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Vlog #63
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We open with an upbeat instrumental track, energetic but polished, the kind of music that sets a confident, modern tone. The camera pans across a sleek, contemporary loft apartment in Birmingham, England, sunlight pouring in through tall windows framed by sheer white curtains that ripple slightly in the breeze. The space is stylish but lived in, exposed brick, polished wood floors, a few championship belts displayed on floating shelves, and a framed photo on a side table. A pair of wrestling boots sit carelessly by the couch, next to a glossy designer handbag that looks far too expensive for gym gear. As the camera settles, Melinda Braddock steps into frame. The blonde radiates poise and control, dressed in a cream blazer over a soft rose top, slim white jeans, and subtle gold jewelry. Her hair is styled in perfect, camera-ready waves, and her confident smile is the kind that seems to light up the whole screen. She adjusts the camera angle with practiced ease before giving a quick, flawless wave to her audience; the picture of elegance and professionalism.
Then, before Melinda can even begin her intro, Fiona Logan appears in the background, dragging a black gym bag across the floor with one hand and clutching a half-empty energy drink with the other. In stark contrast, Fiona’s dark hair is tied back in a messy ponytail, a leather jacket hangs over a ripped t-shirt, and her jeans are scuffed at the knees. A chain wallet dangles from her belt loop, and her expression screams arrogance and confidence. She flops onto the couch, boots up on the coffee table, drawing a sharp look from Melinda, and smirks at the camera. Behind them, the afternoon light catches on the gold of their MWCW tag team titles, gleaming from the shelf. The vibe between the two young women is immediate, Melinda’s refinement clashing perfectly with Fiona’s raw edge.
“Greetings my SCW lovelies, ‘The Third Generation Goddess’ Melinda Braddock of The Vision here with my sister, my best friend, my tag team partner…”
“Your ride or die.” Fiona chimes in with a playful wink.
“... ‘The Boston Badass’ Fiona Logan.”
“At your service.” Fiona smirks and nods her head.
“I told the world that this Vision for professional wrestling was here to stay and that it would not be stopped. What started as an idea has become a true blue movement that has caught fire. What started as a small spark on the independent circuit has grown into a flame that is burning professional wrestling at its core on the global stage in a purifying fire and when those purifying flames are finished doing its work, only The Vision will remain.” Braddock motions to the camera. “Now those purifying flames have come to the shores of Supreme Championship Wrestling.”
“Should we hashtag that, Mels?” Fiona asks. Melinda nods her head.
“Why not? #PurfyingFires!”
“Those purifying fires came to SCW and burned Religious Wright and Chase Upshaw to the ground. Mels and I were slightly offended when SCW threw those two clowns at us for our official debut. We stomped that religious nut and the school teacher reject with an anger problem. Now I love to kick some ass, I enjoy cracking skulls wide open, but I didn’t come here to have crap handed to me. I didn’t come here to have anyone just bend the knee, so to speak.”
“Speak for yourself.” Melinda remarks.
“I came here to fight.” Fiona states defiantly. “I hope that these next two bitches, the Steele girls, can provide some kind of competition for The Vision. I mean, come on, quit boring us, SCW. Quit boring me to death. I want a fight and I hope that Diamond and Ruby can provide one. Otherwise they’re gonna suffer the same fate as Wright and Upshaw.”
“Ah but you fail to realize, Fiona, they WILL suffer the same fate as Wright and Upshaw.” Melinda smirks knowingly. “Because as I have said over and over, again and again, Fate has written the script for SCW and for The Vision. Fate is smiling upon The Vision and that is why are destined to burn SCW down in the purifying flame and reshape it in our gorgeous Vision. It is why Diamond and Ruby are doomed.” Braddock shakes her head. “It is why their Fate is sealed, they just don’t know it yet.”
“Hell, why stop there Mels? The entire SCW should be put on notice right here and now.” Fiona states defiantly. “We beat Upshaw and Wright. Just one victory. We are on our way to clobbering those Steele losers and that’ll be win number two. Two wins in and already The Vision is on the precipice of gaining unheard of power within this company.” Fiona pats Melinda on the back. “Tell ‘em about it, Mels.”
“We keep telling you, we tell all of you, that Fate is in charge. We get mocked and ridiculed for this strong belief in Fate. Yet look at what happened when the Trios Tournament teams were announced?” Braddock chuckles softly. “Myself and my man, Clyde Sutter, happen to be on the same team. Is it luck of the draw or is it Fate? I think you know the answer to that question. Trios has arrived and Fate has seen fit to give me the trump card that practically guarantees me victory.”
“Hashtag it, Mels? #TriosTournament?”
“#TriosTournament.” Melinda agrees with a nod of her head.
“So think about that for a second, losers. The Vision sitting pretty, after less than a handful of matches, with a Trios Contract in its possession. Two of them, if you wanna count the big man’s.” Fiona smirks knowingly.
“Upshaw and Wright were put to rest. Trios fell into our favor. Now Diamond and Ruby Steele have been offered up to us as a sacrifice. This isn’t luck, ladies and gentlemen, it is Fate. Fate is on our side because Fate believes in our Vision, Fate believes in The Vision, and Fate will be the one who lights the purifying fire that cleanses SCW, that rids this company of its weaknesses and when all is said and done, The Vision will be left standing tall.”
“Diamond and Ruby, sorry about your damn luck.” Fiona says with a nasty grin.
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Vlog #63
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We open with an upbeat instrumental track, energetic but polished, the kind of music that sets a confident, modern tone. The camera pans across a sleek, contemporary loft apartment in Birmingham, England, sunlight pouring in through tall windows framed by sheer white curtains that ripple slightly in the breeze. The space is stylish but lived in, exposed brick, polished wood floors, a few championship belts displayed on floating shelves, and a framed photo on a side table. A pair of wrestling boots sit carelessly by the couch, next to a glossy designer handbag that looks far too expensive for gym gear. As the camera settles, Melinda Braddock steps into frame. The blonde radiates poise and control, dressed in a cream blazer over a soft rose top, slim white jeans, and subtle gold jewelry. Her hair is styled in perfect, camera-ready waves, and her confident smile is the kind that seems to light up the whole screen. She adjusts the camera angle with practiced ease before giving a quick, flawless wave to her audience; the picture of elegance and professionalism.
Then, before Melinda can even begin her intro, Fiona Logan appears in the background, dragging a black gym bag across the floor with one hand and clutching a half-empty energy drink with the other. In stark contrast, Fiona’s dark hair is tied back in a messy ponytail, a leather jacket hangs over a ripped t-shirt, and her jeans are scuffed at the knees. A chain wallet dangles from her belt loop, and her expression screams arrogance and confidence. She flops onto the couch, boots up on the coffee table, drawing a sharp look from Melinda, and smirks at the camera. Behind them, the afternoon light catches on the gold of their MWCW tag team titles, gleaming from the shelf. The vibe between the two young women is immediate, Melinda’s refinement clashing perfectly with Fiona’s raw edge.
“Greetings my SCW lovelies, ‘The Third Generation Goddess’ Melinda Braddock of The Vision here with my sister, my best friend, my tag team partner…”
“Your ride or die.” Fiona chimes in with a playful wink.
“... ‘The Boston Badass’ Fiona Logan.”
“At your service.” Fiona smirks and nods her head.
“I told the world that this Vision for professional wrestling was here to stay and that it would not be stopped. What started as an idea has become a true blue movement that has caught fire. What started as a small spark on the independent circuit has grown into a flame that is burning professional wrestling at its core on the global stage in a purifying fire and when those purifying flames are finished doing its work, only The Vision will remain.” Braddock motions to the camera. “Now those purifying flames have come to the shores of Supreme Championship Wrestling.”
“Should we hashtag that, Mels?” Fiona asks. Melinda nods her head.
“Why not? #PurfyingFires!”
“Those purifying fires came to SCW and burned Religious Wright and Chase Upshaw to the ground. Mels and I were slightly offended when SCW threw those two clowns at us for our official debut. We stomped that religious nut and the school teacher reject with an anger problem. Now I love to kick some ass, I enjoy cracking skulls wide open, but I didn’t come here to have crap handed to me. I didn’t come here to have anyone just bend the knee, so to speak.”
“Speak for yourself.” Melinda remarks.
“I came here to fight.” Fiona states defiantly. “I hope that these next two bitches, the Steele girls, can provide some kind of competition for The Vision. I mean, come on, quit boring us, SCW. Quit boring me to death. I want a fight and I hope that Diamond and Ruby can provide one. Otherwise they’re gonna suffer the same fate as Wright and Upshaw.”
“Ah but you fail to realize, Fiona, they WILL suffer the same fate as Wright and Upshaw.” Melinda smirks knowingly. “Because as I have said over and over, again and again, Fate has written the script for SCW and for The Vision. Fate is smiling upon The Vision and that is why are destined to burn SCW down in the purifying flame and reshape it in our gorgeous Vision. It is why Diamond and Ruby are doomed.” Braddock shakes her head. “It is why their Fate is sealed, they just don’t know it yet.”
“Hell, why stop there Mels? The entire SCW should be put on notice right here and now.” Fiona states defiantly. “We beat Upshaw and Wright. Just one victory. We are on our way to clobbering those Steele losers and that’ll be win number two. Two wins in and already The Vision is on the precipice of gaining unheard of power within this company.” Fiona pats Melinda on the back. “Tell ‘em about it, Mels.”
“We keep telling you, we tell all of you, that Fate is in charge. We get mocked and ridiculed for this strong belief in Fate. Yet look at what happened when the Trios Tournament teams were announced?” Braddock chuckles softly. “Myself and my man, Clyde Sutter, happen to be on the same team. Is it luck of the draw or is it Fate? I think you know the answer to that question. Trios has arrived and Fate has seen fit to give me the trump card that practically guarantees me victory.”
“Hashtag it, Mels? #TriosTournament?”
“#TriosTournament.” Melinda agrees with a nod of her head.
“So think about that for a second, losers. The Vision sitting pretty, after less than a handful of matches, with a Trios Contract in its possession. Two of them, if you wanna count the big man’s.” Fiona smirks knowingly.
“Upshaw and Wright were put to rest. Trios fell into our favor. Now Diamond and Ruby Steele have been offered up to us as a sacrifice. This isn’t luck, ladies and gentlemen, it is Fate. Fate is on our side because Fate believes in our Vision, Fate believes in The Vision, and Fate will be the one who lights the purifying fire that cleanses SCW, that rids this company of its weaknesses and when all is said and done, The Vision will be left standing tall.”
“Diamond and Ruby, sorry about your damn luck.” Fiona says with a nasty grin.
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Career Achievements
MWE Television Champion 2x
MWE Riot Champion 1x
GCW World Tag Team Champion 1x
SCW Television Champion 1x
MWA World Tag Team Champion 1x