-08-2025, 04:57 PM
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Charlotte, NC
On Camera
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Soft music plays in the background as cameras begin to roll. Melinda Braddock, The Third Generation Goddess, sits on a plush cream colored sofa with a glass of wine in her hands in a luxurious living room. She is wearing a shimmering, intricately detailed dress with delicate beadwork and embellishments. The dress is short and form-fitting, showcasing her legs, and it appears to have fringe or sparkling details cascading down from the hemline, adding movement and flair. She pairs this with sleek, thigh-high black boots that contrast beautifully with the light, glittering dress. Her accessories include a metallic headband that elegantly frames her platinum blonde hair, which is styled in soft, flowing waves. The music slowly comes to an end as she begins to speak.
“Fatal Fortunes should not have been a surprise to anyone and, if we are honest with ourselves, some of you probably heard the rumors. You heard the talk of a special talent making his return to Supreme Championship Wrestling.” Melinda sips on her wine and chuckles softly. “Yes, you heard the talk, the rumblings about the return of Clyde Sutter, and then when he did show up at Fatal Fortunes and left one of your champions in a battered heap face down in the center of the ring, what exactly did you expect? What did you expect when the familiar tones of Metallica started playing in the arena? Did thoughts of the same old, tired, dull rage monster go flowing through your heads? Is that what you were expecting?” Melinda chuckles and shakes her head.
“I hate to disappoint you but this Clyde Sutter is different. The beast you remember was mismanaged by an incompetent fool. Clyde will be the first to admit that his first stint in SCW was doomed to failure because of the fact that at his core he was nothing more than a wild animal and the person responsible for looking out for his well being and best interests never really gave a damn in the first place. But things have changed. Clyde has changed. He has controlled his rage, he is now capable of focusing that anger on whoever is standing across the ring from him when that bell sounds. And that makes him far more deadlier than ever before. That makes him a threat to do whatever he wants to whoever he wants in this company. If he wants to just continue to litter this company with broken bodies, he can. If he wants to become a champion, he can do that too. Ultimately, it all boils down to the will of fate.” Melinda winks at the camera.
“If you don’t believe my own words then just look at the evidence. Do you think the sloppy uncontrollable animal could have done what he did to your Adrenaline Champion? And look at how he choked the life out of Sapphire Taylor? And this doesn’t stop there. One by one fate will continue to line up the victims and my lover will continue to break them in half and the next name on the list is Sean Michael Prime.”
Footsteps can be heard in the background. It isn’t long until the aforementioned Clyde Sutter himself steps into view. The Assassin is dressed in an all-black ensemble consisting of a fitted black suit jacket over a black dress shirt, which is buttoned up and paired with a black tie, maintaining a monochromatic and polished look. His trousers match the jacket in color and fit, creating a seamless and streamlined silhouette. He is also sporting black dress shoes that complement the outfit. His neatly groomed beard and slicked-back hair complete the sophisticated and rugged look. Melinda stands up and turns to face her man. He leans down and they lock lips in a passionate kiss. He and Melinda turn to face the camera, his arm wrapped around her waist, and he lets out a chuckle.
“My first run here in Supreme Championship Wrestling was admittedly one of my biggest regrets. I was capable of so much more but was unable to capitalize due to circumstances. This was also during one of the darkest times of my life. Figuratively speaking I had no idea who I truly was…I had no direction and no true leader to guide me. Now I have a guide.” He gives a brief but loving glance down at Melinda before again turning towards the camera again. “And I used my time away from SCW to find out who I am and, more importantly, how to control the fire, the rage deep within my dark heart and to control it, to focus it, to use it to reach out and take whatever the hell I want. In short, I became a better version of myself. Some might argue the best possible version of myself. I have managed to win championship gold. And ever since my return to SCW I have proven that I am more than capable of winning championship gold here if given the chance.” Sutter smirks knowingly.
“Ah but fate is not without its own sense of humor. You see, Mr. Prime, you yourself had a career in this promotion. You also took some time away only to make a return with much fanfare. But that is where the similarities end, isn’t it? Because I have been dominant since my return. I have broken the bodies of every person I stepped into the ring against since my return. In a very sharp contrast, you have done nothing but humiliate yourself since returning to Supreme Championship Wrestling. Your latest run with this promotion can be illustrated quite simply: defeat, defeat, defeat, a long break, defeat, defeat, defeat, another long break, defeat…rinse, wash, repeat.”
“Don’t get me wrong, Mr. Prime, I am not bringing your streak of bad luck up to insinuate or to imply that I believe my night on Breakdown will be some cakewalk. One very important lesson I learned from my lover, my Third Generation Goddess, is that you should always take every opponent seriously. So believe me there is no disrespect here, Mr. Prime. I am taking you very seriously. I am stepping up to you as if you are a legitimate threat to me. I will treat you like the man that you are and I will put you down like a warrior deserves to be put down. So lets get that straight, I am not overlooking you, that is not why I bring up your lackluster past since returning to SCW.” The Assassin shakes his head.
“You see, Mr. Prime, there are so many people out there who would kill to be in our situation, competing for arguably the best wrestling promotion of all time. Unfortunately they haven’t had the best luck, they cannot get their big break. There are those who DID have their time in this hallowed spotlight we will share, Mr. Prime, but for one reason or another they are unable to set foot inside this spotlight again…perhaps they suffered a career ending injury or maybe their behavior was so toxic that they were blacklisted forever and now no one will give them a second chance? Whatever the reason, they want a second chance but they don’t have it. They will never get it.” Sutter points a finger at the camera and the look on his face grows more intense.
“You, Mr. Prime, were granted a second chance. Fate saw fit to grant you another opportunity to shine in Supreme Championship Wrestling. Fate gave you a gift that so many others would kill to have. What did you with that gift, Mr. Prime? You squandered that gift. That beautiful, that wonderful opportunity fate gifted you and you threw it away. You wasted it, you wasted the gift that fate gave you and that, Mr. Prime, offended fate. You offended fate.” Sutter snickers nastily. A cold smirk forms on his face. “That is a very bad thing you did, Mr. Prime. Offending fate is something you should never ever do. You offended fate and now I am tasked with taking that gift away from you…and in the process I just might tear your god damn head off…”
“Sounds like a lovely idea.” Melinda says.
“Honestly, I do not give a damn that you wasted your opportunities. My love here doesn’t give a damn that you wasted your chances. I sincerely doubt that any of the fans or anyone else on the roster gives a damn that you wasted away what could have been a grand return. But fate cares. Fate was offended because you did not take advantage of the opportunity it gave you. Now I have been tasked with eliminating you. Fate has decreed that I shall put you down like the dog that you are and Mr. Prime, you should know that I take my job very seriously. When Fate gives me an assignment I make damn sure I get the job done. Your judgment day has arrived, Mr. Prime, and I will choke the life out of your second chance in Supreme Championship Wrestling.”
“Yet, at the end of the day, your second run in SCW will have some meaning.” Sutter grins coldly. He nods his head. “When I have finished with you, when I have left you for dead, you will serve as a word of warning of what the others on the SCW roster can expect when fate decides that their time is up. The champions of SCW can look upon the wreckage I create and see what will happen to them when fate decides that their respective reigns will come to an end. Unlike you, Mr. Prime, I did not return to simply be an afterthought. I did not return to be a joke or to be lost in the shuffle. I returned to make an impact. I returned to do what I do best and that is to break bodies, get wins, and get paid for it. I returned to continue to do the will of fate and fate has decided that your time is up, Mr. Prime.”
The Assassin turns and plants another kiss on the lips of his beloved Melinda Braddock. The camera fades to black.
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Charlotte, NC
On Camera
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Soft music plays in the background as cameras begin to roll. Melinda Braddock, The Third Generation Goddess, sits on a plush cream colored sofa with a glass of wine in her hands in a luxurious living room. She is wearing a shimmering, intricately detailed dress with delicate beadwork and embellishments. The dress is short and form-fitting, showcasing her legs, and it appears to have fringe or sparkling details cascading down from the hemline, adding movement and flair. She pairs this with sleek, thigh-high black boots that contrast beautifully with the light, glittering dress. Her accessories include a metallic headband that elegantly frames her platinum blonde hair, which is styled in soft, flowing waves. The music slowly comes to an end as she begins to speak.
“Fatal Fortunes should not have been a surprise to anyone and, if we are honest with ourselves, some of you probably heard the rumors. You heard the talk of a special talent making his return to Supreme Championship Wrestling.” Melinda sips on her wine and chuckles softly. “Yes, you heard the talk, the rumblings about the return of Clyde Sutter, and then when he did show up at Fatal Fortunes and left one of your champions in a battered heap face down in the center of the ring, what exactly did you expect? What did you expect when the familiar tones of Metallica started playing in the arena? Did thoughts of the same old, tired, dull rage monster go flowing through your heads? Is that what you were expecting?” Melinda chuckles and shakes her head.
“I hate to disappoint you but this Clyde Sutter is different. The beast you remember was mismanaged by an incompetent fool. Clyde will be the first to admit that his first stint in SCW was doomed to failure because of the fact that at his core he was nothing more than a wild animal and the person responsible for looking out for his well being and best interests never really gave a damn in the first place. But things have changed. Clyde has changed. He has controlled his rage, he is now capable of focusing that anger on whoever is standing across the ring from him when that bell sounds. And that makes him far more deadlier than ever before. That makes him a threat to do whatever he wants to whoever he wants in this company. If he wants to just continue to litter this company with broken bodies, he can. If he wants to become a champion, he can do that too. Ultimately, it all boils down to the will of fate.” Melinda winks at the camera.
“If you don’t believe my own words then just look at the evidence. Do you think the sloppy uncontrollable animal could have done what he did to your Adrenaline Champion? And look at how he choked the life out of Sapphire Taylor? And this doesn’t stop there. One by one fate will continue to line up the victims and my lover will continue to break them in half and the next name on the list is Sean Michael Prime.”
Footsteps can be heard in the background. It isn’t long until the aforementioned Clyde Sutter himself steps into view. The Assassin is dressed in an all-black ensemble consisting of a fitted black suit jacket over a black dress shirt, which is buttoned up and paired with a black tie, maintaining a monochromatic and polished look. His trousers match the jacket in color and fit, creating a seamless and streamlined silhouette. He is also sporting black dress shoes that complement the outfit. His neatly groomed beard and slicked-back hair complete the sophisticated and rugged look. Melinda stands up and turns to face her man. He leans down and they lock lips in a passionate kiss. He and Melinda turn to face the camera, his arm wrapped around her waist, and he lets out a chuckle.
“My first run here in Supreme Championship Wrestling was admittedly one of my biggest regrets. I was capable of so much more but was unable to capitalize due to circumstances. This was also during one of the darkest times of my life. Figuratively speaking I had no idea who I truly was…I had no direction and no true leader to guide me. Now I have a guide.” He gives a brief but loving glance down at Melinda before again turning towards the camera again. “And I used my time away from SCW to find out who I am and, more importantly, how to control the fire, the rage deep within my dark heart and to control it, to focus it, to use it to reach out and take whatever the hell I want. In short, I became a better version of myself. Some might argue the best possible version of myself. I have managed to win championship gold. And ever since my return to SCW I have proven that I am more than capable of winning championship gold here if given the chance.” Sutter smirks knowingly.
“Ah but fate is not without its own sense of humor. You see, Mr. Prime, you yourself had a career in this promotion. You also took some time away only to make a return with much fanfare. But that is where the similarities end, isn’t it? Because I have been dominant since my return. I have broken the bodies of every person I stepped into the ring against since my return. In a very sharp contrast, you have done nothing but humiliate yourself since returning to Supreme Championship Wrestling. Your latest run with this promotion can be illustrated quite simply: defeat, defeat, defeat, a long break, defeat, defeat, defeat, another long break, defeat…rinse, wash, repeat.”
“Don’t get me wrong, Mr. Prime, I am not bringing your streak of bad luck up to insinuate or to imply that I believe my night on Breakdown will be some cakewalk. One very important lesson I learned from my lover, my Third Generation Goddess, is that you should always take every opponent seriously. So believe me there is no disrespect here, Mr. Prime. I am taking you very seriously. I am stepping up to you as if you are a legitimate threat to me. I will treat you like the man that you are and I will put you down like a warrior deserves to be put down. So lets get that straight, I am not overlooking you, that is not why I bring up your lackluster past since returning to SCW.” The Assassin shakes his head.
“You see, Mr. Prime, there are so many people out there who would kill to be in our situation, competing for arguably the best wrestling promotion of all time. Unfortunately they haven’t had the best luck, they cannot get their big break. There are those who DID have their time in this hallowed spotlight we will share, Mr. Prime, but for one reason or another they are unable to set foot inside this spotlight again…perhaps they suffered a career ending injury or maybe their behavior was so toxic that they were blacklisted forever and now no one will give them a second chance? Whatever the reason, they want a second chance but they don’t have it. They will never get it.” Sutter points a finger at the camera and the look on his face grows more intense.
“You, Mr. Prime, were granted a second chance. Fate saw fit to grant you another opportunity to shine in Supreme Championship Wrestling. Fate gave you a gift that so many others would kill to have. What did you with that gift, Mr. Prime? You squandered that gift. That beautiful, that wonderful opportunity fate gifted you and you threw it away. You wasted it, you wasted the gift that fate gave you and that, Mr. Prime, offended fate. You offended fate.” Sutter snickers nastily. A cold smirk forms on his face. “That is a very bad thing you did, Mr. Prime. Offending fate is something you should never ever do. You offended fate and now I am tasked with taking that gift away from you…and in the process I just might tear your god damn head off…”
“Sounds like a lovely idea.” Melinda says.
“Honestly, I do not give a damn that you wasted your opportunities. My love here doesn’t give a damn that you wasted your chances. I sincerely doubt that any of the fans or anyone else on the roster gives a damn that you wasted away what could have been a grand return. But fate cares. Fate was offended because you did not take advantage of the opportunity it gave you. Now I have been tasked with eliminating you. Fate has decreed that I shall put you down like the dog that you are and Mr. Prime, you should know that I take my job very seriously. When Fate gives me an assignment I make damn sure I get the job done. Your judgment day has arrived, Mr. Prime, and I will choke the life out of your second chance in Supreme Championship Wrestling.”
“Yet, at the end of the day, your second run in SCW will have some meaning.” Sutter grins coldly. He nods his head. “When I have finished with you, when I have left you for dead, you will serve as a word of warning of what the others on the SCW roster can expect when fate decides that their time is up. The champions of SCW can look upon the wreckage I create and see what will happen to them when fate decides that their respective reigns will come to an end. Unlike you, Mr. Prime, I did not return to simply be an afterthought. I did not return to be a joke or to be lost in the shuffle. I returned to make an impact. I returned to do what I do best and that is to break bodies, get wins, and get paid for it. I returned to continue to do the will of fate and fate has decided that your time is up, Mr. Prime.”
The Assassin turns and plants another kiss on the lips of his beloved Melinda Braddock. The camera fades to black.
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Career Achievements
MWE Television Champion 2x
MWE Riot Champion 1x
GCW World Tag Team Champion 1x
SCW Television Champion 1x