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August 6th, 2026
Detroit, Michigan
Off Camera
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The overcast sky hanging over downtown Detroit held the cool, heavy threat of late summer rain, drifting between tall concrete buildings and casting a subdued, steel-grey wash over the afternoon. Walking along the wide, cracked sidewalks, the trio fit right into the steady rhythm of the city as it began to stir for the evening. Steam rose lazily from street vents in thin white plumes, disappearing into the persistent breeze blowing off the nearby river. The hum of passing delivery trucks, distant sirens, and the metallic screech of a passing streetcar resonated off the glass and stone facades, punctuated by the occasional construction crew at work on a nearby block. Everywhere they looked, the city felt massive and industrial, defined by grand, weathered architecture standing right alongside crisp, newly renovated towers.
Melinda walked with a slow, deliberate pace, looking completely put together despite the gloomy weather. She wore a fitted, waist-length trench coat in a deep cream shade, left unbuttoned to reveal a simple black ribbed knit top tucked into high-waisted, dark tailored trousers. Her platinum blonde hair was styled in smooth, precise waves that fell just past her shoulders, untroubled by the damp breeze. She wore black leather ankle boots with a low, sturdy heel, her steps quiet against the concrete as she casually observed the passing sights with an air of relaxed poise. Walking beside her, Clyde took up a massive portion of the walkway, looking every bit the enforcer in the cool air. He had opted for a heavy, charcoal grey denim jacket over a fitted black crewneck shirt that stretched tight across his chest and arms. A pair of rugged, dark blue jeans rested over thick black work boots that hit the pavement with a heavy, rhythmic thud. His long black hair was gathered back into a loose knot at the base of his neck, keeping it out of his face, while his calm, dark eyes constantly scanned the surrounding streets, casually keeping watch over the two women.
Fiona walked a half step ahead, her posture sharp and restless, energy practically humming off her as the big event drew closer. She stayed true to her usual style, wearing a cropped charcoal vintage tee beneath a dark burgundy leather motorcycle jacket, left open and showing off subtle brass zipper hardware. Her dark denim jeans were faded at the knees and tucked into black combat boots with silver buckles, giving her a sharp, athletic edge. Her long black hair, with its bold streaks of crimson, blew freely in the river wind, pulling slightly across her face as she looked up at the towering buildings around them, clearly eager to trade the sightseeing for the ring.
The trio know that it won’t be long until they have to enter Ford Field and go to war with Scarlet Carsons and Kirsten Scott. They also recognize the importance of this night; not only do they need to put an end to their rivalry with Carsons but they need to make a statement in the process; a victory at Rise To Greatness, the premier event of SCW, will place them back into the tag team title picture. Melinda Braddock desperately wants to prove that SHE is the future of the Braddock Wrestling Legacy and that her mother is a fraud. Melinda also wants to shape professional wrestling into her own image. The young Third Generation Goddess has high goals and aspirations. Fiona, on the other hand? The Boston Badass just wants a good fight and she knows that she will get one at Rise To Greatness. Fiona is eager to step into the ring and start throwing hands.
“Ah, Detroit…” Melinda shakes her head in disgust “...it truly is as disgusting as I imagined.”
“I am used to this, my love.” Clyde remarks. “I grew up in Birmingham, remember?”
“Oh but Clyde, the squalor here makes Birmingham appear like a golden palace.” Braddock sighs. “Detroit doesn’t deserve to get to watch The Third Generation Goddess compete at Rise To Greatness.”
“I kinda agree with the big guy.” Fiona says with a grin on her face. “This place speaks to me! It speaks to who I really am and not the prissy model Todd wanted me to be. Besides, it can be here in Detroit, in your hometown of London, or in Siberia, as long as I get the chance to throw down and fight someone, I’m a happy bitch.”
“You were once a model?” Melinda chuckles. “You certainly do not talk or behave like one.”
“Like I said the other day to Jacob, the model persona is what Todd, my foster father, wanted for me. This right here?” She spins around. “This is the real Fiona!”
“You will certainly get your wish at Rise To Greatness.” Melinda nods her head. “We will be fighting Kirsten Scott and Scarlet Carsons and with the mood they are in, I doubt it will be a catch as catch can wrestling clinic.”
“Good.” Fiona smirks. “I wanna punch someone in the face.”
“Taking out Carsons and Scott is but merely a part of our grand plan, Fiona.” Melinda points out. Then she turns to look at Clyde. “Which reminds me, how is my adopted cousin Serena progressing with her training under your most wonderful tutelage?”
Sutter’s look remains stoic and serious. He nods his head.
“Serena is making some progress, yet her progress is slower than I had hoped.”
“Any progress is good.” Melinda states. “Especially considering the state she had been in. Under the influence of my pathetic aunt Julia she had become weak and absurd. You need to strengthen her, Clyde, even if it means using harsh means. Do you understand?”
“Of course, my beloved.” Clyde nods his head in agreement.
“And what about you, Fiona?” Melinda looks back at Fiona, who looks back in surprise. “What progress have you made?”
“What do you mean, Mels?” Fiona chuckles lightly. “I mean, we’re six time tag team champs. Currently we’re MWA World Tag Team Champions. Hey, I admit we haven’t had that same success in SCW yet, but I’d like to think I’ve held my own and carried my weight.”
“Oh you misunderstand me, my dear.” Melinda shakes her head. “I refer to your old friend Jacob.”
“Jacob?” Fiona furrows her brow. “What does he have to do with anything?”
“The last time we dealt with a ghost from your past…namely Todd Osbourne…it served as a distraction and set us back in our progress to take over SCW’s tag team division.”
“Oh is that all?” Fiona rolls her eyes. “Look, you got nothing to worry about, Mels. Don’t get your stockings all wadded up over this, ok? I already forgot about him.”
“Really?” Melinda looks on skeptically, yet Fiona nods her head.
“Yeah, I mean, I like Jacob but c’mon, he’s a lost cause. He loves music, he loves playing in the band, but his dream of making it in the music industry is unlikely to happen.”
“Your dream of becoming a professional wrestler came to be.” Melinda points out.
“Yeah but I was lucky.” Fiona states. “The modeling agency Todd had me hooked up with was the one ran by Kayla Jones, your mom’s first cousin and a former world champ in her own right. Kayla was the one who introduced to Glory who ultimately adopted me. The rest is history. I happened to know the right people at the right time, Mels. Jacob, unfortunately, has no one.”
“That is where you are wrong.” Melinda smirks. “Jacob does know the right people. He knows us.”
“Huh?” Fiona looks on in confusion. “What are you getting at, Mels? What could we possibly do for him?”
“My sister.” Clyde chimes in. “She has many…connections.”
“Yeah, criminal connections if I recall.”
“Lilith is going straight.” Clyde insists. “Besides, she wouldn’t have to influence anything. Not illegally, at least.”
“Clyde is right.” Melinda states. “If you believe in Jacob’s talents and ability, then Lilith Sutter can just get him an honest shot in front of some really influential minds in the music business and let them make up their own mind about Jacob Reilly and his group.”
“Jacob can just earn a shot?”
“Exactly.” Melinda replies. “He can earn his shot and go from there on his own with little influence from us or Lilith.”
“Well I do believe in Jacob. I think he deserves a fair shake.” Fiona sighs and nods her head. “Alright, let’s do it.” She looks at Clyde. “Hook him up, big guy.”
The conversation settled into a quiet resolve as the three of them continued their slow walk through the cool Detroit air. What had started as a simple stroll through an unfamiliar city had quickly turned into a sharp reminder of how tightly bound their lives were to one another. Melinda’s sharp tactical mind, always looking three steps ahead, had effortlessly woven Fiona’s past into a broader strategy. Rather than allowing Jacob Reilly to linger as an unfinished chapter or a potential distraction, they had transformed him into an opportunity, leveraging Clyde’s family ties to give an old friend a legitimate, earned break in an unforgiving industry. For Fiona, the gesture offered a sense of closure that had eluded her for years. The shadow of Todd Osbourne was finally fading into the background, replaced by a growing confidence in who she had become. She wasn't the timid, polished model her former foster father had tried to force her to be; she was a core piece of The Vision, surrounded by allies who understood her worth and backed her up both inside and outside the squared circle. By agreeing to let Lilith Sutter open a door for Jacob, Fiona was able to honor a meaningful bond from her past without letting it derail her present.
Yet, as the massive structure of Ford Field began to loom larger over the downtown skyline, the ambient noise of the city fell away to the brutal reality waiting for them. The downtime, the quiet reflection, and the personal favors were coming to an end. In a matter of hours, the quiet streets of Detroit would give way to the deafening roar of the SCW faithful at Rise To Greatness. The stakes for the evening could not be higher. Melinda remained fiercely fixated on carving out her place in the Braddock family legacy, determined to prove her superiority over her lineage and reshape professional wrestling in her own image. With Clyde standing guard as their muscle and enforcer, and Fiona eager to unleash her pent-up aggression, the group was entirely aligned in their goal. Scarlett Carsons and Kirsten Scott were standing directly in the path of their ambition, and The Vision had no intention of leaving Detroit without declaring total dominance over the tag team division. As the late summer wind picked up off the river, carrying the faint scent of rain across the pavement, the trio turned their focus toward the arena. The time for talk was over. The Vision was ready to make a statement, eager to prove that no ghost from the past, no rival, and no divided opponent could stop their inevitable rise to the top.
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Vlog #73
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Greetings, my lovelies! Your Third Generation Goddess Melinda Braddock here alongside my co-host The Boston Badass herself Fiona Logan! We are The Vision and this is our Vlog. You should all feel privileged to get to hear us speak directly to you. Just like the unwashed, pathetic fools in Detroit, Michigan should feel privileged to be in our presence to watch us at Rise To Greatness.
You are so damned humble, Mels.
Thank you, Fiona. Yes, I am humble. But you know who isn’t? Kirsten Scott. She’s either a narcissist or just plain stupid. Perhaps it is a combination of the two? Because who else would stick their nose into other people’s business when it doesn’t involve them? And now look at her! She is double booked at Rise To Greatness. Facing The Vision in one match and then Dawn Lohan later? Good luck with that!
We are not gonna soften up Scott for ya, Dawnie. Fact is, ya might end up winning by forfeit after the beating we put on her. So you can thank us in advance. You’re welcome.
And that brings me to our first set of hashtags for the day!
#YoureWelcome
#NoneOfYourBusiness
#SpreadingYourselfThin
Face facts, Kirsten, you really are spreading yourself way too thin. You think you can take on the whole damn world and why? Because it’s “the right thing to do”? You have no idea about right and wrong. Hell, you have no idea what you are talking about. You just vomit words out of your mouth. And you damn sure know NOTHING about me.
I’m a bully? I’m entitled, riding off of my mother’s coattails? Wrong on every single count, bitch. I am simply trying to correct a mistake and that very mistake IS my mother. I am trying to repair the very corruption and ruin she has brought upon the Braddock name. That is what this Vision is about and we are already well on our way to accomplishing that goal.
Wrestling all over the world we have already accumulated six world tag team title victories. It is but merely a matter of time before we add SCW to our list of conquests. We are proving our superiority over my mother and anyone else who thinks like her.
So do not try to lump me with her ever again.
Wow, Mels, I never saw you get that angry before. I was actually on half-joking when I talked about ol’ Kirsty not making it to Dawnie. If you fight with that kinda aggression, we might actually make it come to pass. I like that attitude, Mels. Keep it up.
Awww, thanks Fiona!
Mels is right about one thing, Kirsty. You don’t know our story so don’t pretend as if you do. This thing at Rise To Greatness is just between us and Scarlet. It didn’t involve you. It didn’t need to involve you. But you wanted to play hero. You wanted to do the right thing. What you didn’t realize is that the right would have been staying out of our way. Because we’re not bullies, Kirsty. We just wanted to put an end to this crap we got going on with Carsons. And us and Scarlet coulda done that without you.
Yet here you are.
So you wanna fight? Good. I love a good fight. I love fighting more than I like wrestling so bring it, Kirsty, and I’ll punch your teeth down your throat just as quickly as I punch Scar’s teeth down her throat.
Now that brings us to the annoying little insect who started this whole drama. Scarlet Carsons.
The Vision will crush your little rose garden just as easily as we crush your dreams. This issue between you and The Vision has gone on for far too long and has kept us distracted from our true goal. We should be planning our dominance and eventual takeover of the tag team division and yet we are running around in circles with you. And why? Because you have a beef with my boyfriend?
I have no problem squashing that beef on his behalf. I have no problem crushing you at Rise To Greatness. You have been nothing but a nuisance and obstacle in our path. Fate has destined The Vision to rule the tag team division and you are delaying its grand plan. But when it comes to Fate that is all you can do; delay. You cannot stop Fate. You cannot fight Fate. It is futile.
At Rise To Greatness, The Vision ENDS this futility.
Oh please, Mels! Stop with the whole fate talk and let’s just keep it real.
Scar, you hate us, we hate you. That’s all it boils down to. You’re just an obstacle in our path, one way plan to eliminate by kicking your ass all over Ford Field. You couldn’t get any help, you had no backup, due to no one giving a damn about you or due to some unfortunate accidents. But then you got lucky. Kirsty came along to save your ass.
But she’s not your savior. She’s just going to share in the embarrassment and humiliation and the pain of the beating we give you in Detroit.
This has nothing to do with Fate or destiny. This is simply a fight. It is a fight that The Vision plan to win.
On that note, let’s close this Vlog with a second set of hashtags!
#LetsFight
#VisionWins
#ScarIsALoser
#OneIsALoser
#YourFateIsSealed
We’ve been going back and forth for far too long, Carsons. At Rise To Greatness…it ends. All of it ends. It ends because Fate is on the side of The Vision and you cannot stop us.
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August 6th, 2026
Detroit, Michigan
Off Camera
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The overcast sky hanging over downtown Detroit held the cool, heavy threat of late summer rain, drifting between tall concrete buildings and casting a subdued, steel-grey wash over the afternoon. Walking along the wide, cracked sidewalks, the trio fit right into the steady rhythm of the city as it began to stir for the evening. Steam rose lazily from street vents in thin white plumes, disappearing into the persistent breeze blowing off the nearby river. The hum of passing delivery trucks, distant sirens, and the metallic screech of a passing streetcar resonated off the glass and stone facades, punctuated by the occasional construction crew at work on a nearby block. Everywhere they looked, the city felt massive and industrial, defined by grand, weathered architecture standing right alongside crisp, newly renovated towers.
Melinda walked with a slow, deliberate pace, looking completely put together despite the gloomy weather. She wore a fitted, waist-length trench coat in a deep cream shade, left unbuttoned to reveal a simple black ribbed knit top tucked into high-waisted, dark tailored trousers. Her platinum blonde hair was styled in smooth, precise waves that fell just past her shoulders, untroubled by the damp breeze. She wore black leather ankle boots with a low, sturdy heel, her steps quiet against the concrete as she casually observed the passing sights with an air of relaxed poise. Walking beside her, Clyde took up a massive portion of the walkway, looking every bit the enforcer in the cool air. He had opted for a heavy, charcoal grey denim jacket over a fitted black crewneck shirt that stretched tight across his chest and arms. A pair of rugged, dark blue jeans rested over thick black work boots that hit the pavement with a heavy, rhythmic thud. His long black hair was gathered back into a loose knot at the base of his neck, keeping it out of his face, while his calm, dark eyes constantly scanned the surrounding streets, casually keeping watch over the two women.
Fiona walked a half step ahead, her posture sharp and restless, energy practically humming off her as the big event drew closer. She stayed true to her usual style, wearing a cropped charcoal vintage tee beneath a dark burgundy leather motorcycle jacket, left open and showing off subtle brass zipper hardware. Her dark denim jeans were faded at the knees and tucked into black combat boots with silver buckles, giving her a sharp, athletic edge. Her long black hair, with its bold streaks of crimson, blew freely in the river wind, pulling slightly across her face as she looked up at the towering buildings around them, clearly eager to trade the sightseeing for the ring.
The trio know that it won’t be long until they have to enter Ford Field and go to war with Scarlet Carsons and Kirsten Scott. They also recognize the importance of this night; not only do they need to put an end to their rivalry with Carsons but they need to make a statement in the process; a victory at Rise To Greatness, the premier event of SCW, will place them back into the tag team title picture. Melinda Braddock desperately wants to prove that SHE is the future of the Braddock Wrestling Legacy and that her mother is a fraud. Melinda also wants to shape professional wrestling into her own image. The young Third Generation Goddess has high goals and aspirations. Fiona, on the other hand? The Boston Badass just wants a good fight and she knows that she will get one at Rise To Greatness. Fiona is eager to step into the ring and start throwing hands.
“Ah, Detroit…” Melinda shakes her head in disgust “...it truly is as disgusting as I imagined.”
“I am used to this, my love.” Clyde remarks. “I grew up in Birmingham, remember?”
“Oh but Clyde, the squalor here makes Birmingham appear like a golden palace.” Braddock sighs. “Detroit doesn’t deserve to get to watch The Third Generation Goddess compete at Rise To Greatness.”
“I kinda agree with the big guy.” Fiona says with a grin on her face. “This place speaks to me! It speaks to who I really am and not the prissy model Todd wanted me to be. Besides, it can be here in Detroit, in your hometown of London, or in Siberia, as long as I get the chance to throw down and fight someone, I’m a happy bitch.”
“You were once a model?” Melinda chuckles. “You certainly do not talk or behave like one.”
“Like I said the other day to Jacob, the model persona is what Todd, my foster father, wanted for me. This right here?” She spins around. “This is the real Fiona!”
“You will certainly get your wish at Rise To Greatness.” Melinda nods her head. “We will be fighting Kirsten Scott and Scarlet Carsons and with the mood they are in, I doubt it will be a catch as catch can wrestling clinic.”
“Good.” Fiona smirks. “I wanna punch someone in the face.”
“Taking out Carsons and Scott is but merely a part of our grand plan, Fiona.” Melinda points out. Then she turns to look at Clyde. “Which reminds me, how is my adopted cousin Serena progressing with her training under your most wonderful tutelage?”
Sutter’s look remains stoic and serious. He nods his head.
“Serena is making some progress, yet her progress is slower than I had hoped.”
“Any progress is good.” Melinda states. “Especially considering the state she had been in. Under the influence of my pathetic aunt Julia she had become weak and absurd. You need to strengthen her, Clyde, even if it means using harsh means. Do you understand?”
“Of course, my beloved.” Clyde nods his head in agreement.
“And what about you, Fiona?” Melinda looks back at Fiona, who looks back in surprise. “What progress have you made?”
“What do you mean, Mels?” Fiona chuckles lightly. “I mean, we’re six time tag team champs. Currently we’re MWA World Tag Team Champions. Hey, I admit we haven’t had that same success in SCW yet, but I’d like to think I’ve held my own and carried my weight.”
“Oh you misunderstand me, my dear.” Melinda shakes her head. “I refer to your old friend Jacob.”
“Jacob?” Fiona furrows her brow. “What does he have to do with anything?”
“The last time we dealt with a ghost from your past…namely Todd Osbourne…it served as a distraction and set us back in our progress to take over SCW’s tag team division.”
“Oh is that all?” Fiona rolls her eyes. “Look, you got nothing to worry about, Mels. Don’t get your stockings all wadded up over this, ok? I already forgot about him.”
“Really?” Melinda looks on skeptically, yet Fiona nods her head.
“Yeah, I mean, I like Jacob but c’mon, he’s a lost cause. He loves music, he loves playing in the band, but his dream of making it in the music industry is unlikely to happen.”
“Your dream of becoming a professional wrestler came to be.” Melinda points out.
“Yeah but I was lucky.” Fiona states. “The modeling agency Todd had me hooked up with was the one ran by Kayla Jones, your mom’s first cousin and a former world champ in her own right. Kayla was the one who introduced to Glory who ultimately adopted me. The rest is history. I happened to know the right people at the right time, Mels. Jacob, unfortunately, has no one.”
“That is where you are wrong.” Melinda smirks. “Jacob does know the right people. He knows us.”
“Huh?” Fiona looks on in confusion. “What are you getting at, Mels? What could we possibly do for him?”
“My sister.” Clyde chimes in. “She has many…connections.”
“Yeah, criminal connections if I recall.”
“Lilith is going straight.” Clyde insists. “Besides, she wouldn’t have to influence anything. Not illegally, at least.”
“Clyde is right.” Melinda states. “If you believe in Jacob’s talents and ability, then Lilith Sutter can just get him an honest shot in front of some really influential minds in the music business and let them make up their own mind about Jacob Reilly and his group.”
“Jacob can just earn a shot?”
“Exactly.” Melinda replies. “He can earn his shot and go from there on his own with little influence from us or Lilith.”
“Well I do believe in Jacob. I think he deserves a fair shake.” Fiona sighs and nods her head. “Alright, let’s do it.” She looks at Clyde. “Hook him up, big guy.”
The conversation settled into a quiet resolve as the three of them continued their slow walk through the cool Detroit air. What had started as a simple stroll through an unfamiliar city had quickly turned into a sharp reminder of how tightly bound their lives were to one another. Melinda’s sharp tactical mind, always looking three steps ahead, had effortlessly woven Fiona’s past into a broader strategy. Rather than allowing Jacob Reilly to linger as an unfinished chapter or a potential distraction, they had transformed him into an opportunity, leveraging Clyde’s family ties to give an old friend a legitimate, earned break in an unforgiving industry. For Fiona, the gesture offered a sense of closure that had eluded her for years. The shadow of Todd Osbourne was finally fading into the background, replaced by a growing confidence in who she had become. She wasn't the timid, polished model her former foster father had tried to force her to be; she was a core piece of The Vision, surrounded by allies who understood her worth and backed her up both inside and outside the squared circle. By agreeing to let Lilith Sutter open a door for Jacob, Fiona was able to honor a meaningful bond from her past without letting it derail her present.
Yet, as the massive structure of Ford Field began to loom larger over the downtown skyline, the ambient noise of the city fell away to the brutal reality waiting for them. The downtime, the quiet reflection, and the personal favors were coming to an end. In a matter of hours, the quiet streets of Detroit would give way to the deafening roar of the SCW faithful at Rise To Greatness. The stakes for the evening could not be higher. Melinda remained fiercely fixated on carving out her place in the Braddock family legacy, determined to prove her superiority over her lineage and reshape professional wrestling in her own image. With Clyde standing guard as their muscle and enforcer, and Fiona eager to unleash her pent-up aggression, the group was entirely aligned in their goal. Scarlett Carsons and Kirsten Scott were standing directly in the path of their ambition, and The Vision had no intention of leaving Detroit without declaring total dominance over the tag team division. As the late summer wind picked up off the river, carrying the faint scent of rain across the pavement, the trio turned their focus toward the arena. The time for talk was over. The Vision was ready to make a statement, eager to prove that no ghost from the past, no rival, and no divided opponent could stop their inevitable rise to the top.
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Vlog #73
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Greetings, my lovelies! Your Third Generation Goddess Melinda Braddock here alongside my co-host The Boston Badass herself Fiona Logan! We are The Vision and this is our Vlog. You should all feel privileged to get to hear us speak directly to you. Just like the unwashed, pathetic fools in Detroit, Michigan should feel privileged to be in our presence to watch us at Rise To Greatness.
You are so damned humble, Mels.
Thank you, Fiona. Yes, I am humble. But you know who isn’t? Kirsten Scott. She’s either a narcissist or just plain stupid. Perhaps it is a combination of the two? Because who else would stick their nose into other people’s business when it doesn’t involve them? And now look at her! She is double booked at Rise To Greatness. Facing The Vision in one match and then Dawn Lohan later? Good luck with that!
We are not gonna soften up Scott for ya, Dawnie. Fact is, ya might end up winning by forfeit after the beating we put on her. So you can thank us in advance. You’re welcome.
And that brings me to our first set of hashtags for the day!
#YoureWelcome
#NoneOfYourBusiness
#SpreadingYourselfThin
Face facts, Kirsten, you really are spreading yourself way too thin. You think you can take on the whole damn world and why? Because it’s “the right thing to do”? You have no idea about right and wrong. Hell, you have no idea what you are talking about. You just vomit words out of your mouth. And you damn sure know NOTHING about me.
I’m a bully? I’m entitled, riding off of my mother’s coattails? Wrong on every single count, bitch. I am simply trying to correct a mistake and that very mistake IS my mother. I am trying to repair the very corruption and ruin she has brought upon the Braddock name. That is what this Vision is about and we are already well on our way to accomplishing that goal.
Wrestling all over the world we have already accumulated six world tag team title victories. It is but merely a matter of time before we add SCW to our list of conquests. We are proving our superiority over my mother and anyone else who thinks like her.
So do not try to lump me with her ever again.
Wow, Mels, I never saw you get that angry before. I was actually on half-joking when I talked about ol’ Kirsty not making it to Dawnie. If you fight with that kinda aggression, we might actually make it come to pass. I like that attitude, Mels. Keep it up.
Awww, thanks Fiona!
Mels is right about one thing, Kirsty. You don’t know our story so don’t pretend as if you do. This thing at Rise To Greatness is just between us and Scarlet. It didn’t involve you. It didn’t need to involve you. But you wanted to play hero. You wanted to do the right thing. What you didn’t realize is that the right would have been staying out of our way. Because we’re not bullies, Kirsty. We just wanted to put an end to this crap we got going on with Carsons. And us and Scarlet coulda done that without you.
Yet here you are.
So you wanna fight? Good. I love a good fight. I love fighting more than I like wrestling so bring it, Kirsty, and I’ll punch your teeth down your throat just as quickly as I punch Scar’s teeth down her throat.
Now that brings us to the annoying little insect who started this whole drama. Scarlet Carsons.
The Vision will crush your little rose garden just as easily as we crush your dreams. This issue between you and The Vision has gone on for far too long and has kept us distracted from our true goal. We should be planning our dominance and eventual takeover of the tag team division and yet we are running around in circles with you. And why? Because you have a beef with my boyfriend?
I have no problem squashing that beef on his behalf. I have no problem crushing you at Rise To Greatness. You have been nothing but a nuisance and obstacle in our path. Fate has destined The Vision to rule the tag team division and you are delaying its grand plan. But when it comes to Fate that is all you can do; delay. You cannot stop Fate. You cannot fight Fate. It is futile.
At Rise To Greatness, The Vision ENDS this futility.
Oh please, Mels! Stop with the whole fate talk and let’s just keep it real.
Scar, you hate us, we hate you. That’s all it boils down to. You’re just an obstacle in our path, one way plan to eliminate by kicking your ass all over Ford Field. You couldn’t get any help, you had no backup, due to no one giving a damn about you or due to some unfortunate accidents. But then you got lucky. Kirsty came along to save your ass.
But she’s not your savior. She’s just going to share in the embarrassment and humiliation and the pain of the beating we give you in Detroit.
This has nothing to do with Fate or destiny. This is simply a fight. It is a fight that The Vision plan to win.
On that note, let’s close this Vlog with a second set of hashtags!
#LetsFight
#VisionWins
#ScarIsALoser
#OneIsALoser
#YourFateIsSealed
We’ve been going back and forth for far too long, Carsons. At Rise To Greatness…it ends. All of it ends. It ends because Fate is on the side of The Vision and you cannot stop us.
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