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November 17th, 2025
Birmingham, England
On Camera
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A narrow alleyway stretches between two rows of aging brick buildings, their walls stained by time, rain, and the quiet neglect of a city that has long since shifted its attention elsewhere. The last light of dusk bleeds into the passage, casting a dim violet glow that barely reaches the ground. What illumination exists comes from a single flickering streetlamp at the alley’s entrance, its weak bulb stuttering between pale yellow and darkness, creating a jittery rhythm of shifting shadows. The uneven pavement below is cracked and damp, dotted with shallow puddles that reflect slivers of fading sky like broken pieces of glass. Trash bins line one side, overflowing with crumpled paper, cardboard, and the faint odor of something left too long in the heat, while a torn black plastic bag flutters weakly near the ground like a trapped creature. Somewhere deeper in the alley, out of sight, the faint sound of footsteps are heard, indicating the approach of someone, or more than one someone. The footsteps grow louder and then two shadowy figures emerge in the light; “The Assassin” Clyde Sutter and his lovely fiance “The Third Generation Goddess” Melinda Braddock.
Sutter is dressed in an all black ensemble that blends formality with an understated toughness. His outfit begins with a sleek black dress shirt buttoned all the way to the collar, complemented by a matte black tie that adds severity without overpowering the look. Over this he wears a fitted black blazer, sharply tailored through the shoulders and chest, giving him a commanding silhouette. His trousers match perfectly, slim-cut and modern, with a silver chain accessory draped at his hip; an accent that adds just enough personality to hint at an edgier persona beneath the otherwise formal attire. His posture is assertive but composed, one hand resting at his side while the other hooks casually into his pocket. He has a full beard trimmed neatly, enhancing a rugged, intense expression. His long black hair hangs straight, unrestrained, to past the shoulder, flowing loosely. He radiates an energy that is both elegant and imposing.
Standing beside him is Melinda Braddock dressed in a striking deep-blue velvet jumpsuit; rich, lustrous, and unmistakably glamorous. The fabric catches light in smooth gradients, emphasizing its softness and luxury. The jumpsuit features a dramatic halter neck design with a plunging, elongated keyhole cutout at the front that extends almost to her midsection, creating a bold yet sophisticated silhouette. The outfit fits her snugly at the torso and waist before draping into wide, floor length pant legs that flow smoothly to the ground, giving her an elegant, statuesque appearance. Her long blonde hair is styled sleek and straight, parted precisely and tucked neatly behind her shoulders so that nothing distracts from her face or the dramatic neckline of her outfit. Her posture is confident and poised, one hand resting lightly against her leg while the other remains relaxed at her side. She projects composure, glamour, and an effortless command of the camera.
“One should never panic or be shocked when faced with failure. Failure is inevitable because, as they say, no one is perfect. Therefore when you inevitably fail, when you come up short, panic is not the proper reaction if you hope to survive and thrive, especially in the ruthless and cutthroat world of professional wrestling. When met with the inevitable and grim persona of failure, you must first recognize that this is merely the will of Fate. Nothing more and nothing less. Where you go from that failure…whether that be a glorious rebound or further failures and a fall into a deeper, darker abyss…depends entirely upon how you play the hand that Fate has dealt you.” He chuckles and looks over at his lovely companion, Melinda, and kisses her. “I was not supposed to be here. If society had its way I would still be on the streets struggling to live another day. Yet I get to compete week in and week out in front of thousands of fans for championships, for glory, and for wealth beyond anyone’s wildest dreams. A man of my low countenance was most certainly not supposed to be engaged to marry the most gorgeous goddess walking the planet earth, yet here I am united arm in arm with my beloved Melinda Braddock.”
“The Harbinger of Fate has met failure on multiple occasions. He has stood his ground when met with the most serious of failures and yet he has not only survived he has thrived.” Melinda points a finger at the camera. “The real question here is how will YOU deal with your failures?”
“Yes, my love, that is indeed the real question. And you know, it is said that a true leader will not command his troops to do something he himself will not do as well. So allow me to inform my opposition…Oskar Theron, Dante Slayton, and Gavin Taylor…that I have already gazed deep into the mirror. Each and every time a match of mine is over, whether it ends in victory or defeat, I always look back into that mirror and do introspection. Under Attack did not go the way I had hoped. Fate was not on my side that night. Does it sting? Does it hurt? Of course. But do I accept the will of Fate?” The Assassin nods his head. “Yes, I always accept Fate’s will, for I am Fate’s ultimate weapon, and I trust in Fate to always provide new opportunities going forward.”
“I think going to war in a fatal four way against opponents the caliber of Theron, Slayton, and Taylor certainly sounds like an opportunity to me.” Melinda winks. “Especially if…no, no, WHEN you win!”
“Correct.” Sutter smirks knowingly. “Now what of my opposition? Can they say that they are prepared to accept the will of Fate? Are they prepared to accept their failures and move on? Between Mr. Raab’s spectacular failure in the chamber match at Under Attack and then the European Fiery Nation’s failure to put down Ms. Frost on Breakdown…”
“It was two on one and they couldn’t get the job done!” Melinda snickers nastily. Sutter sneers.
“...indeed. So tell me, Mr. Theron, how will YOU respond to the recent string of failures of the European Fiery Nation? You and your friends have been less than stellar as of late. You have not been the kind of threat you had hoped to be. This is the hand that Fate has dealt you but Fate has given you an opportunity. What exactly will you do with that opportunity, Mr. Theron? Ah but here I am asking the wrong question. How will you react to yet another failure, how will you respond to yet another setback handed to you by Fate because this four way on Breakdown is not an opportunity for victory…at least not for you…for you this will end in another failure. The real question is will you survive it? Will Fate let you walk away under your own power or will I put you down for good? You know, Mr. Theron, my beloved and I could have been good friends, allies even, with you and your companions. My beloved was born and raised in London. I grew up here in Birmingham. We are both European.”
“Except we’re not European enough, apparently.” Braddock says, playfully snickering.
“Too true, my love. Thus Fate has dealt the hand. We must be enemies and so shall it be. But then there is you, Mr. Slayton. Much like the European Nation, your Foundation has had a rough road, has it not? You struggled greatly to claim the SCW World Tag Team Championship from The Fall of Man…” he pauses and shakes his head. Melinda Braddock giggles.
“Only to lose them to a couple of adult circus clowns!”
“How the mighty have fallen.” Clyde responds. “The Foundation tried to reclaim the championships at the KABLAM event and you failed again. Now my beloved and I tried to hand your Foundation a Trios Contract on a silver platter, through Mr. Belmont, at Under Attack, unfortunately that venture was not in Fate’s plans. My beloved and I have accepted this and moved on yet I have a feeling that you will have greatly differing opinions on the matter. I understand. Not everyone can grasp, or accept, the will of Fate. So if we must be enemies now then so be it. Just know this, Mr. Slayton, you will not find an opportunity at my expense. I know full well what you and your Foundation ultimately want and it is the same thing my beloved’s Vision wants; the SCW World Tag Team Championship. What my beloved wants, my beloved gets, and I will walk through hell itself to make it a reality and I will destroy who stands in her way. You are a roadblock, Mr. Slayton, and I cannot allow you to remain. Fate has dealt you a very poor hand, Mr. Slayton, and you cannot do anything about it.”
“It was nice doing business with you.” Braddock smirks knowingly.
“Now that brings me to the loud mouth buffoon with fake contracts and delusions of grandeur. I could just as easily be talking about Gavin Taylor or a certain President. The thing about failure is that it affects people in different ways. As you can tell, my beloved and I have accepted the fallout of Under Attack and are moving on with whatever Fate has planned. Mr. Slayton and his foundation, no doubt, will continue their stubborn, rigorous quest for the tag team championship.”
“And the European Fiery Nation will do whatever it is that Fiery Europeans do!” Melinda says cheerfully yet with a hint of sarcasm.
“What about you, Mr. Taylor? You were once number one contender for the Adrenaline Championship once held by my future mother in law. How did that work out? You failed. You did manage to win a Trios Contract and you used it to get yourself a World Title Match. How did that work out? You failed. This past Rise To Greatness you tried to win the Scaffold Scramble to win that United States Title opportunity. How did that turn out? You failed. The pattern with you is the same; you take one step forward and two massive steps back. Your history is one of failure after failure after failure. Now while some just continue to fight on with pride and honor, and while still others just give up and quit, your reaction to constant failure is different.” He looks down at Melinda who is pointing to her head and making circles.
“He’s gone crazy!” She grins from ear to ear. “He lost his marbles!”
“Your reaction to the hand that Fate has dealt you, your reaction to your failure, is that you finally embrace complete and utter insanity. Make America Gavin Again? What sort of nonsense is this? You talk of a ridiculous nonexistent contract. Where is this contract, Mr. Taylor? And of all people to bring to your side as an ally you choose Religious Wright? All he does is kiss the ass of whoever he thinks will give him a good payday. Why, Mr. Taylor? Why would you, someone who even I admit is a very good wrestler with lots of credentials to his name, lower yourself to working with a nobody, a lowly ass kisser?”
“I think you just answered your own question, babe.” Melinda remarks. “But what I really want to know what kind of nicknames are you going to come up with for my man? It won’t rattle him. Your kind of nonsense doesn’t bother him. Still, it might be entertaining. So tell you what, let me help you out. Maybe go with Silly Sutter? Oh! Or what about Crazy Clyde? I like that one! Crazy Clyde! Because, Gavin, the difference between him and you, is that when you go crazy, you create a propaganda machine to make yourself look good. When Clyde goes crazy, he chokes the life out of you.”
“Your propaganda machine will not save you, Mr. Taylor.” The Assassin remarks, shaking his head. “And do not make the mistake of thinking that Fate has gifted you with an opportunity to Make America Gavin Again with this four way. Fate does not like you, Mr. Taylor. Fate is just as annoyed with you as everyone else is and Fate has put you in this situation so that I can do what I must…which is to silence you once and for all. This is not an opportunity for you, Mr. Taylor. This is an execution.” The Assassin smiles sadistically and pats himself on the chest. “But for me, this truly is an opportunity. Under Attack may have been a minor setback but this is an opportunity to make things right and put myself and The Vision back on track. All I have to do is wipe out four unworthy individuals.”
“Piece of cake!” Melinda exclaims.
“Fate has put us all in this four way. It will be a war, that much is certain. For me it is an opportunity to set things right and get The Vision back on track, that much is certain. The only question that remains is how will each of you respond to this next big failure in your respective careers? Trust me, failure is the only thing you should expect. Expecting anything else would only lead you to greater disappointment. It is your Fate, gentlemen, and your Fate is sealed.”
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November 17th, 2025
Birmingham, England
On Camera
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A narrow alleyway stretches between two rows of aging brick buildings, their walls stained by time, rain, and the quiet neglect of a city that has long since shifted its attention elsewhere. The last light of dusk bleeds into the passage, casting a dim violet glow that barely reaches the ground. What illumination exists comes from a single flickering streetlamp at the alley’s entrance, its weak bulb stuttering between pale yellow and darkness, creating a jittery rhythm of shifting shadows. The uneven pavement below is cracked and damp, dotted with shallow puddles that reflect slivers of fading sky like broken pieces of glass. Trash bins line one side, overflowing with crumpled paper, cardboard, and the faint odor of something left too long in the heat, while a torn black plastic bag flutters weakly near the ground like a trapped creature. Somewhere deeper in the alley, out of sight, the faint sound of footsteps are heard, indicating the approach of someone, or more than one someone. The footsteps grow louder and then two shadowy figures emerge in the light; “The Assassin” Clyde Sutter and his lovely fiance “The Third Generation Goddess” Melinda Braddock.
Sutter is dressed in an all black ensemble that blends formality with an understated toughness. His outfit begins with a sleek black dress shirt buttoned all the way to the collar, complemented by a matte black tie that adds severity without overpowering the look. Over this he wears a fitted black blazer, sharply tailored through the shoulders and chest, giving him a commanding silhouette. His trousers match perfectly, slim-cut and modern, with a silver chain accessory draped at his hip; an accent that adds just enough personality to hint at an edgier persona beneath the otherwise formal attire. His posture is assertive but composed, one hand resting at his side while the other hooks casually into his pocket. He has a full beard trimmed neatly, enhancing a rugged, intense expression. His long black hair hangs straight, unrestrained, to past the shoulder, flowing loosely. He radiates an energy that is both elegant and imposing.
Standing beside him is Melinda Braddock dressed in a striking deep-blue velvet jumpsuit; rich, lustrous, and unmistakably glamorous. The fabric catches light in smooth gradients, emphasizing its softness and luxury. The jumpsuit features a dramatic halter neck design with a plunging, elongated keyhole cutout at the front that extends almost to her midsection, creating a bold yet sophisticated silhouette. The outfit fits her snugly at the torso and waist before draping into wide, floor length pant legs that flow smoothly to the ground, giving her an elegant, statuesque appearance. Her long blonde hair is styled sleek and straight, parted precisely and tucked neatly behind her shoulders so that nothing distracts from her face or the dramatic neckline of her outfit. Her posture is confident and poised, one hand resting lightly against her leg while the other remains relaxed at her side. She projects composure, glamour, and an effortless command of the camera.
“One should never panic or be shocked when faced with failure. Failure is inevitable because, as they say, no one is perfect. Therefore when you inevitably fail, when you come up short, panic is not the proper reaction if you hope to survive and thrive, especially in the ruthless and cutthroat world of professional wrestling. When met with the inevitable and grim persona of failure, you must first recognize that this is merely the will of Fate. Nothing more and nothing less. Where you go from that failure…whether that be a glorious rebound or further failures and a fall into a deeper, darker abyss…depends entirely upon how you play the hand that Fate has dealt you.” He chuckles and looks over at his lovely companion, Melinda, and kisses her. “I was not supposed to be here. If society had its way I would still be on the streets struggling to live another day. Yet I get to compete week in and week out in front of thousands of fans for championships, for glory, and for wealth beyond anyone’s wildest dreams. A man of my low countenance was most certainly not supposed to be engaged to marry the most gorgeous goddess walking the planet earth, yet here I am united arm in arm with my beloved Melinda Braddock.”
“The Harbinger of Fate has met failure on multiple occasions. He has stood his ground when met with the most serious of failures and yet he has not only survived he has thrived.” Melinda points a finger at the camera. “The real question here is how will YOU deal with your failures?”
“Yes, my love, that is indeed the real question. And you know, it is said that a true leader will not command his troops to do something he himself will not do as well. So allow me to inform my opposition…Oskar Theron, Dante Slayton, and Gavin Taylor…that I have already gazed deep into the mirror. Each and every time a match of mine is over, whether it ends in victory or defeat, I always look back into that mirror and do introspection. Under Attack did not go the way I had hoped. Fate was not on my side that night. Does it sting? Does it hurt? Of course. But do I accept the will of Fate?” The Assassin nods his head. “Yes, I always accept Fate’s will, for I am Fate’s ultimate weapon, and I trust in Fate to always provide new opportunities going forward.”
“I think going to war in a fatal four way against opponents the caliber of Theron, Slayton, and Taylor certainly sounds like an opportunity to me.” Melinda winks. “Especially if…no, no, WHEN you win!”
“Correct.” Sutter smirks knowingly. “Now what of my opposition? Can they say that they are prepared to accept the will of Fate? Are they prepared to accept their failures and move on? Between Mr. Raab’s spectacular failure in the chamber match at Under Attack and then the European Fiery Nation’s failure to put down Ms. Frost on Breakdown…”
“It was two on one and they couldn’t get the job done!” Melinda snickers nastily. Sutter sneers.
“...indeed. So tell me, Mr. Theron, how will YOU respond to the recent string of failures of the European Fiery Nation? You and your friends have been less than stellar as of late. You have not been the kind of threat you had hoped to be. This is the hand that Fate has dealt you but Fate has given you an opportunity. What exactly will you do with that opportunity, Mr. Theron? Ah but here I am asking the wrong question. How will you react to yet another failure, how will you respond to yet another setback handed to you by Fate because this four way on Breakdown is not an opportunity for victory…at least not for you…for you this will end in another failure. The real question is will you survive it? Will Fate let you walk away under your own power or will I put you down for good? You know, Mr. Theron, my beloved and I could have been good friends, allies even, with you and your companions. My beloved was born and raised in London. I grew up here in Birmingham. We are both European.”
“Except we’re not European enough, apparently.” Braddock says, playfully snickering.
“Too true, my love. Thus Fate has dealt the hand. We must be enemies and so shall it be. But then there is you, Mr. Slayton. Much like the European Nation, your Foundation has had a rough road, has it not? You struggled greatly to claim the SCW World Tag Team Championship from The Fall of Man…” he pauses and shakes his head. Melinda Braddock giggles.
“Only to lose them to a couple of adult circus clowns!”
“How the mighty have fallen.” Clyde responds. “The Foundation tried to reclaim the championships at the KABLAM event and you failed again. Now my beloved and I tried to hand your Foundation a Trios Contract on a silver platter, through Mr. Belmont, at Under Attack, unfortunately that venture was not in Fate’s plans. My beloved and I have accepted this and moved on yet I have a feeling that you will have greatly differing opinions on the matter. I understand. Not everyone can grasp, or accept, the will of Fate. So if we must be enemies now then so be it. Just know this, Mr. Slayton, you will not find an opportunity at my expense. I know full well what you and your Foundation ultimately want and it is the same thing my beloved’s Vision wants; the SCW World Tag Team Championship. What my beloved wants, my beloved gets, and I will walk through hell itself to make it a reality and I will destroy who stands in her way. You are a roadblock, Mr. Slayton, and I cannot allow you to remain. Fate has dealt you a very poor hand, Mr. Slayton, and you cannot do anything about it.”
“It was nice doing business with you.” Braddock smirks knowingly.
“Now that brings me to the loud mouth buffoon with fake contracts and delusions of grandeur. I could just as easily be talking about Gavin Taylor or a certain President. The thing about failure is that it affects people in different ways. As you can tell, my beloved and I have accepted the fallout of Under Attack and are moving on with whatever Fate has planned. Mr. Slayton and his foundation, no doubt, will continue their stubborn, rigorous quest for the tag team championship.”
“And the European Fiery Nation will do whatever it is that Fiery Europeans do!” Melinda says cheerfully yet with a hint of sarcasm.
“What about you, Mr. Taylor? You were once number one contender for the Adrenaline Championship once held by my future mother in law. How did that work out? You failed. You did manage to win a Trios Contract and you used it to get yourself a World Title Match. How did that work out? You failed. This past Rise To Greatness you tried to win the Scaffold Scramble to win that United States Title opportunity. How did that turn out? You failed. The pattern with you is the same; you take one step forward and two massive steps back. Your history is one of failure after failure after failure. Now while some just continue to fight on with pride and honor, and while still others just give up and quit, your reaction to constant failure is different.” He looks down at Melinda who is pointing to her head and making circles.
“He’s gone crazy!” She grins from ear to ear. “He lost his marbles!”
“Your reaction to the hand that Fate has dealt you, your reaction to your failure, is that you finally embrace complete and utter insanity. Make America Gavin Again? What sort of nonsense is this? You talk of a ridiculous nonexistent contract. Where is this contract, Mr. Taylor? And of all people to bring to your side as an ally you choose Religious Wright? All he does is kiss the ass of whoever he thinks will give him a good payday. Why, Mr. Taylor? Why would you, someone who even I admit is a very good wrestler with lots of credentials to his name, lower yourself to working with a nobody, a lowly ass kisser?”
“I think you just answered your own question, babe.” Melinda remarks. “But what I really want to know what kind of nicknames are you going to come up with for my man? It won’t rattle him. Your kind of nonsense doesn’t bother him. Still, it might be entertaining. So tell you what, let me help you out. Maybe go with Silly Sutter? Oh! Or what about Crazy Clyde? I like that one! Crazy Clyde! Because, Gavin, the difference between him and you, is that when you go crazy, you create a propaganda machine to make yourself look good. When Clyde goes crazy, he chokes the life out of you.”
“Your propaganda machine will not save you, Mr. Taylor.” The Assassin remarks, shaking his head. “And do not make the mistake of thinking that Fate has gifted you with an opportunity to Make America Gavin Again with this four way. Fate does not like you, Mr. Taylor. Fate is just as annoyed with you as everyone else is and Fate has put you in this situation so that I can do what I must…which is to silence you once and for all. This is not an opportunity for you, Mr. Taylor. This is an execution.” The Assassin smiles sadistically and pats himself on the chest. “But for me, this truly is an opportunity. Under Attack may have been a minor setback but this is an opportunity to make things right and put myself and The Vision back on track. All I have to do is wipe out four unworthy individuals.”
“Piece of cake!” Melinda exclaims.
“Fate has put us all in this four way. It will be a war, that much is certain. For me it is an opportunity to set things right and get The Vision back on track, that much is certain. The only question that remains is how will each of you respond to this next big failure in your respective careers? Trust me, failure is the only thing you should expect. Expecting anything else would only lead you to greater disappointment. It is your Fate, gentlemen, and 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