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October 23rd, 2025
Pittsburg, PA
Off Camera
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Breakdown has recently concluded, the last stop before Under Attack. Clyde Sutter and Melinda Braddock can now turn their attention to their real prize; The Trios Tournament Finals. The Assassin and The Third Generation Goddess have been convinced that Fate is on their side and that Fate has prepared this Trios Tournament specifically for their inevitable victory. The draw for the teams landed the two of them on the same Trios Team. They managed to work together with Alex Belmont of the Shinigami Foundation to get through the quarter finals and semi-finals. Fate has truly been at their back, pushing them through, giving them every ounce of momentum necessary. It almost seems academic that the Trios Tournament victory will be theirs, that they will defeat James Evans, The Enigma, and Gina Glimmer to earn those valuable Trios Contracts.
The noise of the crowd was still echoing faintly through the walls of the PPG Paints Arena, a steady, muffled roar that rose and fell like the tide. Backstage, the atmosphere was its own separate world, bright lights, the whir of ventilation fans, the smell of sweat, fabric, and disinfectant hanging in the air. Crew members hurried past with headsets and clipboards, their sneakers squeaking against the concrete floors, while a few wrestlers lingered at the catering table, their laughter echoing down the narrow hallway. Somewhere in the distance, a production cart rattled by, a reminder that the show never truly stopped moving even after the cameras did. Clyde Sutter stood a few paces from the chaos, hands tucked into the pockets of his dark jeans, shoulders squared beneath a fitted black jacket. He looked every bit the stoic imposing figure; silent, composed, and slightly removed from everything around him. His long black hair hung loosely, still damp from a quick rinse after the night’s match, framing a face that revealed nothing of what he might have been thinking. The overhead lights gave his eyes a dull gleam, and though his expression was neutral, there was a quiet intensity to the way he scanned the room, as if his thoughts were working several layers deeper than the conversation around him.
A few steps away, Melinda Braddock leaned casually against a crate near the corridor wall, scrolling through her phone between glances toward the monitors showing the replay feed. Her blonde hair was pulled back neatly, strands catching the fluorescent light every time she tilted her head. She was still in her wrestling gear; an elegant blend of gold and ivory that shimmered faintly under the harsh lighting, accented with sleek boots that carried both style and purpose. Her gear, much like her personality, balanced grace with strength; every detail intentional, from the subtle sparkle in the fabric to the perfectly tailored fit. There was an ease in her posture tonight, the kind that only came after a performance that went exactly as planned. Her lips curved into a faint, self assured smile, the kind that came not from arrogance but from satisfaction. Beside her, Fiona Logan radiated a very different energy, vibrant, kinetic, impossible to contain. She was still pacing slightly, unable to sit still, her dark hair pulled into a loose ponytail that swayed with each movement. Her gear was darker and more rugged; black and crimson with metallic accents, reflecting her edgier style and no nonsense attitude. Sweat still glistened faintly on her arms and collarbone, the afterglow of adrenaline not yet faded. Every so often she stretched her shoulders, rolled her neck, or tapped her boot impatiently against the floor, unable to completely come down from the high of competition. But despite her restlessness, she was smiling, a broad, genuine expression that lit her entire face.
Behind them, the hum of production continued. Voices over radios, the thump of crates being stacked, the faint crackle of a headset. A light flickered in the far corner, buzzing faintly before steadying again. The floor was littered with the evidence of the night’s chaos: discarded tape, a few towels, a half-empty water bottle. Somewhere nearby, someone laughed too loudly, and the echo of it bounced down the corridor, briefly piercing the quiet bubble surrounding the trio. Melinda finally straightened from her relaxed perch, smoothing an invisible wrinkle on her ring gear, her expression turning thoughtful as her gaze drifted toward Clyde. He didn’t react, just continued watching the corridor ahead, his expression unreadable. Fiona caught the moment out of the corner of her eye and smirked faintly, crossing her arms as she leaned back against the wall beside Melinda. The faint thud of her boot against the concrete punctuated the silence, casual and rhythmic.
“Tonight certainly was eventful.” Sutter remarks calmly.
“Eventful is one way to put it.” Melinda states. “But tonight doesn’t matter, because now we have to move our attention away from the tag team division to a far bigger prize.”
“Trios?” Clyde asks. Melinda nods her head. She approaches him. Sutter bends over and kisses her on the lips. She smirks knowingly.
“We made it through the first two rounds. As long as we can continue to work with Alex Belmont like the well-oiled machine we have been so far, those Trios Contracts will be as good as ours.”
“Be cautious, my love.” Sutter answers. “Mr. Evans, Enigma, and Ms. Glimmer are not to be underestimated.”
“Believe me, Clyde, I know how dangerous Evans and Enigma can be. But I also know how dangerous YOU can be.” She smirks. “As far as the Glimmer girls, go, she and her sister have something me and Fiona want…the SCW World Tag Team Championship. It will be good to get my hands on Gina and show her, and Gia, what they expect when The Vision finally decides to TAKE those tag team championships.” Melinda holds up two fingers. “And TWO Trios Contracts gives us the power to do just that!” She motions to Fiona. “I can use my Trios to give me and you the opportunity to win those titles.”
“One opportunity is all we need.” Fiona states bluntly. “We’ll punt those circus clowns in the ass.”
“Agreed.” Melinda nods her head. “Then Clyde’s Trios can be used to give us singles title opportunities! Or, in the unlikely event The Glimmers survive The Vision, we can use Clyde’s Trios to give us a second chance to become champions!” Melinda turns her attention back to the imposing Sutter, smiling lovingly at him. “Because you will use your Trios Contract how I want you to use it, right love?”
“Of course, my love.” Clyde says warmly. “What’s mine is yours. My Trios Contract shall be yours.”
“I love you.”
“I love you too.” Clyde and Melinda kiss romantically. Meanwhile, Fiona Logan feigns gagging.
“Blegh! Get a room you two!”
“Sorry.” Melinda says, chuckling to herself. “I forgot how you hate love.”
“I don’t hate love, Mels.” Fiona retorts. “I just have other things on my mind right now, y’know, like cracking skulls open and kicking ass. Hell, you two get to be on Under Attack and I have to sit on the sidelines and play cheerleader.” Fiona sneers. “I hate cheerleaders.”
“Don’t worry, sis, Clyde and I will kick plenty of ass on your behalf.”
“Speaking of having your mind elsewhere,” Clyde shoots Fiona a knowing gaze as his voice trails off. Fiona knows exactly where this is going and she instantly shakes her head.
“Yeah, sorry big guy, but I’d rather not talk about that.”
“It would be wise to address the matter now, clear your mind of this distraction now.” Clyde retorts. Melinda nods her head in agreement.
“Clyde is right. We have big things on the horizon, Fiona. We already are on the fast track to a tag team title opportunity. If Clyde, Belmont, and I can win Trios, then we’ll be fast tracked. We need to be ready and you cannot be distracted. Besides, you might have a stalker. That is dangerous.”
“Hopefully it’s just an annoying fan.” Fiona says.
“Regardless of who or what this is, you need to handle it and handle it soon.” Clyde states firmly.
“Then you tell me, big guy, how have YOU been dealing with your own creepy stalker?” The Boston Badass folds her arms over her chest and stares down The Assassin. Sutter nods his head.
“Yes, my situation is indeed quite similar to yours. The difference between you and I is that I have managed to compartmentalize it. I have managed to ensure that my problem is not a distraction. When I walk through the doors of whatever arena SCW sends us to, I can push my problem to the back of my mind and focus on what is important.”
“That’s great, big guy, it really is, and I’m happy you can do that, but I wasn’t raised in this business like Mels.” She points a finger at Clyde. “So tell me, how do I push it all to the back of my mind? How do I forget when I know there’s some creepo, stalker or fan or whatever, coming after me?”
“It is difficult.” Sutter says quietly. Melinda pats him on the back. “Knowing that there is someone out there who is targeting me, and might even come after those I care the most about, that is very troubling. But as I said, I compartmentalize. In the squared circle I focus on that business. When the wrestling has finished and I go back home, that is when I focus my efforts and energies on trying to track down this person who has been targeting me.” A cold grin forms on his face. “As a matter of fact, I believe I know who is targeting me.”
“Really?” Melinda asks, arching her brow out of curiosity. Sutter nods his head.
“Indeed. And Fiona provided the direction.”
“What’d I say that helped so much?” Fiona asks curiously.
“You mentioned that the individual targeting me, the person stalking me, could be someone close to me, someone I would least suspect.” Sutter smirks. “Joey.”
“Of course!” Fiona exclaims for a brief moment before shaking her head. “Wait, who the hell is Joey?!”
“Joey is Clyde’s friend from childhood.” Melinda answers. She turns her attention to The Assassin. “Are you serious? Joey?”
“Unfortunately I am serious, very serious.”
“But it doesn’t make sense!” Melinda exclaims.
“No, it doesn’t make sense, but if you look at the evidence it all seems to point to him. He is the only person who had the ability to do all of this. Remember the one event that started this? The ransacking of my Charlotte apartment? He is the only one, other than myself and Mason Van Stanton, who had access and Mason can be accounted for.”
“It’s just circumstantial evidence.” Melinda shakes her head. “Joey has no motive to hurt you. You two have been friends forever.”
“I know.” Sutter nods his head. “But I will confront him and I will find out if he is telling the truth one way or another.”
“Just be careful.” Melinda says cautiously. “And do not lose your temper with him.”
“You have my word, my beloved.” He says with a warm, protective smile. “I will be careful.”
“And what about the whole ‘losing your temper’ part?” Fiona asks with a smirk.
“I make no promises.”
“Look, we’re getting off track here.” Melinda takes her iPhone and quickly hands it over to Fiona. “Let’s turn our attention away from such negativity and to something far more positive, like our pending Trios victory.”
“You sound very confident.” Fiona snickers. “What do you want me to do with this, though?”
“Just record us.” Braddock looks up at Clyde, smirking. “Ready?”
“Always.”
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On Camera
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“Fate reached out and took me up from the darkness, from the grip of an uncontrollable age and into the light of truth, into controlled chaos that is Fate’s perfect will. Fate blessed me with a second chance at a professional wrestling career. Fate blessed me with my beloved.” Sutter gazes down at Melinda and plants a kiss on her forehead. He looks back at the camera and sneers. “Fate has done many a wondrous thing for me, so of course I have always been loyal to Fate. I preached Fate and I fight for its will. I have been often mocked and ridiculed for my belief in Fate. My beloved and I told you, we told each and every single one of you that Fate had already written the endgame for the 2025 Trios Tournament and that it would end with The Vision holding TWO of the powerful Trios Contracts. Did anyone listen to us? Did anyone heed our warnings?” The Assassin shakes his head.
“No, you chose to ignore the warnings. Yet look at what has transpired…do you think that it was happenstance that I got put on the same team as my beloved Melinda Braddock?”
“Nope!” Melinda says, shaking her head.
“Do you honestly believe that it was sheer luck that our quarter final opponents was a threesome that not only hated each other, but also included one individual who wanted to hog all the glory to herself and another who didn’t even want to participate in the tournament in the first place? Was that luck?”
“Not a chance.” Melinda snickers.
“Was it just just a mere fluke that when Mr. Cannon went for C4 that I managed to get my boot up and drive it into his skull, knocking him and his team out of the tournament semi-finals? And is it a fluke that myself, my beloved, and Mr. Belmont not only operate as a well-oiled machine, but we now find ourselves in the finals of the Trios Tournament just as we predicted? Is all of this mere happenstance, luck, or a fluke?” He gazes down at Melinda who shakes her head.
“No, it isn’t. It is Fate and you should all start believing in Fate because Fate has written the script for this Trios Tournament and everything has gone according to its perfect plan. If you are not yet a believer in Fate you should start believing because Fate is in control. Fate will not be denied. The Third Generation Goddess and The Assassin, along with Alex Belmont, we have made it to the finals, we have made it to Under Attack, and we have just one final obstacle in our way before we can claim those Trios Contracts as ours.” Braddock has a smug look on her face, full of nothing but confidence.
“I get it, I understand what you are all thinking. I know what all of the doubters and non-believers are saying right now; our path ends here. Just look at our competition…James Evans, a former world champion. The Enigma, the reigning Underground champion. Gina Glimmer, one half of the reigning world tag team champions. That team truly is star studded and I will be the first to admit that, under any normal circumstance and against any other team, perhaps those three would be the winners. Any other year, that team would be an odds on favorite to win the whole tournament. So am I surprised to see them across the ring from us in the finals? She shakes her head. “No, I’m not surprised. Then again, why should I be surprised? This is exactly how Fate had planned it. Fate wanted this match to be the finals. Fate wanted the six of us to reach the finals.” She chuckles. “Unfortunately, James, Gina, Enigma, Fate has now but one purpose for you and that is to lose to us.”
“It is a perfect storm, too perfect to attribute it to anything but Fate.” The Assassin chimes in. “James Evans, a member of the Fall of Man whom I once worked for. The seemingly unstoppable Enigma, the newest monster of SCW. I, myself, am a bit of a monster. But the biggest irony of them all is you, Ms. Glimmer. My beloved and her sister want to be SCW World Tag Team Champions. And of course I will do anything to make sure that my beloved gets what she wants. Our tag team partner in Trios, Mr. Belmont, wants to bring the SCW World Tag Team Championships back to the Shinigami Foundation. All three of us have our reasons for targeting you, Ms. Glimmer. Us winning Trios this year would be your worst nightmare, because that would be at the very least two Trios Contracts…possibly all three…used against YOU!” He laughs nastily. “And you think that this tournament was by chance? Fate is clearly in control.”
“My mother won her first two Trios Tournaments, back to back years. The Braddock name is synonymous with this tournament. Now here I am, in my first Trios Tournament and I am in the finals. Is that just luck of the draw?” Braddock shakes her head. “Fate is at play here, boys and girls, and in case you haven’t figured it out, in case you have been ignoring the signs, Fate has dictated that Alex Belmont, The Assassin, and The Third Generation Goddess will win the 2025 Trios Tournament at Under Attack.” She laughs softly. “And all the power that goes with it will belong to us.”
“The first time in this promotion’s history TWO Trios Contracts will be controlled by the same entity…The Vision. This will make us the single most powerful and influential group in SCW today. We will have the power to book not one but TWO matches, any two matches that we want. Fate has gifted us this power but you refuse to believe.” The Assassin sneers. “We will make believers out of all of you come Under Attack because your Fate is sealed.”
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October 23rd, 2025
Pittsburg, PA
Off Camera
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Breakdown has recently concluded, the last stop before Under Attack. Clyde Sutter and Melinda Braddock can now turn their attention to their real prize; The Trios Tournament Finals. The Assassin and The Third Generation Goddess have been convinced that Fate is on their side and that Fate has prepared this Trios Tournament specifically for their inevitable victory. The draw for the teams landed the two of them on the same Trios Team. They managed to work together with Alex Belmont of the Shinigami Foundation to get through the quarter finals and semi-finals. Fate has truly been at their back, pushing them through, giving them every ounce of momentum necessary. It almost seems academic that the Trios Tournament victory will be theirs, that they will defeat James Evans, The Enigma, and Gina Glimmer to earn those valuable Trios Contracts.
The noise of the crowd was still echoing faintly through the walls of the PPG Paints Arena, a steady, muffled roar that rose and fell like the tide. Backstage, the atmosphere was its own separate world, bright lights, the whir of ventilation fans, the smell of sweat, fabric, and disinfectant hanging in the air. Crew members hurried past with headsets and clipboards, their sneakers squeaking against the concrete floors, while a few wrestlers lingered at the catering table, their laughter echoing down the narrow hallway. Somewhere in the distance, a production cart rattled by, a reminder that the show never truly stopped moving even after the cameras did. Clyde Sutter stood a few paces from the chaos, hands tucked into the pockets of his dark jeans, shoulders squared beneath a fitted black jacket. He looked every bit the stoic imposing figure; silent, composed, and slightly removed from everything around him. His long black hair hung loosely, still damp from a quick rinse after the night’s match, framing a face that revealed nothing of what he might have been thinking. The overhead lights gave his eyes a dull gleam, and though his expression was neutral, there was a quiet intensity to the way he scanned the room, as if his thoughts were working several layers deeper than the conversation around him.
A few steps away, Melinda Braddock leaned casually against a crate near the corridor wall, scrolling through her phone between glances toward the monitors showing the replay feed. Her blonde hair was pulled back neatly, strands catching the fluorescent light every time she tilted her head. She was still in her wrestling gear; an elegant blend of gold and ivory that shimmered faintly under the harsh lighting, accented with sleek boots that carried both style and purpose. Her gear, much like her personality, balanced grace with strength; every detail intentional, from the subtle sparkle in the fabric to the perfectly tailored fit. There was an ease in her posture tonight, the kind that only came after a performance that went exactly as planned. Her lips curved into a faint, self assured smile, the kind that came not from arrogance but from satisfaction. Beside her, Fiona Logan radiated a very different energy, vibrant, kinetic, impossible to contain. She was still pacing slightly, unable to sit still, her dark hair pulled into a loose ponytail that swayed with each movement. Her gear was darker and more rugged; black and crimson with metallic accents, reflecting her edgier style and no nonsense attitude. Sweat still glistened faintly on her arms and collarbone, the afterglow of adrenaline not yet faded. Every so often she stretched her shoulders, rolled her neck, or tapped her boot impatiently against the floor, unable to completely come down from the high of competition. But despite her restlessness, she was smiling, a broad, genuine expression that lit her entire face.
Behind them, the hum of production continued. Voices over radios, the thump of crates being stacked, the faint crackle of a headset. A light flickered in the far corner, buzzing faintly before steadying again. The floor was littered with the evidence of the night’s chaos: discarded tape, a few towels, a half-empty water bottle. Somewhere nearby, someone laughed too loudly, and the echo of it bounced down the corridor, briefly piercing the quiet bubble surrounding the trio. Melinda finally straightened from her relaxed perch, smoothing an invisible wrinkle on her ring gear, her expression turning thoughtful as her gaze drifted toward Clyde. He didn’t react, just continued watching the corridor ahead, his expression unreadable. Fiona caught the moment out of the corner of her eye and smirked faintly, crossing her arms as she leaned back against the wall beside Melinda. The faint thud of her boot against the concrete punctuated the silence, casual and rhythmic.
“Tonight certainly was eventful.” Sutter remarks calmly.
“Eventful is one way to put it.” Melinda states. “But tonight doesn’t matter, because now we have to move our attention away from the tag team division to a far bigger prize.”
“Trios?” Clyde asks. Melinda nods her head. She approaches him. Sutter bends over and kisses her on the lips. She smirks knowingly.
“We made it through the first two rounds. As long as we can continue to work with Alex Belmont like the well-oiled machine we have been so far, those Trios Contracts will be as good as ours.”
“Be cautious, my love.” Sutter answers. “Mr. Evans, Enigma, and Ms. Glimmer are not to be underestimated.”
“Believe me, Clyde, I know how dangerous Evans and Enigma can be. But I also know how dangerous YOU can be.” She smirks. “As far as the Glimmer girls, go, she and her sister have something me and Fiona want…the SCW World Tag Team Championship. It will be good to get my hands on Gina and show her, and Gia, what they expect when The Vision finally decides to TAKE those tag team championships.” Melinda holds up two fingers. “And TWO Trios Contracts gives us the power to do just that!” She motions to Fiona. “I can use my Trios to give me and you the opportunity to win those titles.”
“One opportunity is all we need.” Fiona states bluntly. “We’ll punt those circus clowns in the ass.”
“Agreed.” Melinda nods her head. “Then Clyde’s Trios can be used to give us singles title opportunities! Or, in the unlikely event The Glimmers survive The Vision, we can use Clyde’s Trios to give us a second chance to become champions!” Melinda turns her attention back to the imposing Sutter, smiling lovingly at him. “Because you will use your Trios Contract how I want you to use it, right love?”
“Of course, my love.” Clyde says warmly. “What’s mine is yours. My Trios Contract shall be yours.”
“I love you.”
“I love you too.” Clyde and Melinda kiss romantically. Meanwhile, Fiona Logan feigns gagging.
“Blegh! Get a room you two!”
“Sorry.” Melinda says, chuckling to herself. “I forgot how you hate love.”
“I don’t hate love, Mels.” Fiona retorts. “I just have other things on my mind right now, y’know, like cracking skulls open and kicking ass. Hell, you two get to be on Under Attack and I have to sit on the sidelines and play cheerleader.” Fiona sneers. “I hate cheerleaders.”
“Don’t worry, sis, Clyde and I will kick plenty of ass on your behalf.”
“Speaking of having your mind elsewhere,” Clyde shoots Fiona a knowing gaze as his voice trails off. Fiona knows exactly where this is going and she instantly shakes her head.
“Yeah, sorry big guy, but I’d rather not talk about that.”
“It would be wise to address the matter now, clear your mind of this distraction now.” Clyde retorts. Melinda nods her head in agreement.
“Clyde is right. We have big things on the horizon, Fiona. We already are on the fast track to a tag team title opportunity. If Clyde, Belmont, and I can win Trios, then we’ll be fast tracked. We need to be ready and you cannot be distracted. Besides, you might have a stalker. That is dangerous.”
“Hopefully it’s just an annoying fan.” Fiona says.
“Regardless of who or what this is, you need to handle it and handle it soon.” Clyde states firmly.
“Then you tell me, big guy, how have YOU been dealing with your own creepy stalker?” The Boston Badass folds her arms over her chest and stares down The Assassin. Sutter nods his head.
“Yes, my situation is indeed quite similar to yours. The difference between you and I is that I have managed to compartmentalize it. I have managed to ensure that my problem is not a distraction. When I walk through the doors of whatever arena SCW sends us to, I can push my problem to the back of my mind and focus on what is important.”
“That’s great, big guy, it really is, and I’m happy you can do that, but I wasn’t raised in this business like Mels.” She points a finger at Clyde. “So tell me, how do I push it all to the back of my mind? How do I forget when I know there’s some creepo, stalker or fan or whatever, coming after me?”
“It is difficult.” Sutter says quietly. Melinda pats him on the back. “Knowing that there is someone out there who is targeting me, and might even come after those I care the most about, that is very troubling. But as I said, I compartmentalize. In the squared circle I focus on that business. When the wrestling has finished and I go back home, that is when I focus my efforts and energies on trying to track down this person who has been targeting me.” A cold grin forms on his face. “As a matter of fact, I believe I know who is targeting me.”
“Really?” Melinda asks, arching her brow out of curiosity. Sutter nods his head.
“Indeed. And Fiona provided the direction.”
“What’d I say that helped so much?” Fiona asks curiously.
“You mentioned that the individual targeting me, the person stalking me, could be someone close to me, someone I would least suspect.” Sutter smirks. “Joey.”
“Of course!” Fiona exclaims for a brief moment before shaking her head. “Wait, who the hell is Joey?!”
“Joey is Clyde’s friend from childhood.” Melinda answers. She turns her attention to The Assassin. “Are you serious? Joey?”
“Unfortunately I am serious, very serious.”
“But it doesn’t make sense!” Melinda exclaims.
“No, it doesn’t make sense, but if you look at the evidence it all seems to point to him. He is the only person who had the ability to do all of this. Remember the one event that started this? The ransacking of my Charlotte apartment? He is the only one, other than myself and Mason Van Stanton, who had access and Mason can be accounted for.”
“It’s just circumstantial evidence.” Melinda shakes her head. “Joey has no motive to hurt you. You two have been friends forever.”
“I know.” Sutter nods his head. “But I will confront him and I will find out if he is telling the truth one way or another.”
“Just be careful.” Melinda says cautiously. “And do not lose your temper with him.”
“You have my word, my beloved.” He says with a warm, protective smile. “I will be careful.”
“And what about the whole ‘losing your temper’ part?” Fiona asks with a smirk.
“I make no promises.”
“Look, we’re getting off track here.” Melinda takes her iPhone and quickly hands it over to Fiona. “Let’s turn our attention away from such negativity and to something far more positive, like our pending Trios victory.”
“You sound very confident.” Fiona snickers. “What do you want me to do with this, though?”
“Just record us.” Braddock looks up at Clyde, smirking. “Ready?”
“Always.”
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On Camera
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“Fate reached out and took me up from the darkness, from the grip of an uncontrollable age and into the light of truth, into controlled chaos that is Fate’s perfect will. Fate blessed me with a second chance at a professional wrestling career. Fate blessed me with my beloved.” Sutter gazes down at Melinda and plants a kiss on her forehead. He looks back at the camera and sneers. “Fate has done many a wondrous thing for me, so of course I have always been loyal to Fate. I preached Fate and I fight for its will. I have been often mocked and ridiculed for my belief in Fate. My beloved and I told you, we told each and every single one of you that Fate had already written the endgame for the 2025 Trios Tournament and that it would end with The Vision holding TWO of the powerful Trios Contracts. Did anyone listen to us? Did anyone heed our warnings?” The Assassin shakes his head.
“No, you chose to ignore the warnings. Yet look at what has transpired…do you think that it was happenstance that I got put on the same team as my beloved Melinda Braddock?”
“Nope!” Melinda says, shaking her head.
“Do you honestly believe that it was sheer luck that our quarter final opponents was a threesome that not only hated each other, but also included one individual who wanted to hog all the glory to herself and another who didn’t even want to participate in the tournament in the first place? Was that luck?”
“Not a chance.” Melinda snickers.
“Was it just just a mere fluke that when Mr. Cannon went for C4 that I managed to get my boot up and drive it into his skull, knocking him and his team out of the tournament semi-finals? And is it a fluke that myself, my beloved, and Mr. Belmont not only operate as a well-oiled machine, but we now find ourselves in the finals of the Trios Tournament just as we predicted? Is all of this mere happenstance, luck, or a fluke?” He gazes down at Melinda who shakes her head.
“No, it isn’t. It is Fate and you should all start believing in Fate because Fate has written the script for this Trios Tournament and everything has gone according to its perfect plan. If you are not yet a believer in Fate you should start believing because Fate is in control. Fate will not be denied. The Third Generation Goddess and The Assassin, along with Alex Belmont, we have made it to the finals, we have made it to Under Attack, and we have just one final obstacle in our way before we can claim those Trios Contracts as ours.” Braddock has a smug look on her face, full of nothing but confidence.
“I get it, I understand what you are all thinking. I know what all of the doubters and non-believers are saying right now; our path ends here. Just look at our competition…James Evans, a former world champion. The Enigma, the reigning Underground champion. Gina Glimmer, one half of the reigning world tag team champions. That team truly is star studded and I will be the first to admit that, under any normal circumstance and against any other team, perhaps those three would be the winners. Any other year, that team would be an odds on favorite to win the whole tournament. So am I surprised to see them across the ring from us in the finals? She shakes her head. “No, I’m not surprised. Then again, why should I be surprised? This is exactly how Fate had planned it. Fate wanted this match to be the finals. Fate wanted the six of us to reach the finals.” She chuckles. “Unfortunately, James, Gina, Enigma, Fate has now but one purpose for you and that is to lose to us.”
“It is a perfect storm, too perfect to attribute it to anything but Fate.” The Assassin chimes in. “James Evans, a member of the Fall of Man whom I once worked for. The seemingly unstoppable Enigma, the newest monster of SCW. I, myself, am a bit of a monster. But the biggest irony of them all is you, Ms. Glimmer. My beloved and her sister want to be SCW World Tag Team Champions. And of course I will do anything to make sure that my beloved gets what she wants. Our tag team partner in Trios, Mr. Belmont, wants to bring the SCW World Tag Team Championships back to the Shinigami Foundation. All three of us have our reasons for targeting you, Ms. Glimmer. Us winning Trios this year would be your worst nightmare, because that would be at the very least two Trios Contracts…possibly all three…used against YOU!” He laughs nastily. “And you think that this tournament was by chance? Fate is clearly in control.”
“My mother won her first two Trios Tournaments, back to back years. The Braddock name is synonymous with this tournament. Now here I am, in my first Trios Tournament and I am in the finals. Is that just luck of the draw?” Braddock shakes her head. “Fate is at play here, boys and girls, and in case you haven’t figured it out, in case you have been ignoring the signs, Fate has dictated that Alex Belmont, The Assassin, and The Third Generation Goddess will win the 2025 Trios Tournament at Under Attack.” She laughs softly. “And all the power that goes with it will belong to us.”
“The first time in this promotion’s history TWO Trios Contracts will be controlled by the same entity…The Vision. This will make us the single most powerful and influential group in SCW today. We will have the power to book not one but TWO matches, any two matches that we want. Fate has gifted us this power but you refuse to believe.” The Assassin sneers. “We will make believers out of all of you come Under Attack because your Fate is sealed.”
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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 2x