Glory Braddock vs. Cid Turner

[Braddock]

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October 25th, 2025
Roslin, Scotland
Off Camera
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The time for talk has ended and the time for action has come. Glory Braddock has fought, scratched, and clawed since Taking Hold of the Flame to prove her point; that she did not need to take any perceived shortcuts, that she could earn number one contender status by going on a tear through the entire SCW roster. After defeating anyone and everyone placed before her, and winning some challenging contests against some up and coming stars like Waylon Creek and Ryan LeCavalier, The British Bombshell Glory Braddock has now earned a chance to compete for the SCW World Championship at Under Attack against the cinderella like champion Cid Turner. It would be easy to overlook the champion. He has been on an unlikely run, one that arguably should have been over long ago. Some might even say that his reign never should have happened in the first place, let alone continue on through Rise To Greatness, past Apocalypse, and now to Under Attack. The unlikely underdog of a champion has gone through Giovanni Aries, Xander Valentine, Selena Frost, and Amelia Nevdo. Perhaps those other challengers did overlook the veteran? Unlike them, Glory Braddock overlooks no one. The British Bombshell takes every opponent seriously and, despite the accusations from Cid, Braddock is and always has been entirely focused on the one goal; defeating Turner to become SCW World Champion. Braddock has had multiple opportunities to become champion in SCW but has always come up short. Her one SCW World Title reign came as a result of a Trios Cash In and didn’t last but a few minutes thanks to that very same Trios Cash In. Why would Glory Braddock overlook Cid Turner when she really has no reason to? The pressure is on her to prove that she can win the big one when it counts. The pressure is on her to finally put an end to Cid’s cinderella run and she does not intend to mess this one up.

In times like these, when The British Bombshell is in a big match with high stakes, she always returns home to her roots. It is here, in her native home of the United Kingdom, where she can get her mind straight, where she can get fully focused and ready for the task and challenge at hand. It is good, therefore, that Braddock had already moved back to England with her husband Kurt Logan. The move wasn’t just for professional reasons, though. Glory Braddock had made this move for deeper, more personal reasons. The British Bombshell had long been doubting herself. She had long thought that she had forgotten who she really was, that she lost a piece of herself. Perhaps here, in her home, she could remind herself of who she was? Perhaps here she could remember what really makes her Glory Braddock? She intends to fully immerse herself in her old lifestyle that she grew up in order to reclaim that fire, that passion, and that intensity that made her who she was. Part of that included living in a far simpler home with a far simpler lifestyle than the current lap of luxury she and Kurt are used to in her adopted home of Miami, Florida. In the process of getting to know her old neighborhood Glory and Kurt ran into a young homeless kid named John, being bullied by other neighborhood kids. Something deep in Glory’s heart tugged at her, voices in her heart and soul told her to get involved and help the kid. Despite Kurt’s reluctance, Glory did get involved and she did help John.

That one act of kindness made her feel good and, what’s more, it made her feel a little closer to her old self. It helped her reconnect to her roots. Being Glory Braddock is about more than just being a great wrestler, it’s about helping people. Helping John certainly made her feel good but it wasn’t enough. Braddock cannot help but feel that more needs to be done to help John. Finding one homeless kid on the streets of London, England is damn near an impossibility. Yet Glory is not without resources. She knows of one person who might could help; her younger sister, Julia Braddock, who owns and operate an organization headquartered in Roslin, Scotland that helps with the homeless and those with addictions. If anyone can potentially help locate this kid, it is Julia. Besides, it is high time that Glory paid her younger sister a visit.

The rain had come and gone in Roslin, leaving behind a sky the color of pewter and streets that shimmered faintly under the dim afternoon light. The Julia Foundation sat on the edge of the village, its sandstone façade warmed by the occasional break in the clouds. The building was modest but elegant, an old parish hall converted into offices and community rooms, a place that felt lived in, hopeful, and human. From the outside, one could hear the faint hum of life: the laughter of volunteers, the scrape of chairs, the low buzz of a kettle boiling somewhere down the corridor. Inside, the scent of fresh coffee mingled with paper and rain-damp wool. Glory Braddock stood by the window of her sister’s office, arms folded loosely over her chest, watching droplets roll down the glass. She looked out toward the distant line of trees that marked the beginning of the woods, their leaves now golden and bronze, bowing under the wind. Her reflection stared back faintly in the windowpane; blonde hair slightly tousled, her expression thoughtful, maybe even restless. She looked nothing like the powerhouse executive or battle hardened wrestler and perhaps future SCW World Champion most of the world knew. Today, in her worn jeans, dark green hoodie, and trainers, she could have been mistaken for a hiker waiting for the weather to clear.

The office itself was warm and inviting. A soft tartan rug stretched beneath a large oak desk with a computer, and the walls were lined with photographs of smiling faces, each one capturing a story of recovery, of lives pieced back together through the Foundation’s work. On one side, a corkboard overflowed with handwritten thank you notes and letters from people who’d found shelter or purpose here. Behind The British Bombshell, Serena Grace sat perched on the edge of a cushioned chair, flipping absently through a stack of pamphlets on the desk. At twenty, Serena was the picture of poised youth, long chestnut hair falling in soft waves, a cream-colored dress that caught the light when she moved, and a string of pearls that seemed almost too old-fashioned for someone her age. She had an air of practiced grace about her, the kind that came from both Julia’s guidance and her own quiet determination to be seen as capable and kind. Her movements were delicate; crossing one leg over the other, adjusting a bracelet, glancing at her reflection in the window’s faint glare. Every detail of her posture spoke of composure, but there was curiosity in her eyes whenever she glanced toward Glory. The contrast between them couldn’t have been sharper: the tomboy aunt in her casual clothes and rough-edged demeanor, and the polished, feminine niece who could have stepped out of a magazine cover for kindness and charity. The low hum of rain against the roof seemed to echo their silence. Somewhere down the hall, a kettle clicked off, followed by the soft chatter of volunteers in the break room. The sound of footsteps echoed faintly from the hallway outside; heels, quick and light, a rhythm Glory knew immediately. She straightened subtly, pushing her hands into her pockets, her face settling into the neutral calm she always wore before serious talks. Serena noticed too, glancing toward the door, her fingers tightening on the pamphlet she held.

“You better get going, Serena.” Glory remarks with an urgency in her voice. Serena’s face drops, seemingly disappointed.

“Awwww but I wanna watch!”

“But your mom is going to be pissed.” The British Bombshell smirks. “Do you want her mad at you?”

“No…”

“Then you better leave.” Glory winks. “Don’t worry, though, you’ll get to see everything. I got my camera phone ready to record it all.”

“Awesome!” Serena exclaims. “Thanks Aunt Glory!”

“No, thank YOU!” Glory approaches Serena as she stands up and they hug. “Thanks for helping me set this all up!”

“Glad I could help.”

“Now run along before you get caught.”

Serena Grace quickly nods her head before turning and making her hasty retreat through the frosted glass door. The British Bombshell, meanwhile, returns to her seat and waits patiently for her sister’s imminent arrival. Braddock smiles briefly before quickly wiping that smile off of her face. To pull this off, she knows she has to act casual, act normal, act as if nothing is wrong.

Then the door handle turned with a soft click, and the warm light of the corridor spilled into the office. Julia Braddock entered with her usual brisk energy, a folder tucked under her arm and a smile already forming on her lips. The scent of lavender trailed faintly behind her, a comforting note amid the faint chill that lingered in the air. Glory shifted her weight from one foot to the other, the corner of her mouth curving in the faintest suggestion of a grin.

“Gloria, I was told you had stopped by for a visit.” Julia smiles warmly. Glory stands up and greets her sister with a hug. “To what do I owe this unexpected pleasure?”

“No real reason, really.” Glory lies. “I just wanted to see my favorite sister.”

“Glad to know I outrank Sophie.”

“Sophie is my favorite half-sister.” Glory snickers. Julia rolls her eyes.

“Funny.”

“You can’t deny she is our sister, Julia.” Glory points out. Julia shakes her head.

“Wrong. I can deny it all I want and you can’t stop me.” Julia steps away from her older sister and approaches her desk. “But I seriously doubt you came here to my workplace just to debate our feelings about Sophie?”

“Well I do wish you would accept her as the sister that she is and be willing to let it become public knowledge, but that is a debate we can have another time.”

“Good, because…” Julia sits down in her plush swivel chair at her oak desk, or at least she attempts to. As soon as Julia puts any weight on the chair, it plummets all the way to the floor “...woah! What the heck?!” Julia looks befuddled and confused. Then she hears the laughter, namely her older sister laughing. Julia narrows her eyes in an angry glare.

“You!”

“Me!” Glory takes a playful bow. “The Mistress of Mayhem, Glory The Prankster is back!”

“Just what I need in my life.” Julia shakes her head. “Another headache…” Julia reaches up to her computer. Currently the screensaver is on so she wriggles the mouse. Instantly Julia’s eyes grow wide, first with shock then with anger. Her wallpaper has been replaced with baby pictures. Again she turns her anger towards Glory, who again is busting a gut in laughter “...again!”

“You were such a beautiful little baby!”

“I assume you did this too?!” Julia accuses her. Glory nods her head.

“Bloody right I did!” The British Bombshell says proudly.

“Do you realize how much of a pain in the ass you are?” Julia asks. “This practical joker persona of yours, its a pain in the ass.”

“Yes, I have heard that before.” Glory winks playfully.

“So is that why you ventured back to Europe?” Julia asks. “I heard you were trying to find yourself. If all you found was your love of pissing people off then congratulations, you’ve succeeded.”

“Well I DID come back to find myself but it wasn’t just to find my old practical joker persona.” Glory sits back down. A snicker escapes her lips. “Though I gotta admit, I forgot how much fun it is!”

“Yes and I forgot how annoying it was…until now. I certainly remember now.” Julia remarks sarcastically.

“Oh calm down, Julia. You know I love you. Right?” Glory says, smiling warmly. “Its all in good fun.”

“Yes, I do.” Julia sighs. “I’m sorry. I know how important this is for you. I know how important it is for you to find yourself and part of that is finding that…annoying prankster.” Julia smiles warmly. “I also remember that you always were happier when you were this fun loving tomboyish prankster, long before the corporate wars and the cutthroat wrestling industry sort of drove it out of you.”

“It wasn’t driven out of me, I just forgot.”

“Well don’t forget about it again.” Julia says. “You are clearly happy again and I like seeing you happy.”

“Even if it is at your expense?” Glory says playfully. Julia sighs and nods her head.

“Yes, even at my expense. Though I would prefer you target the people you work with. Don’t you have a World Title Match coming up against Cid Turner?” Julia asks. Glory nods her head. “Brilliant. Make something…brownies, muffins, something…lace them with strong laxatives, make sure he eats one.”

“Now who is the prankster?” Glory smirks. “Not gonna happen though. First, Cid isn’t dumb enough to fall for that.”

“He allowed himself to be strung along by Holly Adams and Asher Hayes, wasn’t he?”

“Trust me, he’s NOT that dumb.” Glory insists. “And secondly, I want to beat Cid Turner legitimately, inside the ring, without any excuses. I definitely don’t want him or anyone whining that I became SCW World Champion for a second time because Cid shit himself in the center of the ring.”

“I don’t know, Glory,” Julia shrugs her shoulders, “you could just say you scared the shit out of him.”

The sisters share a hearty laugh. This definitely feels right, not just for Glory Braddock but for Julia. Even the younger Braddock sibling can sense a distinct difference in Glory Braddock. She does seem happier, more relaxed, and confident. This is the old Glory Braddock she grew up with.

“I’m just happy you are getting this title shot.” Julia remarks. “I know you worked hard for it.”

“I took a big risk to get it.” Glory says. “I stepped away from Taking Hold of the Flame, which some have argued is the quickest and easiest path to a title match. I pissed off the locker room in doing so but I did it because I bet on myself, I knew I could earn a shot at the SCW World Championship by simply winning my way to a title match and I did just that. Even one loss along the way could have ruined my reputation and standing in SCW. I might have never got a title shot again.”

“So make this one count.” Julia says.

“You bet I will.”

“Well I know you will, because you are too stubborn to quit, you won’t quit until you get what you want. I know that from growing up with you all your life.” Julia smirks knowingly. “I also know that you rarely, if ever, stop by to visit just to simply ‘catch up’ anymore.”

“I could.” Glory says, smiling sheepishly.

“You could but you don’t.” Julia folds her arms over her chest. “So let’s get down to business. What do you really want?”

“Uh…” Glory snickers “...you do realize how hard it is to take you seriously when you’re practically on the floor?”

“GLORY!”

“Sorry!” Glory chuckles softly. “Uh, you’re right, though, I did come here with some ulterior motives. I need your help, something only you can help me with.”

“The great Glory Braddock needs help, huh?” Julia says sarcastically. “I can’t wait to hear it.” Julia reaches over and finds a bottle of water. She pops the cap off and starts to drink, anxiously anticipating this story. Glory sighs.

“Look, it’s like you said, I came here, back to England, to find myself. The cutthroat corporate world, even the cutthroat wrestling world that we both grew up in, all of it managed to change me, and I’m not sure if it was for the better. I needed to come home and find myself, find out what really makes me…well…me!” She laughs softly. “The jokes came easy.”

“Obviously.” Julia rolls her eyes.

“But there’s more to me than just being a tomboy, or being a practical joker, or even being a professional wrestler. I help people. I go out of my way to help people.”

“Let me guess, you found a new hopeless cause?”

“He isn’t hopeless.” Glory shakes her head. “But he is homeless. Kurt and I were walking through a park and we saw him being bullied by some other kids. We stepped in and helped him.”

“Did saving him from the bullies help you find yourself?” Julia asks. Glory nods her head.

“It did. It really did. I really felt good. I felt accomplished. But I just have this gnawing feeling that I’m not done.”

“So you want me to find him?”

“Can you?” Glory asks. “This is obviously your field. The Julia Foundation deals with this kind of situation all the time. Surely you have connections that could lead you to finding him and helping him.” Glory sighs. “Or at least you could show me some areas where he might be and I can look myself.”

“You really are worried about him, aren’t you?”

“Yeah…” Glory’s voice trails off. Julia sighs and nods her head.

“Look, obviously this is important to you but you fail to realize what you are getting yourself into. The homeless population is immense. There’s no way to save them all. As much as this organization would like to save them all, even I have to admit that we can’t.”

“Just this one kid.” Glory asks pleadingly. “That’s all I ask.”

“Fine. What’s his name?”

“John.”

“That’s it?” Julia asks. “That’s all you got for me?!”

“Sorry.” Glory says, smiling sheepishly. “I can give you a description if you like?”

It would help, yes, but even then I doubt I can find him.” Julia shakes her head. “I want to brace you for a probable disappointment because it is highly unlikely that we will find him. It’s like finding a needle in a haystack.”

“I get it.” Glory sighs as she slumps over in her chair, placing her head in her hands. “Thanks for at least attempting, though.”

“Like I said, I will try but I make no promises.” Julia remarks. “Where did you find this kid anyway?”

“South London.” Glory says. “Near a park.”

“Well if you want my expert opinion, I would suggest starting in that neighborhood.” Julia states. “Many homeless are transient, they move from place to place depending on changes in their situation. But how long has John been there? Obviously we don’t know. It might be a good idea to at least eliminate that area right away. You and Kurt could look around, see if you can find him again. If, after a few days he doesn’t turn up, we could logically eliminate South London as his location and I could start looking elsewhere.”

“That makes sense.” Glory sighs as she leans back in her chair. “Kurt doesn’t like this idea. He thinks its dangerous.”

“It is.” Julia points out bluntly. “You never know who you might encounter.” Julia smirks. “Just ask your future son-in-law.”

“Clyde?!” Glory exclaims. Julia snickers and nods her head.

“He was once homeless. He roamed those streets. He knows all too well of the dangers. Hell, he might be able to help you find this kid better than I could.”

“I’m going to use that bloke as a last resort.” Glory retorts.

“You do have another option or two.”

“What’s that?” Glory asks curiously.

“All of our wealthy friends. You know? Your mean girl clique, Frances and Melody?”

“Frances and I aren’t exactly on good terms.” Glory shakes her head. “But Melody…”

“Is wealthy. Very wealthy. Actually, she’s doubly wealthy because she married Matthew Taylor, Frances’s brother, and that family is very wealthy. Melody and Matthew, both childhood friends of yours, are a very wealthy couple and have tons of resources at their disposal, probably more than what I have.”

‘Yeah, I could do that…” Glory nods her head, clearly she is giving this serious consideration.

“Besides, it helps you in another matter; you want to help find yourself, right? The real you? Melody was a huge part of your life. So was Matthew. It would be good for you to reconnect with them.”

Glory Braddock nods her head in agreement. She rises up to her feet, holding out her arms for a hug. Julia tries to get up but a loud tear is heard. She looks down at the chair and then at her skirt. A large blotch of black double sided tape that matches the chair is attached to her skirt. Julia looks back at Glory who is doubled over in laughter.