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July 6th, 2025
Birmingham, England
Off Camera
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The early evening in Birmingham, England was tinged with the faintest light, that brief glimmer just before the sun dipped behind the roofs and treetops, casting long shadows across the quiet residential streets. Glory Braddock walked briskly up the stone path leading to the front door of her best friend’s house, her steps light but deliberate. She wore a loose charcoal-gray T-shirt, slightly faded, over it, a simple zip-up hoodie hung open, her long blonde hair tied in a messy ponytail, strands falling loose to frame her face. She wore faded denim jeans and simple white sneakers. She slowed at the foot of the porch, eyeing the elegant frosted glass of the front door. Melody Murphy lived in a charming home nestled at the end of a tree-lined street, its white stone trim and ivy touched brick practically out of a lifestyle magazine. The steps were flanked by planters full of blooming lavender and marigold.
She knew before even ringing the bell that her friend would answer looking immaculate. Melody always did. No matter the occasion, whether it was a business meeting, lunch at a café, or a spontaneous movie night. She wore pearls like they were casual, floated through life in satin skirts and chiffon blouses, and somehow always smelled faintly of expensive vanilla and roses. She made it look effortless. Glory stared at the door for a beat longer than necessary. It wasn’t just a social call. Not this time. Their mutual friend, Frances Taylor, a former business partner who had walked out on them and threatened to ruin their business, declared corporate war on them. Although recently, the news is that Frances Taylor’s attempt at war is falling flat on its face. The British Bombshell was prepared to let Frances wallow in her failure but Melody wants to try and get the trio to reconcile. Braddock is willing to hear Melody and Frances out, but she is not sure she is willing to reconcile. She’s been betrayed too many times.
Finally, after a long, tense pause, The British Bombshell exhaled and pressed the doorbell. Inside, she could hear faint movement; heels on hardwood, the rustle of fabric. A few seconds passed before the door creaked open, revealing Melody in all her radiant, overdressed for no reason glory. She wore a pale pink blouse with ruffled sleeves tucked into a high-waisted cream skirt, and her hair was curled to soft perfection, not a single strand out of place. Her lips matched the flowers in the porch planters.
“Glory!” Melody exclaims with a gleeful smile upon her face. “I am so happy to see you and so glad that you came!” She reaches over and embraces Braddock in a tight hug. Glory can’t help but smile at Melody’s enthusiasm, though she knows that it is forced. She knows Melody is trying to keep the mood light and happy, considering that she knows what is to happen next, and that a woman who betrayed Glory Braddock is just inside the home. They break the embrace and Glory smiles politely back at Melody.
“Anything for you.” Glory remarks. Her tone, though, quickly becomes more stern. “But remember, I am making zero promises about how this is going to turn out. That person in there, your friend Frances…”
“Our friend.” Melody says, correcting her. “We have so many memories together.”
“Yeah, memories that she apparently didn’t care anything about, memories she was willing to throw away just to ruin you and me, to run us out of business. Maybe you can forgive and forget but I’m not sure I can.”
“I never said you had to forget. Just forgive.”
“We’ll see.” Glory sighs. “Like I said, I am making no promises.”
“Come in!” Melody stepped aside with graceful ease, her polished nails brushing the edge of the door as she gestured Glory inside.
Glory brushed past her, her sneakers silent on the polished wood floors. The warmth of the house immediately enveloped her; subtle hints of lavender diffusers, fresh lilies from the florist, and the unmistakable scent of something sweet baking in the kitchen. As Glory entered the living room, she slowed to a stop. Frances Taylor was there. The woman sat upright on the edge of Melody’s pristine cream colored loveseat, a crystal tumbler of untouched water clutched tightly in her hands. She was still as a statue, blonde hair pulled back in a severe chignon that did nothing to soften the sharp lines of her face. Her pale blue eyes flicked up to meet Glory’s. Braddock’s jaw clenched. Frances looked like she wanted to stand. Maybe she had rehearsed something; an apology, a justification, a plea. Whatever it was, it died before it reached her lips. She remained seated, knuckles white around the glass, her designer heels tucked stiffly beneath her.
“Sit, please.” Melody’s voice floated behind Glory, light but firm.
Glory didn’t move right away. She stared at Frances. The tension between them was thick. She inhaled deeply, then moved to the armchair opposite Frances. Her bag hit the floor with a dull thud as she sank into the cushions, legs spread slightly apart in her typical fighter’s posture; rooted, unpretentious, and visibly unimpressed. Melody took her place beside Frances, perching gracefully on the edge of the sofa.
“Thank you again for coming,” Melody said “now let’s not beat around the bush. Let’s get down to business, shall we?”
“I couldn’t have said it better myself.” Glory starts off quickly. She turns her attention to Frances. “You quit your position as president of Glorious Golden Enterprises, knowing the pressure it would put on me. Furthermore you went and declared war, you poached my talent, you tried to run me out of business. And now according to Melody that attempt has failed miserably.” Glory shakes her head in disgust. “You didn’t just fail, you epically failed. The government is after you. You could get arrested at any moment now. So you came crawling to Melody for help.” Glory snickers. “I never thought I would see the day that she would be a better person than me, but maybe she is, because I’m not sure I’m willing to help, not after what you did to me.”
“Glory!” Melody exclaims. Frances, though, holds up a hand to silence her.
“It’s ok.” She turns her attention to Glory. “You have every right to be angry with me. I did try to run you out of business and believe me, I am so sorry for betraying you and your trust. But it was all Dominic.” Tears form in her eyes. “He manipulated me!”
“Throwing Dominic under the bus, eh?” Glory asks. “So your new boy toy isn’t the classy gentleman you thought he was, eh?”
“It’s true!” Frances exclaims. “He never truly loved me, he just used me to gain influence and control over Taylor Enterprises. That’s why I’m in so much legal trouble. He forged y signature onto several shady business dealings that were definitely illegal. Now I’m under investigation!” She shakes her head as the tears now flow freely down her cheeks. “Taylor Enterprises is gone, Gloria, along with all its assets, which likely have been transferred to Dominic’s offshore accounts!”
“Where is Dominic?” Glory asks curiously.
“He disappeared because the authorities are looking for him too.” Frances says. “The government believe that I am involved too. The prosecutors are out for blood, Gloria, and it will take damn good attorneys to get me out of this mess, to prove my innocence, and that’s why I need you and Melody to help bail me out of this!”
“You are clueless, aren’t you?” Glory says nastily. “Even if I were to join Melody in helping you, and if we were to clear your name, you still have nothing. You said it yourself, Dominic stole everything from you. You literally don’t have a dime to your name.”
“I know.” Frances bows her head in shame. “That’s why I am begging for my old job back…no strings attached…”
“This is rich.” Glory cannot help but laugh. “You tried to put me out of business because of some nonsense about you feeling disrespected that I wouldn’t give you free reign to run the company all on your own, that I wouldn’t make you the second most powerful person in the company, now you are here begging for your old job.”
“Glory, please,” Melody chimes in “she has nothing.”
“She tried to take everything away from me.”
“I know she did.” Melody says. “But you need to find it in your heart to forgive her. I needed your forgiveness and you forgave me. And if I recall, there were times…many of them, in fact…when you needed forgiveness from those you betrayed. You needed second chances before, Glory. Is it not hypocritical of you to ask for second and third chances for yourself but grant them for Frances, one of your oldest friends?”
Those words hit The British Bombshell like a ton of bricks. They sting because they are true. Glory has sought out forgiveness from friends, family, her fans, and more in the past due to her own actions. Braddock still feels betrayed and hurt by Frances’s actions, but Melody is right; leaving Frances to rot without lifting a finger to help would be hypocritical of her. Glory Braddock must be better than that. Finally, after a long tense pause, she sighs and nods her head.
“You’re right…” she looks over at Frances “...I’ll do whatever I can. My attorneys are at your service and I will use whatever other connections or resources I have to clear your name, to prove your innocence.”
“Thank you!”
“And yes, you will get your old job back.” Glory says which brings a big smile to Frances’s face. “But I’m warning you that this won’t be easy for you, and it won’t be because of me giving you grief. It won’t be me being spiteful. I am not the only one in Glorious Golden Enterprises who felt betrayed by your actions. Few in the company will trust you now that your reputation has been tarnished, not only by you declaring war on us, but also by Dominic framing you.”
“I know it’ll be hard.” Frances nods her head.
“Very hard.” Glory says emphatically. “But Melody is right, people deserve a second chance, and you, being a longtime friend, definitely deserve a second chance. That’s all I’m offering, mate, a chance to prove yourself.”
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July 9th, 2025
Miami, Florida
On Camera
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We open with the fusion of tropical calm and metropolitan edge that is Miami, Florida. The buildings are sleek, glassy, and modern, forming a sharp, geometric contrast with the natural elements in the foreground. They rise into the sky bathed in the soft light of the setting sun. To the left, a tall, iconic palm tree leans slightly, its fronds gently swaying in the breeze. The greenery at the water’s edge adds a touch of softness, framing the cityscape with a subtle, organic edge. The sunlight filters through the tree leaves, casting faint shadows and golden highlights across the landscape. A few moments later and we see Glory Braddock entering the scene from the right. The British Bombshell is dressed in a fitted, short-sleeved lace top in a rich, royal purple hue. The intricate floral lace fabric is sheer enough to offer a glimpse of the silhouette underneath while maintaining tasteful elegance. The neckline is slightly scalloped, adding a delicate, feminine detail that contrasts nicely with her otherwise sleek appearance. She pairs the top with high-waisted, dark indigo skinny jeans that accentuate her long legs and narrow waist. The jeans are snug and tailored, hugging her frame with a flattering fit. Her hands rest casually at her sides—one brushing lightly against her thigh, the other held with relaxed fingers, suggesting ease and confidence. Behind her stretches a tranquil waterfront; calm blue waters shimmering beneath the light, reflecting the soft hues of the sky.
“Miami, Florida! I have spent the last ten years of my life calling this place home, my youngest daughter has spent the vast majority of her life here. My husband and I have had some great memories here. The people of Miami have embraced me as one of their own. This is my adopted home and I am very much looking forward to marching into Breakdown this week to compete in front of the fans of Miami. And I will need all of the fan support I can muster. Waylon Creek has been proven to be all but unstoppable. I will need every offensive and defensive move in my arsenal, all of the counter holds I know, all of the experience locked away in my head, and definitely all of the fan support to push me over the finish line in this one. I am not going to pretend that this one will be a cakewalk. This will be a war, but it is a war that I am prepared for.” Braddock’s look remains intense and focused as her gaze remains locked on the camera.
“But I was not born here. Most of my life was spent in my native land of London, England. I am a product of Glenn Braddock and his style of wrestling which has always been technically sound, submission based, and definitely a touch of smash mouth. I idolized my father and I wanted somehow, someway, continue his legacy. I never knew as a young girl growing up that I would do that by literally following in his footsteps, being trained by him, and becoming a professional wrestler just like him. When a career ending back injury forced him into early retirement, he chose to pass his career of experience and wisdom onto the next generation, starting with me. I was his first student. He taught me everything he knew. One of the many lessons he taught me is that no one in this business is invincible, no one is unstoppable, and everyone can be beaten by anyone on any given night.” Glory smirks knowingly.
“I think Amy Chastaine said it pretty well last week on Breakdown and maybe, just maybe, that’s why you set her up, Waylon? Maybe that’s why you decided to try and take her out? Face facts, mate; she’s right. You are human. You have weaknesses and vulnerabilities. And despite the inane ramblings of your foghorn leghorn reject handler William Heaven, you are beatable. If you truly lived up the hype that Heaven gives you oh so graciously, you would be world champion right now, not Aries. You would be on your way to the Rise To Greatness main event, not Aries. Yet the way it appears to me, Aries is the champion, James Evans WAS the champion, and you? Well that makes you just third place in the rat race that is The Fall of Man. You are little more than the third best member of The Fall of Man. Since Evans is out of action and Aries is occupied with defending the top prize against Xander, Cid, and Selena, that leaves you as his only real option. Hell, he might even bypass you and go straight to his son if it weren’t for the fact that he’s utterly ashamed of his own flesh and blood.”
“You are not living up to the hype of being the next big thing in SCW. You are not unstoppable, you are very much beatable. The proof is right there staring everyone in the face, Waylon. The fact that the only real championship you have held is the Television Title is a strong statement. Don’t give me that tag team title reign, either, with the freebird rule crap. James Evans and Aries won the titles FOR YOU. Your World Title opportunities have all ended with you falling flat on your face as a failure. With the lone exception of that Television Title reign, every single time you have made it into the spotlight of SCW was because Evans and Aries carried you there. That is some humbling that you oh so desperately need, Waylon, so I hope that sunk into the thick skull of yours, mate.”
“Don’t get me wrong, though, I’m not here to overlook how good you are and what you are capable of. That was just me pointing out that you are not this invincible beast that Heaven makes you out to be. Your Television Title reign was historic and only ended because you were stripped of the title, you were never beaten for it. Fair play. It took someone the caliber of Xander Valentine to finally put a decisive clean cut defeat on your record. So trust me, I know what you are capable of and I respect what you can do in the ring.. I definitely respect you as a threat inside that ring. I may not respect the hoodlums you hang out with but I respect you as a competitor and I respect the threat that you bring to the squared circle. Understand that I am a big threat in my own right. I am a Supreme Champion and a two time Trios Tournament winner. I have won just about every single brass ring SCW has to offer. I have fought bigger and badder bullies than you and I choked each and every one of them unconscious. My name is Glory Braddock, I am The British Bombshell, and I am prepared to take everything you have to offer, Waylon. Bring your best because you will need it, you will need all of it, if you hope to put me down in Miami on Breakdown.” The look of intensity breaks ever so slightly to make way for a smirk.
“There is yet another lesson my father taught me in the early days of my training. Do not allow yourself to get distracted. Remain focused on your opponent. Now I’ve been around the block in my career as a wrestler, I’ve seen it all, and I’ve seen this story play out more than a few times, especially here lately in SCW. The whole gang warfare mentality I know how your lot operate. I’m certain Heaven already has a backup plan in mind in the event that I get you locked up in Shekhinah Glory and you’re ready to tap or if I drop you on your head with Glorification and a pin fall victory is near. Will Heaven or Heaven Jr come out and attack me? Will Aries save you…again? Anything is possible and trust me, I will be prepared for all of it. But at the end of the day my focus is on you. I am on a bit of a winning streak myself, having toppled the likes of David Striker, Kemal Yilmaz, Amelia Nevado, and Sal Darius. I have the momentum at my back because I have kept my focus on my opposition, I have not allowed myself to be distracted, and I will not allow myself to be distracted here. I’d love to have a straight up match against you, Creek, and test myself against you. But I’m not holding my breath. Know this, your only hope of saving face if…WHEN…I have you in danger of victory, is if one of your pals bails you out and gets you disqualified. But I will do everything in my power to ensure I pin you or make your ass tap out.”
“A certain Monarch could learn that lesson. Am I right, Ryan? Focus on your opponent and you might actually win. See, I’m in your head now. The fact that my mere presence was enough to cause you to lose two straight matches in a row is evidence of how obsessed you are with me. I’m not sure if I should be flattered or creeped out. If you really want to watch me, Ryan, just sit back in the comfort of the dressing room, your hotel room, or wherever you like really, but just stay out of my business and watch one of the best wrestlers in the world at work on Breakdown. Watch my humble Waylon Creek. Watch what I do, what I am capable of, when I operate at my very best and right now I am wrestling better than I have ever wrestled in my career. I am not the wrestler you want to pick a fight with and that is a lesson both you and Waylon Creek will learn really quickly.” She shuts her eyes.
“Sic Semper Tyrannis.”
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July 6th, 2025
Birmingham, England
Off Camera
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The early evening in Birmingham, England was tinged with the faintest light, that brief glimmer just before the sun dipped behind the roofs and treetops, casting long shadows across the quiet residential streets. Glory Braddock walked briskly up the stone path leading to the front door of her best friend’s house, her steps light but deliberate. She wore a loose charcoal-gray T-shirt, slightly faded, over it, a simple zip-up hoodie hung open, her long blonde hair tied in a messy ponytail, strands falling loose to frame her face. She wore faded denim jeans and simple white sneakers. She slowed at the foot of the porch, eyeing the elegant frosted glass of the front door. Melody Murphy lived in a charming home nestled at the end of a tree-lined street, its white stone trim and ivy touched brick practically out of a lifestyle magazine. The steps were flanked by planters full of blooming lavender and marigold.
She knew before even ringing the bell that her friend would answer looking immaculate. Melody always did. No matter the occasion, whether it was a business meeting, lunch at a café, or a spontaneous movie night. She wore pearls like they were casual, floated through life in satin skirts and chiffon blouses, and somehow always smelled faintly of expensive vanilla and roses. She made it look effortless. Glory stared at the door for a beat longer than necessary. It wasn’t just a social call. Not this time. Their mutual friend, Frances Taylor, a former business partner who had walked out on them and threatened to ruin their business, declared corporate war on them. Although recently, the news is that Frances Taylor’s attempt at war is falling flat on its face. The British Bombshell was prepared to let Frances wallow in her failure but Melody wants to try and get the trio to reconcile. Braddock is willing to hear Melody and Frances out, but she is not sure she is willing to reconcile. She’s been betrayed too many times.
Finally, after a long, tense pause, The British Bombshell exhaled and pressed the doorbell. Inside, she could hear faint movement; heels on hardwood, the rustle of fabric. A few seconds passed before the door creaked open, revealing Melody in all her radiant, overdressed for no reason glory. She wore a pale pink blouse with ruffled sleeves tucked into a high-waisted cream skirt, and her hair was curled to soft perfection, not a single strand out of place. Her lips matched the flowers in the porch planters.
“Glory!” Melody exclaims with a gleeful smile upon her face. “I am so happy to see you and so glad that you came!” She reaches over and embraces Braddock in a tight hug. Glory can’t help but smile at Melody’s enthusiasm, though she knows that it is forced. She knows Melody is trying to keep the mood light and happy, considering that she knows what is to happen next, and that a woman who betrayed Glory Braddock is just inside the home. They break the embrace and Glory smiles politely back at Melody.
“Anything for you.” Glory remarks. Her tone, though, quickly becomes more stern. “But remember, I am making zero promises about how this is going to turn out. That person in there, your friend Frances…”
“Our friend.” Melody says, correcting her. “We have so many memories together.”
“Yeah, memories that she apparently didn’t care anything about, memories she was willing to throw away just to ruin you and me, to run us out of business. Maybe you can forgive and forget but I’m not sure I can.”
“I never said you had to forget. Just forgive.”
“We’ll see.” Glory sighs. “Like I said, I am making no promises.”
“Come in!” Melody stepped aside with graceful ease, her polished nails brushing the edge of the door as she gestured Glory inside.
Glory brushed past her, her sneakers silent on the polished wood floors. The warmth of the house immediately enveloped her; subtle hints of lavender diffusers, fresh lilies from the florist, and the unmistakable scent of something sweet baking in the kitchen. As Glory entered the living room, she slowed to a stop. Frances Taylor was there. The woman sat upright on the edge of Melody’s pristine cream colored loveseat, a crystal tumbler of untouched water clutched tightly in her hands. She was still as a statue, blonde hair pulled back in a severe chignon that did nothing to soften the sharp lines of her face. Her pale blue eyes flicked up to meet Glory’s. Braddock’s jaw clenched. Frances looked like she wanted to stand. Maybe she had rehearsed something; an apology, a justification, a plea. Whatever it was, it died before it reached her lips. She remained seated, knuckles white around the glass, her designer heels tucked stiffly beneath her.
“Sit, please.” Melody’s voice floated behind Glory, light but firm.
Glory didn’t move right away. She stared at Frances. The tension between them was thick. She inhaled deeply, then moved to the armchair opposite Frances. Her bag hit the floor with a dull thud as she sank into the cushions, legs spread slightly apart in her typical fighter’s posture; rooted, unpretentious, and visibly unimpressed. Melody took her place beside Frances, perching gracefully on the edge of the sofa.
“Thank you again for coming,” Melody said “now let’s not beat around the bush. Let’s get down to business, shall we?”
“I couldn’t have said it better myself.” Glory starts off quickly. She turns her attention to Frances. “You quit your position as president of Glorious Golden Enterprises, knowing the pressure it would put on me. Furthermore you went and declared war, you poached my talent, you tried to run me out of business. And now according to Melody that attempt has failed miserably.” Glory shakes her head in disgust. “You didn’t just fail, you epically failed. The government is after you. You could get arrested at any moment now. So you came crawling to Melody for help.” Glory snickers. “I never thought I would see the day that she would be a better person than me, but maybe she is, because I’m not sure I’m willing to help, not after what you did to me.”
“Glory!” Melody exclaims. Frances, though, holds up a hand to silence her.
“It’s ok.” She turns her attention to Glory. “You have every right to be angry with me. I did try to run you out of business and believe me, I am so sorry for betraying you and your trust. But it was all Dominic.” Tears form in her eyes. “He manipulated me!”
“Throwing Dominic under the bus, eh?” Glory asks. “So your new boy toy isn’t the classy gentleman you thought he was, eh?”
“It’s true!” Frances exclaims. “He never truly loved me, he just used me to gain influence and control over Taylor Enterprises. That’s why I’m in so much legal trouble. He forged y signature onto several shady business dealings that were definitely illegal. Now I’m under investigation!” She shakes her head as the tears now flow freely down her cheeks. “Taylor Enterprises is gone, Gloria, along with all its assets, which likely have been transferred to Dominic’s offshore accounts!”
“Where is Dominic?” Glory asks curiously.
“He disappeared because the authorities are looking for him too.” Frances says. “The government believe that I am involved too. The prosecutors are out for blood, Gloria, and it will take damn good attorneys to get me out of this mess, to prove my innocence, and that’s why I need you and Melody to help bail me out of this!”
“You are clueless, aren’t you?” Glory says nastily. “Even if I were to join Melody in helping you, and if we were to clear your name, you still have nothing. You said it yourself, Dominic stole everything from you. You literally don’t have a dime to your name.”
“I know.” Frances bows her head in shame. “That’s why I am begging for my old job back…no strings attached…”
“This is rich.” Glory cannot help but laugh. “You tried to put me out of business because of some nonsense about you feeling disrespected that I wouldn’t give you free reign to run the company all on your own, that I wouldn’t make you the second most powerful person in the company, now you are here begging for your old job.”
“Glory, please,” Melody chimes in “she has nothing.”
“She tried to take everything away from me.”
“I know she did.” Melody says. “But you need to find it in your heart to forgive her. I needed your forgiveness and you forgave me. And if I recall, there were times…many of them, in fact…when you needed forgiveness from those you betrayed. You needed second chances before, Glory. Is it not hypocritical of you to ask for second and third chances for yourself but grant them for Frances, one of your oldest friends?”
Those words hit The British Bombshell like a ton of bricks. They sting because they are true. Glory has sought out forgiveness from friends, family, her fans, and more in the past due to her own actions. Braddock still feels betrayed and hurt by Frances’s actions, but Melody is right; leaving Frances to rot without lifting a finger to help would be hypocritical of her. Glory Braddock must be better than that. Finally, after a long tense pause, she sighs and nods her head.
“You’re right…” she looks over at Frances “...I’ll do whatever I can. My attorneys are at your service and I will use whatever other connections or resources I have to clear your name, to prove your innocence.”
“Thank you!”
“And yes, you will get your old job back.” Glory says which brings a big smile to Frances’s face. “But I’m warning you that this won’t be easy for you, and it won’t be because of me giving you grief. It won’t be me being spiteful. I am not the only one in Glorious Golden Enterprises who felt betrayed by your actions. Few in the company will trust you now that your reputation has been tarnished, not only by you declaring war on us, but also by Dominic framing you.”
“I know it’ll be hard.” Frances nods her head.
“Very hard.” Glory says emphatically. “But Melody is right, people deserve a second chance, and you, being a longtime friend, definitely deserve a second chance. That’s all I’m offering, mate, a chance to prove yourself.”
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July 9th, 2025
Miami, Florida
On Camera
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We open with the fusion of tropical calm and metropolitan edge that is Miami, Florida. The buildings are sleek, glassy, and modern, forming a sharp, geometric contrast with the natural elements in the foreground. They rise into the sky bathed in the soft light of the setting sun. To the left, a tall, iconic palm tree leans slightly, its fronds gently swaying in the breeze. The greenery at the water’s edge adds a touch of softness, framing the cityscape with a subtle, organic edge. The sunlight filters through the tree leaves, casting faint shadows and golden highlights across the landscape. A few moments later and we see Glory Braddock entering the scene from the right. The British Bombshell is dressed in a fitted, short-sleeved lace top in a rich, royal purple hue. The intricate floral lace fabric is sheer enough to offer a glimpse of the silhouette underneath while maintaining tasteful elegance. The neckline is slightly scalloped, adding a delicate, feminine detail that contrasts nicely with her otherwise sleek appearance. She pairs the top with high-waisted, dark indigo skinny jeans that accentuate her long legs and narrow waist. The jeans are snug and tailored, hugging her frame with a flattering fit. Her hands rest casually at her sides—one brushing lightly against her thigh, the other held with relaxed fingers, suggesting ease and confidence. Behind her stretches a tranquil waterfront; calm blue waters shimmering beneath the light, reflecting the soft hues of the sky.
“Miami, Florida! I have spent the last ten years of my life calling this place home, my youngest daughter has spent the vast majority of her life here. My husband and I have had some great memories here. The people of Miami have embraced me as one of their own. This is my adopted home and I am very much looking forward to marching into Breakdown this week to compete in front of the fans of Miami. And I will need all of the fan support I can muster. Waylon Creek has been proven to be all but unstoppable. I will need every offensive and defensive move in my arsenal, all of the counter holds I know, all of the experience locked away in my head, and definitely all of the fan support to push me over the finish line in this one. I am not going to pretend that this one will be a cakewalk. This will be a war, but it is a war that I am prepared for.” Braddock’s look remains intense and focused as her gaze remains locked on the camera.
“But I was not born here. Most of my life was spent in my native land of London, England. I am a product of Glenn Braddock and his style of wrestling which has always been technically sound, submission based, and definitely a touch of smash mouth. I idolized my father and I wanted somehow, someway, continue his legacy. I never knew as a young girl growing up that I would do that by literally following in his footsteps, being trained by him, and becoming a professional wrestler just like him. When a career ending back injury forced him into early retirement, he chose to pass his career of experience and wisdom onto the next generation, starting with me. I was his first student. He taught me everything he knew. One of the many lessons he taught me is that no one in this business is invincible, no one is unstoppable, and everyone can be beaten by anyone on any given night.” Glory smirks knowingly.
“I think Amy Chastaine said it pretty well last week on Breakdown and maybe, just maybe, that’s why you set her up, Waylon? Maybe that’s why you decided to try and take her out? Face facts, mate; she’s right. You are human. You have weaknesses and vulnerabilities. And despite the inane ramblings of your foghorn leghorn reject handler William Heaven, you are beatable. If you truly lived up the hype that Heaven gives you oh so graciously, you would be world champion right now, not Aries. You would be on your way to the Rise To Greatness main event, not Aries. Yet the way it appears to me, Aries is the champion, James Evans WAS the champion, and you? Well that makes you just third place in the rat race that is The Fall of Man. You are little more than the third best member of The Fall of Man. Since Evans is out of action and Aries is occupied with defending the top prize against Xander, Cid, and Selena, that leaves you as his only real option. Hell, he might even bypass you and go straight to his son if it weren’t for the fact that he’s utterly ashamed of his own flesh and blood.”
“You are not living up to the hype of being the next big thing in SCW. You are not unstoppable, you are very much beatable. The proof is right there staring everyone in the face, Waylon. The fact that the only real championship you have held is the Television Title is a strong statement. Don’t give me that tag team title reign, either, with the freebird rule crap. James Evans and Aries won the titles FOR YOU. Your World Title opportunities have all ended with you falling flat on your face as a failure. With the lone exception of that Television Title reign, every single time you have made it into the spotlight of SCW was because Evans and Aries carried you there. That is some humbling that you oh so desperately need, Waylon, so I hope that sunk into the thick skull of yours, mate.”
“Don’t get me wrong, though, I’m not here to overlook how good you are and what you are capable of. That was just me pointing out that you are not this invincible beast that Heaven makes you out to be. Your Television Title reign was historic and only ended because you were stripped of the title, you were never beaten for it. Fair play. It took someone the caliber of Xander Valentine to finally put a decisive clean cut defeat on your record. So trust me, I know what you are capable of and I respect what you can do in the ring.. I definitely respect you as a threat inside that ring. I may not respect the hoodlums you hang out with but I respect you as a competitor and I respect the threat that you bring to the squared circle. Understand that I am a big threat in my own right. I am a Supreme Champion and a two time Trios Tournament winner. I have won just about every single brass ring SCW has to offer. I have fought bigger and badder bullies than you and I choked each and every one of them unconscious. My name is Glory Braddock, I am The British Bombshell, and I am prepared to take everything you have to offer, Waylon. Bring your best because you will need it, you will need all of it, if you hope to put me down in Miami on Breakdown.” The look of intensity breaks ever so slightly to make way for a smirk.
“There is yet another lesson my father taught me in the early days of my training. Do not allow yourself to get distracted. Remain focused on your opponent. Now I’ve been around the block in my career as a wrestler, I’ve seen it all, and I’ve seen this story play out more than a few times, especially here lately in SCW. The whole gang warfare mentality I know how your lot operate. I’m certain Heaven already has a backup plan in mind in the event that I get you locked up in Shekhinah Glory and you’re ready to tap or if I drop you on your head with Glorification and a pin fall victory is near. Will Heaven or Heaven Jr come out and attack me? Will Aries save you…again? Anything is possible and trust me, I will be prepared for all of it. But at the end of the day my focus is on you. I am on a bit of a winning streak myself, having toppled the likes of David Striker, Kemal Yilmaz, Amelia Nevado, and Sal Darius. I have the momentum at my back because I have kept my focus on my opposition, I have not allowed myself to be distracted, and I will not allow myself to be distracted here. I’d love to have a straight up match against you, Creek, and test myself against you. But I’m not holding my breath. Know this, your only hope of saving face if…WHEN…I have you in danger of victory, is if one of your pals bails you out and gets you disqualified. But I will do everything in my power to ensure I pin you or make your ass tap out.”
“A certain Monarch could learn that lesson. Am I right, Ryan? Focus on your opponent and you might actually win. See, I’m in your head now. The fact that my mere presence was enough to cause you to lose two straight matches in a row is evidence of how obsessed you are with me. I’m not sure if I should be flattered or creeped out. If you really want to watch me, Ryan, just sit back in the comfort of the dressing room, your hotel room, or wherever you like really, but just stay out of my business and watch one of the best wrestlers in the world at work on Breakdown. Watch my humble Waylon Creek. Watch what I do, what I am capable of, when I operate at my very best and right now I am wrestling better than I have ever wrestled in my career. I am not the wrestler you want to pick a fight with and that is a lesson both you and Waylon Creek will learn really quickly.” She shuts her eyes.
“Sic Semper Tyrannis.”
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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)