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January 13th, 2025
Charlotte, NC
Off Camera
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The main office area at the corporate headquarters of Glorious Global Enterprises is practically empty today, no one is here except for one lone secretary; a young brunette woman sitting at her desk. The office walls are painted a neutral light gray, creating a calm atmosphere, with one accent wall featuring a deep navy tone to add depth. Large windows line one side, allowing natural light to flood the space during the day, with motorized blinds that can be adjusted for privacy or to reduce glare. The floor is covered in sleek, light oak laminate, complementing the minimalist style of the furniture. A large desk, made of a polished wood surface with steel legs, sits in the center of the room. The desk is equipped with a dual-monitor setup, a wireless keyboard and mouse, and a sleek docking station for a laptop. Desk organizers keep pens, notebooks, and office supplies tidy, while a small potted plant adds a touch of greenery. To the side of the desk, there’s a comfortable ergonomic chair upholstered in black mesh fabric, offering both style and support. A secondary seating area with a mid-century modern loveseat and a small round table sits by the window, perfect for informal meetings or brainstorming sessions. A soft area rug anchors this corner, and a floor lamp provides warm lighting for the evenings. The walls feature subtle, motivational artwork and a large whiteboard, currently filled with colorful notes, ideas, and diagrams. Opposite the windows, a sleek mounted television can be used for presentations or video calls, adding a professional touch to the room. The secretary seems to be a little apprehensive, curious as to what is about to happen. The secretary’s attention is suddenly drawn as she hears someone entering the office space. It is none other than her boss…the big boss herself, Glory Braddock. Glory Braddock is wearing a tailored pink business suit that consists of a fitted blazer and a matching skirt. The blazer is neatly buttoned, emphasizing her polished and meticulous appearance. The skirt is modestly short, falling just above the knee, adding a modern and fashionable touch to her ensemble. She pairs the suit with sheer black stockings and sleek black heels. Her blonde hair is styled neatly, falling in soft layers that frame her face.
“Ms. Brown…”
“Yes, Ms. Braddock?” The secretary says quietly. She can tell that her employer is a little on edge today and doesn’t want to say the wrong thing.
Is everything prepared?”
“Uh, yes, of course.” The secretary points to the door behind her. “Ms. Alan has arrived.”
“Does she know anything?”
“Nothing.” The secretary sighs. “And, quite frankly, neither do I.”
“Good.” Glory says pointedly. “You don’t need to know anything and believe me, you’re better off not knowing.”
Glory Braddock walks right on past the secretary’s desk and enters through the door and into her office, her very own office here in Charlotte. She doesn’t visit Charlotte, or her corporate headquarters, that often and thus the office itself is minimalist in terms of decor. It has large windows in the background revealing a city skyline. A large desk dominates the room, its surface sparsely adorned with only a few essential items. Several chairs surround the desk, all ergonomic, with clean lines that complement the overall contemporary style. The bright yet neutral tones of the office provide a perfect backdrop. Sitting there at the head of the desk in the most comfortable of chairs is none other than Aurora Alan, youngest sister of the three Alan family siblings who founded this company that Glory now owns. Braddock stops and folds her arms over her chest, staring judgingly at Aurora.
“That’s my seat.”
“I’m sorry, your majesty.” Aurora says sarcastically. “You summoned me on such short notice, I felt I could sit wherever I wanted.”
“You can’t.” Glory says. “Please move.”
Aurora sighs as she gets up and moves over to the next chair over. Then The British Bombshell makes her way over to the head of the desk and sits down. She crosses her legs and stares down Aurora. The Alan family heiress stares down The British Bombshell right back, not willing to back down. The tense silence is eventually broken when Aurora finally speaks.
“So…what is this about? I mean, you have made it clear on more than one occasion that you really don’t like North Carolina. Hell, you tried to convince the Board of Directors to move the company to Miami.”
“It would have made things easier for me.” Glory points out.
“Still, the point is that you hate this city and rarely visit. On top of that, I know how much you dislike and distrust me.”
“It has nothing to do with like or dislike…I just can’t trust you.”
“Whatever you say, Glory.” Aurora shrugs her shoulders. “I just know you sold a solid chunk of your stock to Aphrodite Noel…a known con artist, scum…and all of it knowing that she would have more influence than me, knowing that she would keep me from having any say over the company that my family founded. It is obvious that you do not like me, you do not like this city, and yet here we are, together, in this city. Needless to say, I am confused and I am curious as to what this is all about.”
“You should stop the sarcasm, Aurora.” Glory fires back quickly. “This is serious…possibly for us both.”
“Fine.” Aurora responds coldly. “I’m all ears.”
“Look, I allowed you to retain a fifteen percent stock in this company and a vote on the Board of Directors out of respect for your family’s past contributions to this family. So don’t try making me into an enemy. Yes, I went to great lengths to limit your influence, but that is because I know all too well about your brother’s connections to organized crime. It nearly ruined me, it nearly ruined this company. I would rather not go through that again.”
“Yes, that was my brother not me. Later my sister admittedly picked up on the family business. Again, not me. I have been fully cooperative with you and the authorities. Hell, you said yourself a year ago that you trusted that I was not involved with my brother’s crime syndicate.” Aurora pauses for a moment. “Where exactly are you going with this?” Aurora asks studying Braddock intensely.
“I want to believe that you wouldn’t be involved in your brother’s criminal activities. Still, I’m worried that he or your sister might be up to something.”
“And you think I know about it?”
“You’re my only lead.” Glory shrugs her shoulders.
“What would I have to gain?” She asks. “Hell, I don’t even know what you’re talking about. You’re still being too damn vague and cryptic.”
“Then let me spell it out.” Glory says, her voice growing more intense and determined. “I am the target of a stalker.”
“A stalker?”
“Yes…I’ve been receiving strange phone calls. I have received strange gifts. I even received photographs of my children from some anonymous sender.” Glory’s strong front is starting to crack and her nerves are beginning to show. “Someone is getting way too damn close to me, Aurora, and it scares the shit out of me.”
“I…I had…” Aurora shakes her head “...I had no idea, I am so sorry. But my brother, and anyone else in my family for that matter, none of us is behind it.”
“Are you sure?” Glory asks insistently, almost sounding desperate now. “I need to know who might be targeting me and my family and honestly, your brother certainly would have a lot to gain in getting me out of the way. You know he still despises me for taking this company.”
“Yes, he does still hold a grudge.” Aurora nods her head. “But he has fallen out of favor with his criminal pals. He and my sister no longer have any means to target you.”
“You’re telling the truth?”
“Of course I am.” Aurora says. Glory stares deep into her eyes. Finally Glory sighs and shakes her head.
“I guess that was a dead end. Sorry for dragging you here for this, Aurora.”
“Don’t apologize.” Aurora shakes her head. “Your concern is understandable, and considering everything my brother and sister has done to you in the past, how their criminal organization targeted you in the past, it is perfectly logical for you to want to interrogate me.”
“But I was rude about it…” she weakly smiles “...I’m sorry.”
“Like I said, no apology is needed. But if there is anything else I can do to help…” her voice trails off. Glory shakes her head.
“I’m not sure you can help. I mean, if it has nothing to do with your brother then I really have no idea who or what this is about.” Glory’s face grows more concerned. “I just have to be extra cautious, extra careful, and watch my back…and watch out for my family.”
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January 16th, 2025
On Camera
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We are outdoors in a park. There are large trees in the background and a park bench along a path. A few moments later we see the SCW Adrenaline Champion, “The British Bombshell” Glory Braddock, entering the scene from the right. She is wearing a fitted, long-sleeved dress in a striking shade of deep purple. The dress is crafted from a lace material that is both intricate and delicate, creating a visually captivating texture. The high neckline adds a modest yet fashionable touch, while a subtle cutout detail at the chest introduces a hint of allure without compromising the overall sophistication of the outfit. The lace fabric extends over the long sleeves, giving them a sheer and lightweight appearance, showcasing the fine floral patterns of the material. The bodice is tailored to hug her frame, highlighting her slender silhouette. The dress ends at mid-thigh with a scalloped lace hemline. She pairs the dress with sheer black tights, which add a layer of sophistication and complement the rich purple hue of the dress. She completes her look with a pair of sleek black high-heeled shoes, which have a glossy finish. Her blonde, shoulder-length hair styled in loose waves, framing her face beautifully. Her makeup is flawless and understated, enhancing her natural beauty. She wears a warm smile that radiates confidence and charm. She sits down on the bench and crosses her legs. The SCW Adrenaline Championship belt, which she carried with her, she sets down next to her.
“Just to make something perfectly clear, I knew from the moment that I won this Adrenaline Championship that a target would immediately be on my back. Needless to say there has been a never ending stream of people ready, willing, and able to kick my ass ever since…Clyde Sutter made his return at my expense on Fatal Fortunes. Dexter Grant became number one contender and wants his piece at Dusseldorf. Apparently that’s neither Fiery European who wants to fight me just for the sake of fighting me. And as of that wasn’t enough, now an old friend has decided to stick his nose in my business.” Braddock waves playfully at the camera.
“Hi, Ace. It’s been quite awhile, hasn’t it? If I recall, the last time we had any dealings with one another was when we won Trios with David Helms. I remember how obnoxious you were, how annoyed I was with you, it took every bit of my will power not to kick your ass right then and there, but I swallowed my pride because I knew we needed to work together to win Trios. I knew we needed to be on the same page. But damn did you get on my nerves, Ace, but looking back after all those years I know now why you annoyed me so damn much. All of your goofiness, your childish antics, all of it reminds me of myself and how I used to act back in my first few years as a professional wrestler. We’re not all that different, Ace. Despite how things may appear, I do have a funny bone, I do enjoy a good practical joke. The difference between you and I is that I matured. I have grown. Now I sit here as a former seventeen time World Champion. I sit here as the reigning SCW Adrenaline Champion and Supreme Champion. I sit here and I can definitively say that I am The Best in the World and there is nothing that gets past me, nothing that can fool me, and your games cannot fool me.” Braddock shakes her head.
“See, Ace, I know exactly what you were trying to pull on Breakdown. You don’t really give a damn about the Adrenaline Championship. Sure, adding another achievement to your resume never hurts. It’s extra money in the pocket which no sane individual would turn down. Maybe being Adrenaline Champion can allow you to buy Sophie something nice, huh? But the title isn’t why you are trying to stick your nose into my business. What you really want…or rather WHO you really want…is Dexter Grant. Tell me I’m wrong, Ace. Tell me I’m lying. You can’t because I am right. All you care about is sticking it to Dexter. You just want to piss him off by ruining his chance of becoming Adrenaline Champion. Unfortunately for you, in doing so, you are also threatening my own chances. Do you think I would just willingly let you into the triple threat, willingly decrease my chances of winning and retaining to just one third, do you really think I would just willingly do all of that without making you earn it?” The British Bombshell taps the title belt that sets next to her on the bench.
“I respect this championship too much to allow you to use it as a means to piss off Dexter. Many greats of this company have busted their asses to elevate the title, to make it mean something, to make it respectable. And I am proud to carry it. I am proud to defend this championship. I am not going to let just anyone weasel their way into contention without earning it. Hell, as obnoxious as he is, as annoying as he is, at least Dexter can claim to have earned a shot at this title, which is more than you can say, Ace. So if you want a shot, if you want to weasel your way into this match so you can piss him off, you have to earn it. No games, no jokes, you are going to have to earn your way into this match by wrestling and defeating the best in the world. If you want this title, if you want your chance to annoy Dexter in Dusseldorf, then you have to go through me.” Glory shakes her head. “What that means, Ace, is that you are going to have to wait your turn. You are going to have to sit on the sidelines in Dusseldorf and watch me humble Dexter, watch me be the person who chokes him out in from of the world. Because you are not going to beat me and you are not going to get added to the match. I know you love to turn everything on its head, I know you love to shock the system, but that won’t happen this time. You don’t get what you want because of your antics and games, Ace. I am going to humble you, then I am going to humble Dexter Grant BY MYSELF in Dusseldorf. After that, Dexter is all yours.” She picks up the Adrenaline Title belt. “And this will remain MINE…all MINE…and neither one of you can do anything about it.”
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January 13th, 2025
Charlotte, NC
Off Camera
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The main office area at the corporate headquarters of Glorious Global Enterprises is practically empty today, no one is here except for one lone secretary; a young brunette woman sitting at her desk. The office walls are painted a neutral light gray, creating a calm atmosphere, with one accent wall featuring a deep navy tone to add depth. Large windows line one side, allowing natural light to flood the space during the day, with motorized blinds that can be adjusted for privacy or to reduce glare. The floor is covered in sleek, light oak laminate, complementing the minimalist style of the furniture. A large desk, made of a polished wood surface with steel legs, sits in the center of the room. The desk is equipped with a dual-monitor setup, a wireless keyboard and mouse, and a sleek docking station for a laptop. Desk organizers keep pens, notebooks, and office supplies tidy, while a small potted plant adds a touch of greenery. To the side of the desk, there’s a comfortable ergonomic chair upholstered in black mesh fabric, offering both style and support. A secondary seating area with a mid-century modern loveseat and a small round table sits by the window, perfect for informal meetings or brainstorming sessions. A soft area rug anchors this corner, and a floor lamp provides warm lighting for the evenings. The walls feature subtle, motivational artwork and a large whiteboard, currently filled with colorful notes, ideas, and diagrams. Opposite the windows, a sleek mounted television can be used for presentations or video calls, adding a professional touch to the room. The secretary seems to be a little apprehensive, curious as to what is about to happen. The secretary’s attention is suddenly drawn as she hears someone entering the office space. It is none other than her boss…the big boss herself, Glory Braddock. Glory Braddock is wearing a tailored pink business suit that consists of a fitted blazer and a matching skirt. The blazer is neatly buttoned, emphasizing her polished and meticulous appearance. The skirt is modestly short, falling just above the knee, adding a modern and fashionable touch to her ensemble. She pairs the suit with sheer black stockings and sleek black heels. Her blonde hair is styled neatly, falling in soft layers that frame her face.
“Ms. Brown…”
“Yes, Ms. Braddock?” The secretary says quietly. She can tell that her employer is a little on edge today and doesn’t want to say the wrong thing.
Is everything prepared?”
“Uh, yes, of course.” The secretary points to the door behind her. “Ms. Alan has arrived.”
“Does she know anything?”
“Nothing.” The secretary sighs. “And, quite frankly, neither do I.”
“Good.” Glory says pointedly. “You don’t need to know anything and believe me, you’re better off not knowing.”
Glory Braddock walks right on past the secretary’s desk and enters through the door and into her office, her very own office here in Charlotte. She doesn’t visit Charlotte, or her corporate headquarters, that often and thus the office itself is minimalist in terms of decor. It has large windows in the background revealing a city skyline. A large desk dominates the room, its surface sparsely adorned with only a few essential items. Several chairs surround the desk, all ergonomic, with clean lines that complement the overall contemporary style. The bright yet neutral tones of the office provide a perfect backdrop. Sitting there at the head of the desk in the most comfortable of chairs is none other than Aurora Alan, youngest sister of the three Alan family siblings who founded this company that Glory now owns. Braddock stops and folds her arms over her chest, staring judgingly at Aurora.
“That’s my seat.”
“I’m sorry, your majesty.” Aurora says sarcastically. “You summoned me on such short notice, I felt I could sit wherever I wanted.”
“You can’t.” Glory says. “Please move.”
Aurora sighs as she gets up and moves over to the next chair over. Then The British Bombshell makes her way over to the head of the desk and sits down. She crosses her legs and stares down Aurora. The Alan family heiress stares down The British Bombshell right back, not willing to back down. The tense silence is eventually broken when Aurora finally speaks.
“So…what is this about? I mean, you have made it clear on more than one occasion that you really don’t like North Carolina. Hell, you tried to convince the Board of Directors to move the company to Miami.”
“It would have made things easier for me.” Glory points out.
“Still, the point is that you hate this city and rarely visit. On top of that, I know how much you dislike and distrust me.”
“It has nothing to do with like or dislike…I just can’t trust you.”
“Whatever you say, Glory.” Aurora shrugs her shoulders. “I just know you sold a solid chunk of your stock to Aphrodite Noel…a known con artist, scum…and all of it knowing that she would have more influence than me, knowing that she would keep me from having any say over the company that my family founded. It is obvious that you do not like me, you do not like this city, and yet here we are, together, in this city. Needless to say, I am confused and I am curious as to what this is all about.”
“You should stop the sarcasm, Aurora.” Glory fires back quickly. “This is serious…possibly for us both.”
“Fine.” Aurora responds coldly. “I’m all ears.”
“Look, I allowed you to retain a fifteen percent stock in this company and a vote on the Board of Directors out of respect for your family’s past contributions to this family. So don’t try making me into an enemy. Yes, I went to great lengths to limit your influence, but that is because I know all too well about your brother’s connections to organized crime. It nearly ruined me, it nearly ruined this company. I would rather not go through that again.”
“Yes, that was my brother not me. Later my sister admittedly picked up on the family business. Again, not me. I have been fully cooperative with you and the authorities. Hell, you said yourself a year ago that you trusted that I was not involved with my brother’s crime syndicate.” Aurora pauses for a moment. “Where exactly are you going with this?” Aurora asks studying Braddock intensely.
“I want to believe that you wouldn’t be involved in your brother’s criminal activities. Still, I’m worried that he or your sister might be up to something.”
“And you think I know about it?”
“You’re my only lead.” Glory shrugs her shoulders.
“What would I have to gain?” She asks. “Hell, I don’t even know what you’re talking about. You’re still being too damn vague and cryptic.”
“Then let me spell it out.” Glory says, her voice growing more intense and determined. “I am the target of a stalker.”
“A stalker?”
“Yes…I’ve been receiving strange phone calls. I have received strange gifts. I even received photographs of my children from some anonymous sender.” Glory’s strong front is starting to crack and her nerves are beginning to show. “Someone is getting way too damn close to me, Aurora, and it scares the shit out of me.”
“I…I had…” Aurora shakes her head “...I had no idea, I am so sorry. But my brother, and anyone else in my family for that matter, none of us is behind it.”
“Are you sure?” Glory asks insistently, almost sounding desperate now. “I need to know who might be targeting me and my family and honestly, your brother certainly would have a lot to gain in getting me out of the way. You know he still despises me for taking this company.”
“Yes, he does still hold a grudge.” Aurora nods her head. “But he has fallen out of favor with his criminal pals. He and my sister no longer have any means to target you.”
“You’re telling the truth?”
“Of course I am.” Aurora says. Glory stares deep into her eyes. Finally Glory sighs and shakes her head.
“I guess that was a dead end. Sorry for dragging you here for this, Aurora.”
“Don’t apologize.” Aurora shakes her head. “Your concern is understandable, and considering everything my brother and sister has done to you in the past, how their criminal organization targeted you in the past, it is perfectly logical for you to want to interrogate me.”
“But I was rude about it…” she weakly smiles “...I’m sorry.”
“Like I said, no apology is needed. But if there is anything else I can do to help…” her voice trails off. Glory shakes her head.
“I’m not sure you can help. I mean, if it has nothing to do with your brother then I really have no idea who or what this is about.” Glory’s face grows more concerned. “I just have to be extra cautious, extra careful, and watch my back…and watch out for my family.”
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January 16th, 2025
On Camera
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We are outdoors in a park. There are large trees in the background and a park bench along a path. A few moments later we see the SCW Adrenaline Champion, “The British Bombshell” Glory Braddock, entering the scene from the right. She is wearing a fitted, long-sleeved dress in a striking shade of deep purple. The dress is crafted from a lace material that is both intricate and delicate, creating a visually captivating texture. The high neckline adds a modest yet fashionable touch, while a subtle cutout detail at the chest introduces a hint of allure without compromising the overall sophistication of the outfit. The lace fabric extends over the long sleeves, giving them a sheer and lightweight appearance, showcasing the fine floral patterns of the material. The bodice is tailored to hug her frame, highlighting her slender silhouette. The dress ends at mid-thigh with a scalloped lace hemline. She pairs the dress with sheer black tights, which add a layer of sophistication and complement the rich purple hue of the dress. She completes her look with a pair of sleek black high-heeled shoes, which have a glossy finish. Her blonde, shoulder-length hair styled in loose waves, framing her face beautifully. Her makeup is flawless and understated, enhancing her natural beauty. She wears a warm smile that radiates confidence and charm. She sits down on the bench and crosses her legs. The SCW Adrenaline Championship belt, which she carried with her, she sets down next to her.
“Just to make something perfectly clear, I knew from the moment that I won this Adrenaline Championship that a target would immediately be on my back. Needless to say there has been a never ending stream of people ready, willing, and able to kick my ass ever since…Clyde Sutter made his return at my expense on Fatal Fortunes. Dexter Grant became number one contender and wants his piece at Dusseldorf. Apparently that’s neither Fiery European who wants to fight me just for the sake of fighting me. And as of that wasn’t enough, now an old friend has decided to stick his nose in my business.” Braddock waves playfully at the camera.
“Hi, Ace. It’s been quite awhile, hasn’t it? If I recall, the last time we had any dealings with one another was when we won Trios with David Helms. I remember how obnoxious you were, how annoyed I was with you, it took every bit of my will power not to kick your ass right then and there, but I swallowed my pride because I knew we needed to work together to win Trios. I knew we needed to be on the same page. But damn did you get on my nerves, Ace, but looking back after all those years I know now why you annoyed me so damn much. All of your goofiness, your childish antics, all of it reminds me of myself and how I used to act back in my first few years as a professional wrestler. We’re not all that different, Ace. Despite how things may appear, I do have a funny bone, I do enjoy a good practical joke. The difference between you and I is that I matured. I have grown. Now I sit here as a former seventeen time World Champion. I sit here as the reigning SCW Adrenaline Champion and Supreme Champion. I sit here and I can definitively say that I am The Best in the World and there is nothing that gets past me, nothing that can fool me, and your games cannot fool me.” Braddock shakes her head.
“See, Ace, I know exactly what you were trying to pull on Breakdown. You don’t really give a damn about the Adrenaline Championship. Sure, adding another achievement to your resume never hurts. It’s extra money in the pocket which no sane individual would turn down. Maybe being Adrenaline Champion can allow you to buy Sophie something nice, huh? But the title isn’t why you are trying to stick your nose into my business. What you really want…or rather WHO you really want…is Dexter Grant. Tell me I’m wrong, Ace. Tell me I’m lying. You can’t because I am right. All you care about is sticking it to Dexter. You just want to piss him off by ruining his chance of becoming Adrenaline Champion. Unfortunately for you, in doing so, you are also threatening my own chances. Do you think I would just willingly let you into the triple threat, willingly decrease my chances of winning and retaining to just one third, do you really think I would just willingly do all of that without making you earn it?” The British Bombshell taps the title belt that sets next to her on the bench.
“I respect this championship too much to allow you to use it as a means to piss off Dexter. Many greats of this company have busted their asses to elevate the title, to make it mean something, to make it respectable. And I am proud to carry it. I am proud to defend this championship. I am not going to let just anyone weasel their way into contention without earning it. Hell, as obnoxious as he is, as annoying as he is, at least Dexter can claim to have earned a shot at this title, which is more than you can say, Ace. So if you want a shot, if you want to weasel your way into this match so you can piss him off, you have to earn it. No games, no jokes, you are going to have to earn your way into this match by wrestling and defeating the best in the world. If you want this title, if you want your chance to annoy Dexter in Dusseldorf, then you have to go through me.” Glory shakes her head. “What that means, Ace, is that you are going to have to wait your turn. You are going to have to sit on the sidelines in Dusseldorf and watch me humble Dexter, watch me be the person who chokes him out in from of the world. Because you are not going to beat me and you are not going to get added to the match. I know you love to turn everything on its head, I know you love to shock the system, but that won’t happen this time. You don’t get what you want because of your antics and games, Ace. I am going to humble you, then I am going to humble Dexter Grant BY MYSELF in Dusseldorf. After that, Dexter is all yours.” She picks up the Adrenaline Title belt. “And this will remain MINE…all MINE…and neither one of you can do anything about it.”
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SCW World Champion 1x
SCW United States Champion 1x
SCW Adrenaline Champion 1x
SCW Television Champion 1x
SCW World Tag Team Champion 1x (w/Brittany Lohan)
Supreme Champion
2019 Trios Tournament Winner (w/ Regan Street & Kellen Jeffries)
2020 Trios Tournament Winner (w/ Ace Marshall & David Helms)
SCW Adrenaline Champion 1x
SCW Television Champion 1x
SCW World Tag Team Champion 1x (w/Brittany Lohan)
Supreme Champion
2019 Trios Tournament Winner (w/ Regan Street & Kellen Jeffries)
2020 Trios Tournament Winner (w/ Ace Marshall & David Helms)