Syren vs. Clyde Sutter

[The Assassin]

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May 21st, 2025
Atlanta, Georgia
On Camera
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We open in a dramatic and stylized scene with an atmosphere that is intense, dominated by deep red lighting and a smoky background that evokes a sense of menace and theatricality. The setting is industrial; dimly lit with visible outlines of equipment and storage racks, enhancing the gritty, confrontational mood. In the foreground stand two striking figures: Clyde Sutter and Melinda Braddock. Clyde, positioned slightly in front, exudes a commanding presence. He wears a black leather jacket with red accents on the sleeve, paired with an open white shirt that adds a casual yet defiant touch to his rugged appearance. His facial expression is intense and focused, with narrowed eyes glaring forward. His long dark hair is neatly styled, and his stubble enhances his hardened look. Standing close beside him is Melinda Braddock, whose look complements Clyde’s intensity with a seductive and assertive elegance. She wears a sheer black long-sleeved top paired with a leather corset-style bodice, creating a gothic yet fierce ensemble. A large pendant necklace hangs around her neck, contributing to her air of mystery and authority. Her long blonde hair falls in voluminous curls past her shoulders, and her makeup accentuates her piercing stare. Melinda’s posture is confident, with one hand resting gently on Clyde’s arm, a gesture that signifies solidarity and strategic partnership.

“I am sure the question on everyone’s mind is a simple one; why did I kick Syren in the head on Breakdown?” The Assassin smirks. “Most are probably under the assumption that I am doing this for the Cowgirls from Hell. Or perhaps for my beloved’s mother, Glory Braddock, who also has a clear disdain for the fraud who calls herself the best wrestler. Or maybe William Heaven orchestrated this for some unknown reason? I have taken his money before, after all. I am Fate’s chosen Assassin and yes, I am at times a paid mercenary, but to assume that my problem with Syren has anything to do with money would be very two-dimensional thinking. Too simple for someone like myself. The fact that anyone assumes that I have a problem with Syren at all is very simplistic thinking.” He chuckles. “Then again, no one ever accused the SCW fanbase of being able to produce a complex thought. Nothing in this business is ever simplistic, especially not when it comes to someone like myself and Syren. We both, in our own unique ways, are complicated and complex individuals. Nothing with us is ever black and white. You cannot paint either of us in the simplistic shade of hero or villain, good or evil, because the universe does not operate like that. Fate does not operate like that.” The Assassin turns and gazes lovingly at his beautiful girlfriend, the devious “Third Generation Goddess” Melinda Braddock.

“Heroes and villains, good and evil, just like the yin and the yang and light and the dark, all of it is false.” Melinda says boldly and defiantly with a low chuckle. “The fact is that everything is a shade of gray. The fans of Supreme Championship Wrestling boo Clyde and why? What wrong has he done? He went after the Adrenaline Title. He went after the Television Title. He took money from William Heaven to take out Adam Brock.” She smirks. “That last one was entirely Adam’s fault. He should never have involved himself in someone else’s business. So again, I ask, what exactly has Clyde done that is wrong? What has he done that has made him the villain of YOUR story?” Braddock shakes her head. “Fate is neither good nor evil. It is neither black nor white. It is neither yin nor yang. Fate just is. Fate is fair because it is not a respecter of persons nor is it in awe of a particular individual’s successes and achievements. Fate dictates us all and its ways are not our ways. Its ways are mysterious. Which is perhaps why so many here in this company are so opposed to the concept of Fate? They cannot fathom the idea that maybe, just maybe, Fate no longer favors them, that Fate no longer supports them. They cannot accept the idea that Fate has dictated that their time is over. They want to keep reaching up for one more brass ring when Fate continues to keep it just out of reach.” Braddock pats Sutter on his back. She leans her head up against his chest. “Clyde is no villain. He merely enforces the will of Fate. He is Fate’s chosen Assassin and there are oh so many people in Supreme Championship Wrestling who need to be reminded, violently if necessary, that they are not in control of their destiny. Fate is in control.”

The Assassin nods his head, smirking rather smugly and confidently. He wraps his arm around Melinda gently. “Just in case you are unable to connect the dots, my beloved is speaking specifically about you, Syren. “ He menacingly motions towards the camera with his right index finger. “I am always willing to give credit where it is due and your past, your history here in SCW, is quite legendary indeed. Seven times you have been a world champion in this promotion, more than anyone else before you, more times than even Ms. Frost whose favorite activity nowadays has been to tell anyone willing to listen to her insane prattling about how great she is. You are one half of arguably one half of the greatest tag team in SCW history…Dark Fantasy. It can truly be said that, for a very long time, Fate was truly smiling upon you. Fate gifted you with so much success. Fate made you arguably one of the best wrestlers in SCW history and you very well could have remained at the top of this business to this very day.” The Assassin shakes his head. “But Fate is no longer smiling upon you. Fate no longer is on your side. And you only have yourself to blame. Your problem, Syren, is that you began to believe in your own hype. You believed that you and you alone were responsible for your success in SCW and you refused to credit Fate for the success that you have been gifted. It is only natural, then, that Fate would make you suffer. It is only to be expected that Fate would take the necessary steps to humble you.” The Assassin chuckles. “Ah how the mighty have fallen. Your last run with the SCW World Championship was back in 2019 and you needed a multi-layered criminal frameup of Kennedy Street and multiple layers of protection from lackeys including our very own current COO Mr. Desoubrais.”

“So a guy involved in conspiracy is given the reigns of power in SCW? We’re supposed to believe CHBK has the ethics and morality to run this company?” Melinda Braddock snickers.

“What has happened since that seventh world title reign, Syren?” Clyde asks with a knowing, menacing grin on his face. “For the longest of times you have found it increasingly difficult to obtain a win. It has nothing to do with your lack of talent or the increase of talent in SCW. It has everything to do with Fate no longer supporting you. Your downward spiral went so far as to you losing a match to Xander Valentine that would keep you out of the SCW World Title picture until you could win ten matches in a row. You so arrogantly and smugly agreed to that stipulation, confident that you could win ten in a row. I wonder what happened to that stipulation?” He looks over at Melinda. “My love, do you know what happened to that ten win stipulation?”

“I think that CHBK conveniently forgot about that.” She shakes her head. “But no one as morally upstanding as Desoubrais would pull shady tactics to help his old friend Syren.”

“Of course not.” Sutter shakes his head, a hint of sarcasm in his voice. “Unfortunately even Mr. Desoubrais could save you from your downward spiral, Syren. What was the last major championship you won, Syren? It was the Adrenaline Title and you only won it because of Kimberly Williams and her chaotic trios cash in. And lately you have been on a losing streak. You lost to Derek Adonis. Dante Slayton. Selena Frost. There is no shame in losing to Ms. Frost. But Mr. Slayton is new to SCW, quite a shame for someone like you to fall to him, don’t you think? But worst of all is you lost to Derek Adonis. You lost to an obese sexual innuendo.”

“KABLAM!” Melinda exclaims with laughter.

“Look at what Fate has done to you, Syren. What was once the tyrant who ruled SCW with an iron fist, surrounded by an army of good, willing soldiers, is now a faltering failure surrounded by an irrelevant relic of the past named Ravyn and a doofus clown who is only with this company for two reasons…because she provides comic relief and because she is Mr. Desoubrais’s blood relative. Believe me, Syren, if Mr. Desoubrais was not COO, your friend Ms. Chapel would have been fired long ago. That is the extent of your fall, Syren. You were once the one to beat and now you are struggling to stay relevant. Had it not been for Mr. Desoubrais giving you a helping hand that you did not deserve, you would never have even shared the same ring as Ms. Frost or Ms. Braddock at Rebirth. Face facts, you are no longer a main event superstar. You are mid at best and that is because Fate has willed it. You want to change your Fate, you want a return to your glory days, I can see that the passion and drive are still there but if you believe that you can fight Fate then you are fighting a losing battle.” The Assassin sighs and shakes his head.

“Each year since your fall from grace in 2019, each year when Taking Hold of the Flame rolls around you make the same dull, boring proclamation; that Taking Hold of the Flame will be your path back to the top, back to the world championship picture. It is becoming quite the broken record, to be perfectly honest. Once or twice declaring arrogantly and smugly that you will win Taking Hold of the Flame and go on to regain the SCW World Championship, that is acceptable. But year after year since 2019 of making those bold declarations and failing year after year makes you become little more than Chicken Little running around shouting that the sky is falling and just like Chicken Little, no one believes you anymore. No one views you as a threat anymore. People who ordinarily might have stood in awe of your presence are now stepping up and punching you in the face.”

“You aren’t exactly popular anymore, are you Syren?” Melinda asks with a smug, arrogant grin. “Everyone from across the spectrum of the man-made ‘good versus evil’ line hate you. Selena Frost, the most hated person in SCW right now…hates you. My mother, still beloved by the fans despite her own rather controversial announcement…hates you. Kimberly Williams, one of the most fan favorite stars in SCW…hates you. The Cowgirls from Hell…well needless to say, they want your head on a platter. Now my man, Clyde, he is willing to do a job for anyone for the right amount of money, but no one has paid him to do you in, Syren. This particular job on Breakdown tomorrow night is pro-bono, it’s for free as his gift to each and every member of the SCW roster because no one wants you here anymore.”

“Ms. Frost, the Fall of Man, and others are hated but the fans still pay to come and see them. You, Syren, most people just want you to go away. But most importantly FATE wants you to go away.” Sutter sneers. “And as Fate’s chosen Assassin it is my duty, my obligation, to make sure that Fate’s will is done. You arrogantly refused to credit Fate for much of your success and so Fate made you fall from grace. You continue in your arrogance and now Fate has dictated that your time is over. You will NEVER be a World Champion again, Syren, because your Fate is sealed. Fate assured it when you were placed against me on Breakdown tomorrow night in Atlanta. As good as you are, you will be forced to face the undeniable truth that your glory days are over. Tomorrow night you meet your end when I break you in half.”