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December 9th, 2025
Roslin, Scotland
Off Camera
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The morning in Roslin carried the kind of quiet that always felt older than the village itself, soft, gray light stretched thin across the rooftops, a faint mist rolling low along the street, and the damp chill of Scottish air clinging to everything it touched. The Julia Foundation looked almost solemn in the muted light, its stone exterior cool and dignified, the carved lettering above the door slightly darkened by the lingering moisture. Inside, though, warmth waited; light, movement, and the gentle hum of an organization built on compassion rather than spectacle. Glory Braddock paused at the entrance, one hand on the doorframe, exhaling a slow breath that billowed faintly in the crisp air. She looked casual, more casual than someone of her notoriety ever appeared in public. A soft gray hoodie hung loosely over a white tank top, her worn black jeans fitted and comfortable, and her boots scuffed from miles of walking across unfamiliar sidewalks. Her blonde hair, tied back in a low, messy ponytail, carried hints of the rainy morning in a few damp strands clinging to her forehead. She pushed them away absently with the back of her hand as she turned to the boy standing beside her.
John stood half a step behind her, shoulders slightly drawn inward, as if still unsure whether he belonged anywhere at all. He was skinny in the way kids get when they’ve spent too much time on their own, hands tucked deep into the sleeves of an oversized coat Glory had insisted he take. It hung off him awkwardly, but he wore it with a certain pride, the way someone wears something given with genuine kindness. His dark hair fell into his eyes, unbrushed but clean, and his shoes, too big, a mismatched pair Glory and Kurt had cobbled together from their house, scraped lightly against the floor as he shifted his weight. Being here was a big step for him. Glory knew that. And she could feel the tension radiating off him in small, nearly invisible ways. They’d spent the past few weeks trying to give him some sense of normalcy but Glory knew she couldn’t give him what he truly needed. Not the way her sister Julia could. Not the way this place could. She loved the kid already, more than she’d expected to, but she understood her own limitations. Her world, full of chaos, travel, conflict, and constant pressure, wasn’t built for someone fragile and still trying to rebuild himself from the ground up.
The Julia Foundation, though… this place was.
“Are you sure about this?” John asks.
“I am positive.” Glory says, a warm smile on her face. “I mean, this is my sister after all. I know she can help. And if she can’t…” she winks playfully “...I’ll put her in a choke hold.”
John chuckles uneasily to break the tension he, himself, is feeling. He has never had a permanent home. Has always bounced from place to place. He had some semblance of stability with Glory Braddock and Kurt Logan but he knew it couldn’t last forever. He just hopes that The Julia Foundation really can help and it isn’t just another temporary place. Glory led him inside, the warmth of the building wrapping around them immediately. Soft fluorescent lights glowed overhead. The lobby was modest but bright. John’s eyes brushed over the images with a sort of reverence, his gaze lingering especially on the photos of people around his age. Glory watched him quietly, noticing the way hope tugged faintly at the corners of his expression despite his efforts to remain stoic. When they reached the hallway leading to Julia’s office, Glory slowed her pace. Her boots clicked softly against the polished floor. John’s footsteps hurried once to keep up, then steadied. She placed a hand on his shoulder. He didn’t flinch this time. That alone felt like progress.
Julia’s office door was slightly ajar, warm yellow light spilling into the hallway. Inside, the room looked exactly as Glory remembered: soft tartan rug, heavy wooden desk. A mug of tea sat near a stack of handwritten letters. The air held the faint, comforting scent of lavender, the same scent Julia always carried. Julia Braddock herself stood at the window, flipping through a folder, her posture relaxed but focused. Her blonde hair was pulled loosely into a bun, and a soft cream sweater draped over her shoulders. She looked exactly as she always did; calm, grounded, compassionate in a way that both humbled and strengthened everyone around her. Glory paused with John just outside the doorway, letting him take in the room, letting him breathe for one more moment before the next step in his life began. His shoulders rose and fell once. He swallowed. It was enough. Glory lifted her hand and nudged the door open the rest of the way. Julia looked up, her expression immediately softening into a warm, welcoming smile as her eyes landed on them.
“So that’s John!” Julia says with a warm smile of her own. The younger Braddock holds out her hand and John hesitates before accepting the handshake. Julia is used to hesitation such as this. “It’s ok, John. I know you’ve had a hard life but things will be different now.”
“She means it.” Glory chimes in.
“Yes, here at The Julia Foundation we will do everything we can to help your life started on the right foot.” Julia insists. “We are in touch with employers all over Europe, not just the United Kingdom, who could use employees like you. But Glory tells me you already have a possible career choice in mind.”
“Yeah…” he answers slowly, cautiously “...I, uh, I’d like to be a wrestler.”
“That’s easy, because I know both the owner of a wrestling school and trainer.”
“I’m the owner of The Glenn Braddock Wrestling School.” Glory answers and then points at Julia. “And she is a part time trainer.”
“As far as housing goes, we are not going to bounce you from shelter to shelter, although we do work closely with all of the homeless shelters. We have nice living facilities out back on these grounds. You can stay here for as long as you need until you are making enough money to buy or rent your own place.”
“Thanks.” John says. “This means a lot…” Julia goes over to her desk and pushes a call button on her phone. “Sarah? Could you come in here please?”
John, Glory, and Julia all wait. A few moments later another woman, this time older, perhaps in her fifties, wearing a navy blue pantsuit, emerges, standing attentive, ready for her next orders. Julia smiles warmly and then motions to John.
“This is John. John, this is Sarah Walker. She will give you the grand tour of our facilities. I will meet up with you two when I’m done here with my sister.”
John nods his head and follows Sarah out of the door. Once the pair are gone Glory Braddock shuts the door so that she and Julia can have a little privacy. Part of this visit is definitely about John and ensuring he gets in with The Julia Foundation and gets the help he needs. There is another motive here; Glory Braddock needs to talk to her sister Julia about another problem that needs to be taken care of; one that cannot be left alone and ignored any longer. Glory turns and sits down in one of the office chairs. She watches as Julia Braddock steps back over towards her desk. She prepares to sit down but stops. She looks over at Glory and glares.
“You didn’t do anything to this, did you?”
“What? Me?” Glory smirks, feigning innocence.
“Don’t play innocent with me.” Julia snaps. “Last time you were here I nearly hit the floor trying to sit in my chair. You also hacked my computer and put all sorts of embarrassing pictures on there.”
“Oh but you were an adorable baby…”
“Stop it.” Julia says. “You didn’t prank me today, did you?”
“Promise.” Glory crosses herself like any good Catholic girl would. “The Queen of the Pranks is not here today. I came here today on serious business and part of that serious business was John.”
“Good.” Julia sighs as she sits down at her desk. “You don’t have to worry about him anymore. I will take good care of him.”
“I know you will. That’s why I brought him here.”
“What else did you want to see me about?” Julia asks. “If you want to get some sparring sessions in I’m definitely free. I know you have a match coming up against Amelia Nevado. I have a match of my own coming up soon and could use the reps.”
“That’s a good idea, actually.” Glory nods her head. “I think I’ll take you up on that offer. Amelia comes from that same school of British style wrestling that you and I are familiar with. So wrestling YOU will basically be like wrestling HER. Great preparation for Shattered Reality.”
“See? I am good for something.” Julia grins. “A human punching bag.”
“Except I want you to punch back. Don’t make it easy on me.”
“Right.” Julia states.
“But there is one other thing you and I need to talk about.” There is a pause, a hint of tension in the air, as if the sisters know that this will be a touchy subject, and it will be. “Sophie.”
“Oh God, not her.” Julia rolls her eyes.
“She is our half-sister.”
“Don’t remind me!”
“What’s so bad about that?” Glory asks. “We were friends with her and her half-brother Mark growing up. We never knew that she was our half-sister. Dad kept that from all of us. But that doesn’t change that we were close, we were friends.”
“Yes, Sophie O’Brian is the product of an affair that dad had.” Julia states coldly. “But that’s not what bothers me. What bothers me is how quickly you are ready to forgive and forget everything Sophie did. That woman has always been a sociopath and a narcissist. She was convinced that she and she alone knew what our father believed in, that she understood our father’s teachings better than us, but all she believed in was total war, scorched earth policy, burning everything to the ground if it meant getting what she wanted. And she did some unspeakable things all in the name of achieving whatever her goal of the day happened to be.”
“I know all of that.” Glory nods her head. “And yes, I am ready to forgive…not forget, just forgive.”
“Why? How can you?”
“Because I have needed forgiveness myself.” Glory states plainly. “I lost myself. I went too far and became someone I hated. It took me a long time to find myself again.”
“Don’t give me that crap, Gloria.” Julia states. “Sophie isn’t like you.”
“How do you know?” Glory asks. “All I know is that Sophie appears to be making a genuine attempt to change her life for the better, trying to make herself a better person.”
“And you believe her?”
“Yes, I do, because she is my sister. I have thought of her as a sister even before I knew we were biologically related. I also believe her because she has known that we were sisters for over a year before you and I knew. She could have used that information to ruin our reputation, to ruin our dad’s reputation, but she kept it quiet. She never said anything and still has kept quiet about it out of respect for YOU, because she knows you don’t want it public. I think that says a lot.”
“Maybe you’re right…” Julia sighs and shrugs her shoulders “...what do you want from me?”
“All I want is you to give her a chance.” Glory states. “She is OUR sister. Accept her, embrace her, and not just in private, don’t keep her like a skeleton in the closet that you are ashamed of, because we have no reason to be ashamed of her. Let’s make it public. Let’s quit hiding this.”
“You trust her?” Julia asks. Glory nods her head.
“I do.”
“Fine…” Julia sighs and nods her head “...I give. We can make it public.”
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December 13th, 2025
Boston, Massachusetts
On Camera
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“The British Bombshell” Glory Braddock stood alone beneath the unlit marquee of the TD Garden, boots planted on the wide concrete plaza that, on most nights, would have been a river of jerseys and noise. Tonight it was nothing but wind-tossed ticket stubs skittering across the ground like dead leaves and the low hum of the city keeping its distance. Night one of SCW Shattered Reality has just concluded. Night two is now just twenty four hours away. She had her hands shoved deep into the pockets of an old black Carhartt jacket. The jacket hung open over a faded royal purple hoodie. Her jeans were dark, worn soft at the knees, tucked into scuffed brown boots. A single silver chain disappeared beneath the collar of her hoodie, the only hint of anything delicate on her. Long blonde hair spilled out from beneath a black beanie pulled low over her brow. Strands lashed across her face whenever the wind gusted, and she didn’t bother brushing them away. She just narrowed her eyes against them, pale blue irises catching the orange glow of the streetlights like winter sky over open water. The arena loomed behind her, dark and cavernous. Nothing left to see tonight, nothing but the hollow echo of her own breathing and the occasional metallic creak of the building settling into itself.
“The climb to the top of the mountain in professional wrestling is long and it is difficult but oh boy is it worth it. In arenas like the one behind me, the TD Garden in Boston, Massachusetts, you get to compete against the best this sport has to offer in front of thousands of roaring fans, all just to see who is the best. This evening the fans were treated to such a spectacle. Shattered Reality certainly has thus far lived up to its billing as a major event for Supreme Championship Wrestling. This evening some people’s realities were very much shattered. Other people kept their dreams very much alive and well as they continue to climb the proverbial mountain in SCW.”
“We are very much familiar with this climb, aren’t we Amelia? We are cut from the same cloth of British style wrestling. Both of us believe that this sport is based upon hard work, dedication, and pure competition. Maybe that’s why we keep gravitating towards one another? Maybe that’s why we end up, someway somehow, always fighting each other? We are mirror images of one another. Therefore we end up in each other’s orbit. Whether we have tag team partners and we’re fighting for the tag team championship or whether it’s just you and me one on one, you and I always find a way to meet each other along this climb to the top. And it doesn’t end there. Hell, we both tried to dethrone Cid Turner and we both came up short. Now both of us want to make this climb again, both of us want to earn another opportunity at the SCW World Championship, and I suppose that could be one explanation for why we are going to be clashing one more time in Montreal, Quebec, Canada tomorrow night at Shattered Reality; we know that our paths will have to cross at some point since we both want the same thing, it just so happens that our paths are going to cross tomorrow night.” The British Bombshell shakes her head.
“Oh but I don’t think that’s the reason. Unlike my bozo soon-to-be brother-in-law, I do not believe in Fate. I don’t believe Fate keeps pushing us together. I also don’t believe in happenstance or coincidence. What I believe is that you feel like you have something to prove. You need to prove to the world, and more importantly to yourself, that you still have what it takes. What better way to do that than by taking out the ONE PERSON you have yet to beat one on one?” She winks. “That’s me, by the way. Yes, you hold victories over me, but those were in tag team action. One on one, when the chips were down and the pressure was on, I always have come out on top. You need this. You are putting the pressure on yourself to finally go out there and get your White Whale.”
“That is where you are making your mistake, Amelia. I respect the hell out of you and, to be perfectly honest, you have nothing to prove to anyone. And you may deny that this is about proving something but let’s face it, who issued the challenge? You did. I have said it once and I will say it again, my climb back to the top is going to go the same way it did last time; I will wrestle anyone SCW decides to put in front of me. If they wanted me to wrestle Religious Wright in a dark match before Shattered Dreams went on the air I would have been fine with it. No complaints from me because, the way I see it, I need to work my way up by taking on all comers. But you specifically requested a match with me. You made the challenge. You want to take on The British Bombshell…because you need to prove that you are still at the top of your game.”
“Light in the Darkness has taken a bit of a hit lately. You lost the tag titles. Luz lost the United States Championship. You had a Trios Contract but then you lost your cash in match against Cid Turner. And hey, I get the feeling of disappointment. I won two Trios Cash Ins and failed both of my attempts. But never once did I feel as if I needed to prove anything to anyone after it was over. I knew that, despite those disappointments, that I was STILL one of the very best professional wrestlers in the world today. Even after my recent loss to Cid Turner, I KNOW that i am one of the best in the world. And I know that, tomorrow night at Shattered Reality in Canada, I will be facing one of the very best in the world. I know how good you are but you don’t seem to believe it yourself.”
“Unless you can figure that out, Amelia, you will NEVER beat me.”
“I appreciate the challenge, Amelia. I really do. Wrestling you is always an honor and a privilege. But for all of our similarities, the one glaring difference is that disappointments and setbacks have seemed to make you question yourself whereas me, no matter the setback and no matter the disappointment, I always know how damn good I am. I do not need to prove anything to anyone. I KNOW that, at some point, my own climb back to the top will eventually result in another world title shot. I just need to be patient and take on all comers. I need to defeat each and every single person put in my path. Right now, you put yourself in my path, and tomorrow night, I will defeat you again.” She smirks. “But regardless of what happens tomorrow night at Shattered Reality, I promise you one thing; the respect will always be there, Amelia, and when it is all over, I will shake your hand. So good luck. You’ll need it.”
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December 9th, 2025
Roslin, Scotland
Off Camera
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The morning in Roslin carried the kind of quiet that always felt older than the village itself, soft, gray light stretched thin across the rooftops, a faint mist rolling low along the street, and the damp chill of Scottish air clinging to everything it touched. The Julia Foundation looked almost solemn in the muted light, its stone exterior cool and dignified, the carved lettering above the door slightly darkened by the lingering moisture. Inside, though, warmth waited; light, movement, and the gentle hum of an organization built on compassion rather than spectacle. Glory Braddock paused at the entrance, one hand on the doorframe, exhaling a slow breath that billowed faintly in the crisp air. She looked casual, more casual than someone of her notoriety ever appeared in public. A soft gray hoodie hung loosely over a white tank top, her worn black jeans fitted and comfortable, and her boots scuffed from miles of walking across unfamiliar sidewalks. Her blonde hair, tied back in a low, messy ponytail, carried hints of the rainy morning in a few damp strands clinging to her forehead. She pushed them away absently with the back of her hand as she turned to the boy standing beside her.
John stood half a step behind her, shoulders slightly drawn inward, as if still unsure whether he belonged anywhere at all. He was skinny in the way kids get when they’ve spent too much time on their own, hands tucked deep into the sleeves of an oversized coat Glory had insisted he take. It hung off him awkwardly, but he wore it with a certain pride, the way someone wears something given with genuine kindness. His dark hair fell into his eyes, unbrushed but clean, and his shoes, too big, a mismatched pair Glory and Kurt had cobbled together from their house, scraped lightly against the floor as he shifted his weight. Being here was a big step for him. Glory knew that. And she could feel the tension radiating off him in small, nearly invisible ways. They’d spent the past few weeks trying to give him some sense of normalcy but Glory knew she couldn’t give him what he truly needed. Not the way her sister Julia could. Not the way this place could. She loved the kid already, more than she’d expected to, but she understood her own limitations. Her world, full of chaos, travel, conflict, and constant pressure, wasn’t built for someone fragile and still trying to rebuild himself from the ground up.
The Julia Foundation, though… this place was.
“Are you sure about this?” John asks.
“I am positive.” Glory says, a warm smile on her face. “I mean, this is my sister after all. I know she can help. And if she can’t…” she winks playfully “...I’ll put her in a choke hold.”
John chuckles uneasily to break the tension he, himself, is feeling. He has never had a permanent home. Has always bounced from place to place. He had some semblance of stability with Glory Braddock and Kurt Logan but he knew it couldn’t last forever. He just hopes that The Julia Foundation really can help and it isn’t just another temporary place. Glory led him inside, the warmth of the building wrapping around them immediately. Soft fluorescent lights glowed overhead. The lobby was modest but bright. John’s eyes brushed over the images with a sort of reverence, his gaze lingering especially on the photos of people around his age. Glory watched him quietly, noticing the way hope tugged faintly at the corners of his expression despite his efforts to remain stoic. When they reached the hallway leading to Julia’s office, Glory slowed her pace. Her boots clicked softly against the polished floor. John’s footsteps hurried once to keep up, then steadied. She placed a hand on his shoulder. He didn’t flinch this time. That alone felt like progress.
Julia’s office door was slightly ajar, warm yellow light spilling into the hallway. Inside, the room looked exactly as Glory remembered: soft tartan rug, heavy wooden desk. A mug of tea sat near a stack of handwritten letters. The air held the faint, comforting scent of lavender, the same scent Julia always carried. Julia Braddock herself stood at the window, flipping through a folder, her posture relaxed but focused. Her blonde hair was pulled loosely into a bun, and a soft cream sweater draped over her shoulders. She looked exactly as she always did; calm, grounded, compassionate in a way that both humbled and strengthened everyone around her. Glory paused with John just outside the doorway, letting him take in the room, letting him breathe for one more moment before the next step in his life began. His shoulders rose and fell once. He swallowed. It was enough. Glory lifted her hand and nudged the door open the rest of the way. Julia looked up, her expression immediately softening into a warm, welcoming smile as her eyes landed on them.
“So that’s John!” Julia says with a warm smile of her own. The younger Braddock holds out her hand and John hesitates before accepting the handshake. Julia is used to hesitation such as this. “It’s ok, John. I know you’ve had a hard life but things will be different now.”
“She means it.” Glory chimes in.
“Yes, here at The Julia Foundation we will do everything we can to help your life started on the right foot.” Julia insists. “We are in touch with employers all over Europe, not just the United Kingdom, who could use employees like you. But Glory tells me you already have a possible career choice in mind.”
“Yeah…” he answers slowly, cautiously “...I, uh, I’d like to be a wrestler.”
“That’s easy, because I know both the owner of a wrestling school and trainer.”
“I’m the owner of The Glenn Braddock Wrestling School.” Glory answers and then points at Julia. “And she is a part time trainer.”
“As far as housing goes, we are not going to bounce you from shelter to shelter, although we do work closely with all of the homeless shelters. We have nice living facilities out back on these grounds. You can stay here for as long as you need until you are making enough money to buy or rent your own place.”
“Thanks.” John says. “This means a lot…” Julia goes over to her desk and pushes a call button on her phone. “Sarah? Could you come in here please?”
John, Glory, and Julia all wait. A few moments later another woman, this time older, perhaps in her fifties, wearing a navy blue pantsuit, emerges, standing attentive, ready for her next orders. Julia smiles warmly and then motions to John.
“This is John. John, this is Sarah Walker. She will give you the grand tour of our facilities. I will meet up with you two when I’m done here with my sister.”
John nods his head and follows Sarah out of the door. Once the pair are gone Glory Braddock shuts the door so that she and Julia can have a little privacy. Part of this visit is definitely about John and ensuring he gets in with The Julia Foundation and gets the help he needs. There is another motive here; Glory Braddock needs to talk to her sister Julia about another problem that needs to be taken care of; one that cannot be left alone and ignored any longer. Glory turns and sits down in one of the office chairs. She watches as Julia Braddock steps back over towards her desk. She prepares to sit down but stops. She looks over at Glory and glares.
“You didn’t do anything to this, did you?”
“What? Me?” Glory smirks, feigning innocence.
“Don’t play innocent with me.” Julia snaps. “Last time you were here I nearly hit the floor trying to sit in my chair. You also hacked my computer and put all sorts of embarrassing pictures on there.”
“Oh but you were an adorable baby…”
“Stop it.” Julia says. “You didn’t prank me today, did you?”
“Promise.” Glory crosses herself like any good Catholic girl would. “The Queen of the Pranks is not here today. I came here today on serious business and part of that serious business was John.”
“Good.” Julia sighs as she sits down at her desk. “You don’t have to worry about him anymore. I will take good care of him.”
“I know you will. That’s why I brought him here.”
“What else did you want to see me about?” Julia asks. “If you want to get some sparring sessions in I’m definitely free. I know you have a match coming up against Amelia Nevado. I have a match of my own coming up soon and could use the reps.”
“That’s a good idea, actually.” Glory nods her head. “I think I’ll take you up on that offer. Amelia comes from that same school of British style wrestling that you and I are familiar with. So wrestling YOU will basically be like wrestling HER. Great preparation for Shattered Reality.”
“See? I am good for something.” Julia grins. “A human punching bag.”
“Except I want you to punch back. Don’t make it easy on me.”
“Right.” Julia states.
“But there is one other thing you and I need to talk about.” There is a pause, a hint of tension in the air, as if the sisters know that this will be a touchy subject, and it will be. “Sophie.”
“Oh God, not her.” Julia rolls her eyes.
“She is our half-sister.”
“Don’t remind me!”
“What’s so bad about that?” Glory asks. “We were friends with her and her half-brother Mark growing up. We never knew that she was our half-sister. Dad kept that from all of us. But that doesn’t change that we were close, we were friends.”
“Yes, Sophie O’Brian is the product of an affair that dad had.” Julia states coldly. “But that’s not what bothers me. What bothers me is how quickly you are ready to forgive and forget everything Sophie did. That woman has always been a sociopath and a narcissist. She was convinced that she and she alone knew what our father believed in, that she understood our father’s teachings better than us, but all she believed in was total war, scorched earth policy, burning everything to the ground if it meant getting what she wanted. And she did some unspeakable things all in the name of achieving whatever her goal of the day happened to be.”
“I know all of that.” Glory nods her head. “And yes, I am ready to forgive…not forget, just forgive.”
“Why? How can you?”
“Because I have needed forgiveness myself.” Glory states plainly. “I lost myself. I went too far and became someone I hated. It took me a long time to find myself again.”
“Don’t give me that crap, Gloria.” Julia states. “Sophie isn’t like you.”
“How do you know?” Glory asks. “All I know is that Sophie appears to be making a genuine attempt to change her life for the better, trying to make herself a better person.”
“And you believe her?”
“Yes, I do, because she is my sister. I have thought of her as a sister even before I knew we were biologically related. I also believe her because she has known that we were sisters for over a year before you and I knew. She could have used that information to ruin our reputation, to ruin our dad’s reputation, but she kept it quiet. She never said anything and still has kept quiet about it out of respect for YOU, because she knows you don’t want it public. I think that says a lot.”
“Maybe you’re right…” Julia sighs and shrugs her shoulders “...what do you want from me?”
“All I want is you to give her a chance.” Glory states. “She is OUR sister. Accept her, embrace her, and not just in private, don’t keep her like a skeleton in the closet that you are ashamed of, because we have no reason to be ashamed of her. Let’s make it public. Let’s quit hiding this.”
“You trust her?” Julia asks. Glory nods her head.
“I do.”
“Fine…” Julia sighs and nods her head “...I give. We can make it public.”
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December 13th, 2025
Boston, Massachusetts
On Camera
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“The British Bombshell” Glory Braddock stood alone beneath the unlit marquee of the TD Garden, boots planted on the wide concrete plaza that, on most nights, would have been a river of jerseys and noise. Tonight it was nothing but wind-tossed ticket stubs skittering across the ground like dead leaves and the low hum of the city keeping its distance. Night one of SCW Shattered Reality has just concluded. Night two is now just twenty four hours away. She had her hands shoved deep into the pockets of an old black Carhartt jacket. The jacket hung open over a faded royal purple hoodie. Her jeans were dark, worn soft at the knees, tucked into scuffed brown boots. A single silver chain disappeared beneath the collar of her hoodie, the only hint of anything delicate on her. Long blonde hair spilled out from beneath a black beanie pulled low over her brow. Strands lashed across her face whenever the wind gusted, and she didn’t bother brushing them away. She just narrowed her eyes against them, pale blue irises catching the orange glow of the streetlights like winter sky over open water. The arena loomed behind her, dark and cavernous. Nothing left to see tonight, nothing but the hollow echo of her own breathing and the occasional metallic creak of the building settling into itself.
“The climb to the top of the mountain in professional wrestling is long and it is difficult but oh boy is it worth it. In arenas like the one behind me, the TD Garden in Boston, Massachusetts, you get to compete against the best this sport has to offer in front of thousands of roaring fans, all just to see who is the best. This evening the fans were treated to such a spectacle. Shattered Reality certainly has thus far lived up to its billing as a major event for Supreme Championship Wrestling. This evening some people’s realities were very much shattered. Other people kept their dreams very much alive and well as they continue to climb the proverbial mountain in SCW.”
“We are very much familiar with this climb, aren’t we Amelia? We are cut from the same cloth of British style wrestling. Both of us believe that this sport is based upon hard work, dedication, and pure competition. Maybe that’s why we keep gravitating towards one another? Maybe that’s why we end up, someway somehow, always fighting each other? We are mirror images of one another. Therefore we end up in each other’s orbit. Whether we have tag team partners and we’re fighting for the tag team championship or whether it’s just you and me one on one, you and I always find a way to meet each other along this climb to the top. And it doesn’t end there. Hell, we both tried to dethrone Cid Turner and we both came up short. Now both of us want to make this climb again, both of us want to earn another opportunity at the SCW World Championship, and I suppose that could be one explanation for why we are going to be clashing one more time in Montreal, Quebec, Canada tomorrow night at Shattered Reality; we know that our paths will have to cross at some point since we both want the same thing, it just so happens that our paths are going to cross tomorrow night.” The British Bombshell shakes her head.
“Oh but I don’t think that’s the reason. Unlike my bozo soon-to-be brother-in-law, I do not believe in Fate. I don’t believe Fate keeps pushing us together. I also don’t believe in happenstance or coincidence. What I believe is that you feel like you have something to prove. You need to prove to the world, and more importantly to yourself, that you still have what it takes. What better way to do that than by taking out the ONE PERSON you have yet to beat one on one?” She winks. “That’s me, by the way. Yes, you hold victories over me, but those were in tag team action. One on one, when the chips were down and the pressure was on, I always have come out on top. You need this. You are putting the pressure on yourself to finally go out there and get your White Whale.”
“That is where you are making your mistake, Amelia. I respect the hell out of you and, to be perfectly honest, you have nothing to prove to anyone. And you may deny that this is about proving something but let’s face it, who issued the challenge? You did. I have said it once and I will say it again, my climb back to the top is going to go the same way it did last time; I will wrestle anyone SCW decides to put in front of me. If they wanted me to wrestle Religious Wright in a dark match before Shattered Dreams went on the air I would have been fine with it. No complaints from me because, the way I see it, I need to work my way up by taking on all comers. But you specifically requested a match with me. You made the challenge. You want to take on The British Bombshell…because you need to prove that you are still at the top of your game.”
“Light in the Darkness has taken a bit of a hit lately. You lost the tag titles. Luz lost the United States Championship. You had a Trios Contract but then you lost your cash in match against Cid Turner. And hey, I get the feeling of disappointment. I won two Trios Cash Ins and failed both of my attempts. But never once did I feel as if I needed to prove anything to anyone after it was over. I knew that, despite those disappointments, that I was STILL one of the very best professional wrestlers in the world today. Even after my recent loss to Cid Turner, I KNOW that i am one of the best in the world. And I know that, tomorrow night at Shattered Reality in Canada, I will be facing one of the very best in the world. I know how good you are but you don’t seem to believe it yourself.”
“Unless you can figure that out, Amelia, you will NEVER beat me.”
“I appreciate the challenge, Amelia. I really do. Wrestling you is always an honor and a privilege. But for all of our similarities, the one glaring difference is that disappointments and setbacks have seemed to make you question yourself whereas me, no matter the setback and no matter the disappointment, I always know how damn good I am. I do not need to prove anything to anyone. I KNOW that, at some point, my own climb back to the top will eventually result in another world title shot. I just need to be patient and take on all comers. I need to defeat each and every single person put in my path. Right now, you put yourself in my path, and tomorrow night, I will defeat you again.” She smirks. “But regardless of what happens tomorrow night at Shattered Reality, I promise you one thing; the respect will always be there, Amelia, and when it is all over, I will shake your hand. So good luck. You’ll need it.”
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SCW World Champion 1x
SCW United States Champion 1x
SCW Adrenaline Champion 1x
SCW Television Champion 1x
SCW World Tag Team Champion 1x (w/Brittany Lohan)
Supreme Champion
2019 Trios Tournament Winner (w/ Regan Street & Kellen Jeffries)
2020 Trios Tournament Winner (w/ Ace Marshall & David Helms)
SCW Adrenaline Champion 1x
SCW Television Champion 1x
SCW World Tag Team Champion 1x (w/Brittany Lohan)
Supreme Champion
2019 Trios Tournament Winner (w/ Regan Street & Kellen Jeffries)
2020 Trios Tournament Winner (w/ Ace Marshall & David Helms)