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November 13th, 2025
Boise, Idaho
Off Camera
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Fate pulls the strings. Fate controls the cosmic destiny of one and all. That is what Clyde Sutter believes, anyway, and perhaps that is why he is not all that terribly bothered with what happened at Under Attack? Fate had led himself, Melinda Braddock, and Alex Belmont to the Trios Tournament Finals only to come up just short against James Evans, The Monster Machine, and Gina Glimmer. Sutter always preaches that the will of Fate should be respected. Sutter would be quite the hypocrite if he were to go against his own philosophy. So no, Clyde is not bothered in the least by the unfortunate events of Under Attack. Does losing sting? Of course it does. Still, Sutter knows that Fate has big plans for himself and his future bride Melinda Braddock. He knows that as long as he serves Fate, everything will work out for him in the end. He just has to trust in Fate and press forward with what comes next. What comes next in the long term future is anyone’s guess but in the immediate future The Assassin knows that he will be taking on Oskar Theron of the European Fiery Nation, Dante Slayton of the Shinigami Foundation, and Gavin Taylor in a four way match. A victory here could be just the thing to put Sutter, the Vision by association, back on the right track and that might just be what Fate has planned for him. Time will tell. Regardless, Sutter is not concerned with what Fate has planned for his wrestling career.
What does concern The Assassin is the emergence of his sister, Lilith Sutter, back onto the scene. Clyde had believed that Lilith was gone. Lilith Sutter fled to Russia when evidence of her involvement in the shooting death of one Archie Van Stanton, Melinda’s former boyfriend, came to light. He had believed that Lilith was gone for good. He believed that his sister would never again dare step out into the reach of the authorities, that she would stay in Russia, where she felt safe. Fate was not smiling upon Clyde. As Fate would have it, Lilith paid off Clyde’s closest childhood friend, a punk named Joey, to help clear her name, allowing her the freedom to safely return to her own wealthy criminal empire. Now with his sister back and reconnected to her vast resources, Clyde knows that she will continue her ruthless, near obsessive pursuit of trying to force him to join her. Despite his constant rejection and refusal, Lilith will not back down. She will not take no for an answer. She wants her brother with her for reasons that still, to this day, make no sense to The Assassin. They never even knew the other existed until a little over a year ago. When Clyde learned of her involvement in organized crime he knew that a reunion with a sister he never even knew would be bad news. He wants to put his dark past to bed once and for all but Lilith seems intent on bringing it back.
The Assassin is doing his best to keep his sister and her looming threat in the back of his mind but still far enough away so that he can enjoy this time with those closest to him; namely his fiance Melinda Braddock and her adopted sister Fiona Logan. The backstage area of the ExtraMile Arena hummed with its usual organized chaos, stagehands rolling production cases across smooth concrete floors, camera operators weaving between clusters of wrestlers and other employees, and the constant background murmur of voices layered over the distant roar of the Boise crowd watching the live show. Fluorescent lights buzzed overhead, their cold brightness bouncing off exposed pipes and steel trusses above. Clyde Sutter walked at a steady pace, one hand tucked into the pocket of his jeans, his broad shoulders unconsciously parting the foot traffic ahead of him. He was not scheduled to compete this evening and thus was wearing his street clothes, yet he still looked as intimidating as ever. He wore a simple dark t-shirt stretched comfortably across his chest, black jeans, and boots heavy enough that each step echoed slightly off the concrete. His fiancee, the self-proclaimed “Third Generation Goddess”, Melinda Braddock stayed close to his side, not clinging, just naturally aligned with him as if gravitating toward his space. She was dressed far differently than either of them, her attire refined enough to make her stand out immediately against the sea of hoodies, sweats, and production polos that filled the hallway. Her fitted skirt, soft pastel blouse, and matching heels gave her an air of elegance, like she had just stepped out of a photoshoot instead of one of wrestling’s most chaotic backstage corridors. Her blonde hair was styled, the soft curls framing her face immaculate despite the whirlwind environment. She walked with effortless confidence, but every now and then her hand brushed Clyde’s arm or she shifted slightly to avoid someone barreling past with a lighting rig.
And then there was the third member of this group; “The Boston Badass" Fiona Logan trailing just a step behind them, dark hair pulled into a loose ponytail and dressed in her usual off days attire which included faded jeans, an old black t-shirt, and a black zip-up jacket that had clearly seen its fair share of road trips. She blended in far more naturally with the backstage environment than Melinda ever could, moving with a casual familiarity, boots thudding lightly as she stepped around cables taped to the floor. SCW Breakdown was already in full swing, and the narrow hallway pulsed with the energy of live television. The muffled roar of the Boise audience surged in waves. The three had no reason to rush. They weren’t scheduled for anything tonight. They moved deeper into the backstage labyrinth, walking past open locker room doors, catering tables stacked with half-eaten plates. They finally reached a quieter stretch of hallway, away from the busiest intersections of traffic. Here, the noise of the crowd was still audible but softened, like a storm heard from behind thick walls. A few folding chairs lined the wall. The lighting here was dimmer, warmer, less clinical. Melinda’s steps slowed naturally. Clyde noticed without needing to look back. Fiona stopped beside them, her posture loosening just slightly now that they were away from the crush of bodies moving in every direction.
“You know what doesn’t make sense about any of this?” Fiona asks, breaking the silence among the trio. Melinda turns to look at her sister and arches a brow out of curiosity.
“What?”
“We’re here. We don’t technically even have to be here yet here we are. And we’re not even doing a damn thing” The frustration is quite clear in Fiona’s voice. “I haven’t had any action since you and I beat up on Hollywood, Mels. Speaking of which, while its great that we are unbeaten as a tag team, that streak had better continue because you and the big guy there came up short at Under Attack.”
“Yes, don’t remind me.” Melinda sighs. “Still, you must trust the process, Fiona. You and I hold two sets of tag team championships currently. It won’t be long until we add the SCW titles to that list.”
“Lemme guess…Fate, right?” Fiona rolls her eyes and sarcasm drips from her voice. Clyde nods his head.
“Yes, Fiona. Fate. It was not on our side at Under Attack but Fate will present us with opportunities as long as we are clear minded, focused, and our eyes are opened.”
“Why couldn’t Fate give us something interesting to do tonight, huh?” Fiona whines. “I’m bored. I need something to do, someone’s ass to kick.”
“Just trust in Fate, dear Fiona.” Clyde says soothingly. “You and my beloved have impressed SCW. Your opportunities will come, just as mine comes next week.”
“Yeah, you get some action next week against three losers. Me and Mels are still playing cheerleaders. Honestly, big guy, if I’m not busy doing something I don’t wanna show up!”
“I know it is frustrating,” Melinda begins, placing a hand on Fiona’s shoulder “but showing up to work even when you are not scheduled to compete is a good look. Management respects it. And sometimes you need to make a good impression.”
“You sound like your mom.” Fiona smirks.
“I admit, I lifted that piece of advice from my mother, but while she may be annoying and wrong about a lot of things, she is not wrong about that.” Melinda states. She then turns her attention to Clyde. “And you, Clyde, should focus on next week.”
“Focus I shall.” Sutter nods his head. “Fate’s will be done, but I am coming off of a disappointment from Under Attack. I need to ‘rebound’ as they say. Defeating three individuals the caliber of Theron, Slayton, and Taylor will no doubt get myself, and you two by extension, back on track. Plus it will provide a good distraction, something to keep my mind off of my personal dilemmas.”
“You mean your sister.” Melinda states. Clyde nods his head.
“Indeed.”
Any mention of his sister is enough to rattle The Assassin and Clyde Sutter has done quite a good job at keeping his cool lately. Yet Lilith Sutter has managed to get under his skin and drive him to fits of rage, rage that he hasn’t experienced in years. The topic of his sister is a touchy subject for The Assassin, yet it is one he knows he cannot continue to ignore.
“Do we know where she is now?” Melinda asks. “Is she here in the states?”
“Likely in Europe.” Clyde remarks. “She prefers it there. Her estate is there. The majority of her operation is there. If I had to guess, she is in London, there or Birmingham.”
“Well, wherever she is, she’s been a busy little bitch.” Fiona quips. “Hasn’t she already gotten rid of Mason?”
“Yes, maybe a week or two back with her vast criminal connections and she has already managed to ruin Mason Van Stanton’s career by taking his managerial agency away from him.” Clyde smirks knowingly. “Honestly? It serves him right.”
“Clyde!” Melinda exclaims, shocked to hear Sutter say that.
“Recall how Mason manipulated your own family, Melinda. Recall how he manipulated me. He then made the fatal mistake of trusting Lilith, striking up a bargain with that devil just to get his floundering business back up and running.” Clyde snarls. “He is out of a job. He is powerless. He is nothing all thanks to the woman he trusted. Like I said, it serves him right, and it is proper justice considering what he has done to both of us.”
“He isn’t completely out of a job.” Melinda states. “Mason does wrestle part time.”
“Yes but you know him as well as I do. Mason, as does most Van Stantons, enjoy that lavish lifestyle of luxury. He will need to do more than wrestle part time to maintain the lifestyle he prefers.” Sutter smirks. “It will be torture for him until he learns to live like the common man.”
“She brought Van Stanton down.” Fiona remarks. “Make you wonder, what might she do next?”
“You are asking the wrong question, dear Fiona.” Clyde remarks. “You see, the next move has already been made.”
“What?!” Fiona and Melinda state in unison. Clyde nods his head.
“You recall my…former…friend, Joey?”
“Yes, the traitor.” Melinda answers.
“He was conveniently arrested a few days ago on numerous charges including breaking and entering, possession and dealing of drugs, and assault.”
“All of that?” Fiona seems surprised. Melinda just seems skeptical.
“Are these charges legitimate? And by that I mean, did he actually commit the crimes they arrested him for?”
“Oh yes, he most certainly did.” Sutter again grins from ear to ear. “Remember, my love, Joey was brought up the same way I was; living on the streets, fighting to survive. Both of us were criminals. The difference is that I made something of myself and escaped that life. He never did.”
“I guess your sister knew all about it and had the evidence against him.” Fiona states. Clyde nods his head.
“Yes, and like Mason earlier, it is Joey’s own fault for trusting my sister. He got himself into this mess and he is now paying the price.”
“But Clyde, he’s your friend.” Melinda says, wrapping her arms around Clyde in a warm embrace.
“He WAS my friend. The friendship ended when he betrayed me.”
“So let me get this straight…” Fiona begins “...Mason Van Stanton and your old pal Joey. Two guys you have a beef with because they were working with your sister. Now she’s just screwed over her own business partners?” Fiona shrugs her shoulders. “What is her game? Y’know? What is she trying to do?”
“I believe my sister is trying to get on my good side.” Clyde remarks. “She knew how angry I was with both of them. Conveniently both have now fallen from grace. Both are now suffering and she knew I would enjoy every minute of their suffering.”
“So she’s just trying to win you over?” Melinda asks. He nods his head.
“Yes, and there’s more. I recently received an invitation to meet with my sister.”
“Of course you did.” Melinda rolls her eyes.
“This time is different.” He answers. “This time she made it a point to invite you as well.”
“Really?”
“Really.”
“I don’t know, big guy.” Fiona shakes her head. “This screams ‘set up’ to me.”
“Me too.” Melinda says quietly.
“I have reservations of my own but my sister did make it a point to invite you. She also specified that we should meet in a public setting, such as a restaurant, to guarantee our safety. She would not be able to do anything to us with so many people around.”
“Sure, that’s true, but Clyde, tell me…” Melinda gazes deep into his eyes “...do you really want to see her? Do you really think seeing your sister and opening up that can of worms is a good idea?”
“She will not leave me alone, otherwise.” Sutter answers. “Besides, if nothing else, I might learn what she plans to do next.”
“I still don’t like this, Clyde.” Melinda’s voice is shaky, concern is there in her voice and all across her face. Sutter kisses her on the lips, lovingly. He looks deep into her eyes and smiles.
“Sometimes we must do what we do not wish to do. Fate will oftentimes put us into situations that hurt, scenarios that are dangerous. We must face these situations head on, with courage. That is the will of Fate.”
“Fate again.” Fiona scoffs. “I just don’t get it.”
“You do not have to understand Fate, Fiona.” Clyde remarks. “But you MUST know that if I am to ever have any form of peace, I must tackle this problem. I must confront my sister.”
“Fiona gets it.” Melinda remarks. “And I get it too.” She sighs. “I just don’t like it.”
“Trust me, my love, we will get through it.” Sutter runs his hand through Melinda’s long blonde hair. “I wouldn’t let anything happen to you. You know this.”
“I know.” Melinda finally cracks a smile. “That’s why I love you.”
“And I, you.” He plants another kiss on her lips. Fiona feigns gagging.
“Get a room!”
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November 13th, 2025
Boise, Idaho
Off Camera
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Fate pulls the strings. Fate controls the cosmic destiny of one and all. That is what Clyde Sutter believes, anyway, and perhaps that is why he is not all that terribly bothered with what happened at Under Attack? Fate had led himself, Melinda Braddock, and Alex Belmont to the Trios Tournament Finals only to come up just short against James Evans, The Monster Machine, and Gina Glimmer. Sutter always preaches that the will of Fate should be respected. Sutter would be quite the hypocrite if he were to go against his own philosophy. So no, Clyde is not bothered in the least by the unfortunate events of Under Attack. Does losing sting? Of course it does. Still, Sutter knows that Fate has big plans for himself and his future bride Melinda Braddock. He knows that as long as he serves Fate, everything will work out for him in the end. He just has to trust in Fate and press forward with what comes next. What comes next in the long term future is anyone’s guess but in the immediate future The Assassin knows that he will be taking on Oskar Theron of the European Fiery Nation, Dante Slayton of the Shinigami Foundation, and Gavin Taylor in a four way match. A victory here could be just the thing to put Sutter, the Vision by association, back on the right track and that might just be what Fate has planned for him. Time will tell. Regardless, Sutter is not concerned with what Fate has planned for his wrestling career.
What does concern The Assassin is the emergence of his sister, Lilith Sutter, back onto the scene. Clyde had believed that Lilith was gone. Lilith Sutter fled to Russia when evidence of her involvement in the shooting death of one Archie Van Stanton, Melinda’s former boyfriend, came to light. He had believed that Lilith was gone for good. He believed that his sister would never again dare step out into the reach of the authorities, that she would stay in Russia, where she felt safe. Fate was not smiling upon Clyde. As Fate would have it, Lilith paid off Clyde’s closest childhood friend, a punk named Joey, to help clear her name, allowing her the freedom to safely return to her own wealthy criminal empire. Now with his sister back and reconnected to her vast resources, Clyde knows that she will continue her ruthless, near obsessive pursuit of trying to force him to join her. Despite his constant rejection and refusal, Lilith will not back down. She will not take no for an answer. She wants her brother with her for reasons that still, to this day, make no sense to The Assassin. They never even knew the other existed until a little over a year ago. When Clyde learned of her involvement in organized crime he knew that a reunion with a sister he never even knew would be bad news. He wants to put his dark past to bed once and for all but Lilith seems intent on bringing it back.
The Assassin is doing his best to keep his sister and her looming threat in the back of his mind but still far enough away so that he can enjoy this time with those closest to him; namely his fiance Melinda Braddock and her adopted sister Fiona Logan. The backstage area of the ExtraMile Arena hummed with its usual organized chaos, stagehands rolling production cases across smooth concrete floors, camera operators weaving between clusters of wrestlers and other employees, and the constant background murmur of voices layered over the distant roar of the Boise crowd watching the live show. Fluorescent lights buzzed overhead, their cold brightness bouncing off exposed pipes and steel trusses above. Clyde Sutter walked at a steady pace, one hand tucked into the pocket of his jeans, his broad shoulders unconsciously parting the foot traffic ahead of him. He was not scheduled to compete this evening and thus was wearing his street clothes, yet he still looked as intimidating as ever. He wore a simple dark t-shirt stretched comfortably across his chest, black jeans, and boots heavy enough that each step echoed slightly off the concrete. His fiancee, the self-proclaimed “Third Generation Goddess”, Melinda Braddock stayed close to his side, not clinging, just naturally aligned with him as if gravitating toward his space. She was dressed far differently than either of them, her attire refined enough to make her stand out immediately against the sea of hoodies, sweats, and production polos that filled the hallway. Her fitted skirt, soft pastel blouse, and matching heels gave her an air of elegance, like she had just stepped out of a photoshoot instead of one of wrestling’s most chaotic backstage corridors. Her blonde hair was styled, the soft curls framing her face immaculate despite the whirlwind environment. She walked with effortless confidence, but every now and then her hand brushed Clyde’s arm or she shifted slightly to avoid someone barreling past with a lighting rig.
And then there was the third member of this group; “The Boston Badass" Fiona Logan trailing just a step behind them, dark hair pulled into a loose ponytail and dressed in her usual off days attire which included faded jeans, an old black t-shirt, and a black zip-up jacket that had clearly seen its fair share of road trips. She blended in far more naturally with the backstage environment than Melinda ever could, moving with a casual familiarity, boots thudding lightly as she stepped around cables taped to the floor. SCW Breakdown was already in full swing, and the narrow hallway pulsed with the energy of live television. The muffled roar of the Boise audience surged in waves. The three had no reason to rush. They weren’t scheduled for anything tonight. They moved deeper into the backstage labyrinth, walking past open locker room doors, catering tables stacked with half-eaten plates. They finally reached a quieter stretch of hallway, away from the busiest intersections of traffic. Here, the noise of the crowd was still audible but softened, like a storm heard from behind thick walls. A few folding chairs lined the wall. The lighting here was dimmer, warmer, less clinical. Melinda’s steps slowed naturally. Clyde noticed without needing to look back. Fiona stopped beside them, her posture loosening just slightly now that they were away from the crush of bodies moving in every direction.
“You know what doesn’t make sense about any of this?” Fiona asks, breaking the silence among the trio. Melinda turns to look at her sister and arches a brow out of curiosity.
“What?”
“We’re here. We don’t technically even have to be here yet here we are. And we’re not even doing a damn thing” The frustration is quite clear in Fiona’s voice. “I haven’t had any action since you and I beat up on Hollywood, Mels. Speaking of which, while its great that we are unbeaten as a tag team, that streak had better continue because you and the big guy there came up short at Under Attack.”
“Yes, don’t remind me.” Melinda sighs. “Still, you must trust the process, Fiona. You and I hold two sets of tag team championships currently. It won’t be long until we add the SCW titles to that list.”
“Lemme guess…Fate, right?” Fiona rolls her eyes and sarcasm drips from her voice. Clyde nods his head.
“Yes, Fiona. Fate. It was not on our side at Under Attack but Fate will present us with opportunities as long as we are clear minded, focused, and our eyes are opened.”
“Why couldn’t Fate give us something interesting to do tonight, huh?” Fiona whines. “I’m bored. I need something to do, someone’s ass to kick.”
“Just trust in Fate, dear Fiona.” Clyde says soothingly. “You and my beloved have impressed SCW. Your opportunities will come, just as mine comes next week.”
“Yeah, you get some action next week against three losers. Me and Mels are still playing cheerleaders. Honestly, big guy, if I’m not busy doing something I don’t wanna show up!”
“I know it is frustrating,” Melinda begins, placing a hand on Fiona’s shoulder “but showing up to work even when you are not scheduled to compete is a good look. Management respects it. And sometimes you need to make a good impression.”
“You sound like your mom.” Fiona smirks.
“I admit, I lifted that piece of advice from my mother, but while she may be annoying and wrong about a lot of things, she is not wrong about that.” Melinda states. She then turns her attention to Clyde. “And you, Clyde, should focus on next week.”
“Focus I shall.” Sutter nods his head. “Fate’s will be done, but I am coming off of a disappointment from Under Attack. I need to ‘rebound’ as they say. Defeating three individuals the caliber of Theron, Slayton, and Taylor will no doubt get myself, and you two by extension, back on track. Plus it will provide a good distraction, something to keep my mind off of my personal dilemmas.”
“You mean your sister.” Melinda states. Clyde nods his head.
“Indeed.”
Any mention of his sister is enough to rattle The Assassin and Clyde Sutter has done quite a good job at keeping his cool lately. Yet Lilith Sutter has managed to get under his skin and drive him to fits of rage, rage that he hasn’t experienced in years. The topic of his sister is a touchy subject for The Assassin, yet it is one he knows he cannot continue to ignore.
“Do we know where she is now?” Melinda asks. “Is she here in the states?”
“Likely in Europe.” Clyde remarks. “She prefers it there. Her estate is there. The majority of her operation is there. If I had to guess, she is in London, there or Birmingham.”
“Well, wherever she is, she’s been a busy little bitch.” Fiona quips. “Hasn’t she already gotten rid of Mason?”
“Yes, maybe a week or two back with her vast criminal connections and she has already managed to ruin Mason Van Stanton’s career by taking his managerial agency away from him.” Clyde smirks knowingly. “Honestly? It serves him right.”
“Clyde!” Melinda exclaims, shocked to hear Sutter say that.
“Recall how Mason manipulated your own family, Melinda. Recall how he manipulated me. He then made the fatal mistake of trusting Lilith, striking up a bargain with that devil just to get his floundering business back up and running.” Clyde snarls. “He is out of a job. He is powerless. He is nothing all thanks to the woman he trusted. Like I said, it serves him right, and it is proper justice considering what he has done to both of us.”
“He isn’t completely out of a job.” Melinda states. “Mason does wrestle part time.”
“Yes but you know him as well as I do. Mason, as does most Van Stantons, enjoy that lavish lifestyle of luxury. He will need to do more than wrestle part time to maintain the lifestyle he prefers.” Sutter smirks. “It will be torture for him until he learns to live like the common man.”
“She brought Van Stanton down.” Fiona remarks. “Make you wonder, what might she do next?”
“You are asking the wrong question, dear Fiona.” Clyde remarks. “You see, the next move has already been made.”
“What?!” Fiona and Melinda state in unison. Clyde nods his head.
“You recall my…former…friend, Joey?”
“Yes, the traitor.” Melinda answers.
“He was conveniently arrested a few days ago on numerous charges including breaking and entering, possession and dealing of drugs, and assault.”
“All of that?” Fiona seems surprised. Melinda just seems skeptical.
“Are these charges legitimate? And by that I mean, did he actually commit the crimes they arrested him for?”
“Oh yes, he most certainly did.” Sutter again grins from ear to ear. “Remember, my love, Joey was brought up the same way I was; living on the streets, fighting to survive. Both of us were criminals. The difference is that I made something of myself and escaped that life. He never did.”
“I guess your sister knew all about it and had the evidence against him.” Fiona states. Clyde nods his head.
“Yes, and like Mason earlier, it is Joey’s own fault for trusting my sister. He got himself into this mess and he is now paying the price.”
“But Clyde, he’s your friend.” Melinda says, wrapping her arms around Clyde in a warm embrace.
“He WAS my friend. The friendship ended when he betrayed me.”
“So let me get this straight…” Fiona begins “...Mason Van Stanton and your old pal Joey. Two guys you have a beef with because they were working with your sister. Now she’s just screwed over her own business partners?” Fiona shrugs her shoulders. “What is her game? Y’know? What is she trying to do?”
“I believe my sister is trying to get on my good side.” Clyde remarks. “She knew how angry I was with both of them. Conveniently both have now fallen from grace. Both are now suffering and she knew I would enjoy every minute of their suffering.”
“So she’s just trying to win you over?” Melinda asks. He nods his head.
“Yes, and there’s more. I recently received an invitation to meet with my sister.”
“Of course you did.” Melinda rolls her eyes.
“This time is different.” He answers. “This time she made it a point to invite you as well.”
“Really?”
“Really.”
“I don’t know, big guy.” Fiona shakes her head. “This screams ‘set up’ to me.”
“Me too.” Melinda says quietly.
“I have reservations of my own but my sister did make it a point to invite you. She also specified that we should meet in a public setting, such as a restaurant, to guarantee our safety. She would not be able to do anything to us with so many people around.”
“Sure, that’s true, but Clyde, tell me…” Melinda gazes deep into his eyes “...do you really want to see her? Do you really think seeing your sister and opening up that can of worms is a good idea?”
“She will not leave me alone, otherwise.” Sutter answers. “Besides, if nothing else, I might learn what she plans to do next.”
“I still don’t like this, Clyde.” Melinda’s voice is shaky, concern is there in her voice and all across her face. Sutter kisses her on the lips, lovingly. He looks deep into her eyes and smiles.
“Sometimes we must do what we do not wish to do. Fate will oftentimes put us into situations that hurt, scenarios that are dangerous. We must face these situations head on, with courage. That is the will of Fate.”
“Fate again.” Fiona scoffs. “I just don’t get it.”
“You do not have to understand Fate, Fiona.” Clyde remarks. “But you MUST know that if I am to ever have any form of peace, I must tackle this problem. I must confront my sister.”
“Fiona gets it.” Melinda remarks. “And I get it too.” She sighs. “I just don’t like it.”
“Trust me, my love, we will get through it.” Sutter runs his hand through Melinda’s long blonde hair. “I wouldn’t let anything happen to you. You know this.”
“I know.” Melinda finally cracks a smile. “That’s why I love you.”
“And I, you.” He plants another kiss on her lips. Fiona feigns gagging.
“Get a room!”
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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