08-07-2026, 04:00 PM
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August 3rd, 2026
Charlotte, NC
Off Camera
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The heavy glass doors swept open, welcoming “The British Bombshell” Glory Braddock into the vast, gleaming atrium of the corporate headquarters. She wore a deep navy blue blazer, unbuttoned, over a simple black fitted crewneck shirt, paired with dark, tailored trousers that broke cleanly over heavy leather boots. Her long blonde hair was pulled back into a slick, low ponytail, tight against her scalp, leaving the sharp, uncompromising angles of her face entirely exposed. The lobby was an expansive space framed by exposed white marble, floating steel staircases, and soaring glass walls. Usually, the main floor was a hive of controlled energy, filled with the steady hum of low conversations, the clatter of keyboards, and the purposeful movement of staff moving between floors. The moment Glory stepped across the threshold, a sudden, palpable hush fell over the room. The security guard behind the main desk, an older man who had worked the front desk since the early days under Matthew Alan, froze mid movement, his hand lingering over his logbook. His brow furrowed in genuine surprise, his dark eyes widening as he registered the sight of the company’s owner standing in the main lobby without a swarm of assistants or a scheduled arrival time on the master board. He swallowed hard, shifting uncomfortably behind the desk, completely unsure of whether to offer a standard greeting or simply stay silent.
Glory did not pause. She adjusted the dark leather strap of her purse resting over her shoulder and began her walk across the polished marble floor toward the central bank of glass elevators. As she moved, the reactions of the surrounding staff rippled through the open atrium like a cold draft. A pair of junior executives standing near the espresso bar stopped their conversation instantly, their coffee cups hovering halfway to their lips. One of them, a young woman in a sharp gray suit, blinked in sheer confusion, her eyes darting quickly toward the side corridors as if looking for Catalina De Luca or a corporate handler to explain why Glory was here unannounced. The other, a young man who had joined the marketing division only months prior, looked visibly nervous, his posture stiffening as he instinctively took a small step backward, clutching his leather binder tightly against his chest. The shift in the room was subtle yet profound. These were the people who had grown accustomed to Glory being a ghost in her own building, a legendary name spoken in boardrooms and seen on promotional banners, but rarely a physical presence walking the halls. For months, Catalina had served as the buffer, the enforcer, and the sole face of executive decision making. Glory’s sudden, solitary appearance was an unexpected disruption to the rigid, quiet hierarchy that Catalina had established.
Two mid level accountants coming off the open mezzanine staircase slowed their pace, watching her from above with guarded, wide eyed curiosity. Whispers began to rustle along the edges of the room, faint and hurried, passed beneath breath between cubicles and glass walled conference rooms. The employees looked at her not with the familiar warmth of a leader who regularly walked among them, but with the cautious, uncertain tension reserved for an unpredictable force. They were confused by her unannounced visit, nervous about what her presence signaled, and deeply uncertain of where the real power in the building actually rested.
“Well hello everyone.” Glory says, her voice bright and warm. “Everyone doing well?”
“Uh, yeah, great Ms. Braddock.”
“Fi…fine. Just great.”
“Yea…yeah. Just…just fine.”
The British Bombshell can tell based on their stuttering that they are not fine or great. This was unexpected. She caught them off guard, which is what she had planned. And if she caught them off guard, then she likely caught Catalina off guard. Glory Braddock smiles knowingly as she approaches a secretary’s desk. The secretary, a young woman with brown hair, looks up at Braddock; she, like the others, seem surprised and nervous.
“Hello, Mary.”
“Uh, hi, Ms. Braddock.”
“Glory.” Braddock says. “Call me Glory.”
“Right, Glory.” Mary says, correcting herself. “What can I do for you?”
“Is Cat in her office?”
“Ms. De Luca?”
“Yes, her. Is she in?”
“Yes, but…”
“Great.”
Mary started to raise a hand, her lips parting as if to offer a warning or check an official schedule, but Glory didn't wait to hear the rest of the sentence. With a smooth, dismissive nod, she bypassed the desk entirely, her heavy leather boots clicking with rhythmic, uncompromising authority against the polished floor. The surrounding staff watched in stunned silence as the company’s owner glided past the administrative checkpoint, carving a path through the top-floor corridor toward the corner office at the end of the hall.
The frosted glass doors of Catalina’s executive suite stood closed, a symbol of the quiet, insulated power De Luca had cultivated over the past few months. Glory didn't bother to knock. Reaching out with a firm grip, she pushed the heavy double doors open, letting them swing wide without hesitation. The sudden movement broke the muted hush of the room, instantly commanding the space before she even stepped across the threshold.
Inside, the grand corner office was immaculate, flooded with bright North Carolina sunlight from the floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the Charlotte skyline. Catalina sat behind an expansive, clutter-free glass desk, looking every bit the poised executive in a tailored cream suit. At the unexpected intrusion, De Luca’s dark eyes flashed with a brief, sharp flicker of surprise before her practiced corporate mask smoothly slipped back into place. She slowly set down her gold pen, leaning back in her leather armchair as Glory stepped inside, letting the heavy doors settle quietly behind her.
“Glory?!”
“That’s my name, Cat.” She smirks as she walks over and sits down on Cat’s desk. “Don’t wear it out.”
“Well, I…” Cat is shocked, speechless, to see her friend turned employer sitting here in her office “...uh, yeah, it’s great to see you, Glory. But you could have called or let me know you were coming.”
“Do I need to do that kind of thing from now on?” Glory asks curiously. “I mean, this is MY company still. I didn’t think I had to get permission from anyone to visit my own company.”
“Yes, well…”
“Speaking of permissions, from what I have heard through the grapevine, just about every single person out there has to run everything by you now.”
“It’s a structured communications setup, that’s all.” Cat explains nervously. “Every major decision goes through me first, it keeps messaging unified and prevents confusion.”
“But does it keep MY vision from going forward?” Glory asks. “Back in London I happened to stumble upon some contractors who were trying to paint and remodel my dad’s wrestling school.” She snickers. “And lo and behold I found out YOU authorized that.”
“Right…” Cat sighs and nods her head “...I admit, I did authorize a renovation of the Braddock Wrestling School, but…”
“No!” Glory snaps back. “That building has a particular feel and character to it, a character my dad built. He would never have wanted it remodeled as drastically as you planned, Cat.”
“Would you shut up and listen to me for a second?!” Cat exclaims. “The renovation wasn’t my idea.”
“Huh?” Glory looks confused. Cat shakes her head.
“Someone brought it to my attention that it might need an upgrade and a remodeling and presented some ideas. I gave it the green light but that’s it. And I signed off on it only because I thought you might like it.” She sighs. “I’m sorry.”
“Ok, fine, I can excuse the crap at the Braddock Wrestling School.” Glory snaps back. “But you still have been overstepping your bounds.”
“Have I?” Cat asks. “I recall you telling me how the corporate life overwhelms you and, at worse, corrupts you. You wanted someone to take on the corporate life in your stead and maintain your vision for the company so that you can focus on your true passion: professional wrestling. That is ALL I have been doing. Now apparently I have been making a few mistakes and have not been getting your vision exactly right…”
“You ran off the Alan Family loyalists. You agreed to have my dad’s wrestling school remodeled.” Glory shakes her head. “Definitely NOT my vision.”
“I know and I apologize, I know I need to learn your vision so that I can better execute it. But face it, Glory, you were right. You WERE overwhelmed.”
“I wasn’t overwhelmed, was involved.” Glory insists.
“You were drowning.” Cat states. “You hired me because you didn’t trust yourself with power.” Glory flinches and Cat sees it. “I removed the temptation, Glory. I removed the chaos and I removed the threats. Your company is cleaner and more efficient than it has ever been.”
“But at what cost?” Glory asks. “I am just a figurehead, Cat! An employee recently quit and I found out much later. They told YOU first!” She sighs. “I admit, I am nervous about what this place does to me. I do fear that it could corrupt me. And I admit I hated the backstage politics.”
“And that’s what I am protecting you from.” Cat insists.
“But the friendships and true bonds I created with my employees…” Glory’s voice trails off “...I enjoyed that. And I miss that. And I’m also no longer a leader.”
“But you don’t get your hands dirty anymore.” Cat points out. “Seriously, Glory, you are my friend, I would do anything for you. But you need to make up your mind here; do you want me to do this job for you? Do you want me to handle the company for you or do you want to take back over and micromanage it again?”
The silence stretched thin between them, heavy with the weight of an ultimatum that had been building since London. Catalina sat back in her plush chair, her expression cool, guarded, and entirely reasonable on the surface. Yet, beneath that polished exterior lay a clear, unspoken challenge: step into the mud and risk becoming everything you feared, or hand over the keys and stay clean. Glory looked down at the smooth glass surface of the desk beneath her hands, then slowly slid her feet back onto the carpet. She stood at her full height, the unbuttoned navy blazer framing her broad, powerful frame as she straightened her spine. In that brief, deliberate pause, the remaining doubts that had followed her from Miami vanished. The fear of being corrupted by power had kept her trapped on the sidelines, allowing Catalina to turn her sanctuary into a cold, transactional machine. But hiding from power was not the same as mastering it.
She walked slowly toward the floor-to-ceiling windows, looking out over the Charlotte skyline before turning back to face her Chief of Staff. Her dark eyes, usually locked in intense focus when studying tape or stepping into the ring, held a calm, terrifying clarity. She did not raise her voice, nor did she lean into the dramatic, volatile anger that Catalina was likely expecting. Instead, a cold, unwavering resolve settled over her features; the same absolute stillness she carried right before a bell rang. Catalina’s confident posture flickered for just a fraction of a second. She had expected Glory to hesitate, to retreat into the comfortable safety of being just an athlete, or to react with reckless emotion. She had built a maze of corporate red tape designed to make herself indispensable, convinced that Glory lacked the stomach for the throne. But standing there in the pale office light, Glory looked less like a hesitant owner trying to avoid politics and more like a champion reclaiming what was hers by right.
Without offering a single word of rebuttal or validation to Cat’s ultimatum, Glory simply adjusted her blazer and turned toward the heavy frosted doors. The conversation was over, not because an agreement had been reached, but because the dynamic had fundamentally shifted. Glory didn't need to answer the question, because her very presence in the building had already answered it. She pushed the doors open and stepped back into the corridor, her heavy boots striking the floor with absolute, measured authority. The uncertain, nervous eyes of the staff met hers yet again but this time, Glory didn't smile or offer easy reassurances. She carried herself like the owner of the building, ready to face whatever political fires lay ahead. The British Bombshell was no longer asking for permission to lead her own company, and Catalina De Luca was about to learn exactly what happened when Glory Braddock decided to take the wheel.
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August 7th, 2026
Detroit, Michigan
On Camera
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The camera rolls and we are met with the lovely image of “The British Bombshell” Glory Braddock with her long blonde hair styled in loose waves standing outdoors on a concrete paved area in Detroit, Michigan. She is dressed in a sleek, monochromatic black outfit consisting of a tailored, double-breasted black blazer worn open over a low-cut black top, paired with matching black slim-fit trousers. She completes the look with black leather pointed-toe ankle boots featuring prominent silver buckle details, a delicate gold necklace, subtle rings, and a small black leather handbag tucked under her right arm.
Directly behind The British Bombshell stands the prominent facade of Ford Field, recognizable by its large glass windows and red brick construction with blue branding. In the background, modern city skyscrapers rise into a clear sky, and several parked and moving vehicles, including cars and SUVs, are visible across the open roadway.
“What do you want? And what lengths are you willing to go in order to get there?” Glory Braddock asks out loud to no one in particular. The British Bombshell then briefly casts a quick glance at Ford Field and then back at the camera. “Behind me is Ford Field. Home of the Detroit Lions and, let’s face it, up until recently the Lions have only had very painful very bad memories here. No championships. The closest thing to a happy ending they could hope for was playing spoiler to one of their NFC North rivals. But despite the tremendous amount of setbacks and difficulties facing them, they never took their eyes off the prize. They never lost focus and, more importantly, they never quit believing that one day they could win a championship. Now? Now in recent seasons they have been quite a formidable force. They came oh so close to having that magic cinderella season and making a Super Bowl.” She points a finger at herself.
“I know damn well what I want; competition. I want to compete against the very best talent in professional wrestling today. That’s why I compete for Supreme Championship Wrestling and that is why my journey has brought me to Rise To Greatness. I have a lot of memories at this particular event. Some good, some not so good. Last year I beat Ryan Lecavalier. The year before, myself and Brittany Lohan came up short in our bid to win the SCW World Tag Team Title. I won my first of two Adrenaline Championships at this event. I was in the main event of my very first Rise To Greatness challenging for the SCW World Championship. Yes, this event challenges me like no other, but that’s the whole point of professional wrestling; it is all about being tested and being challenged. It is about the best wrestlers getting into the ring and going head to head to see who is the best in the world. And now I find myself here in Detroit, Michigan, Ford Field, ready to compete at another Rise To Greatness against someone who I can honestly say is one of the best wrestlers on the SCW roster; one of the best United States Champions in recent memory and obviously one of the best tag team champions in recent memory; La Pequina Luz. Someone I respect. She may think I’m full of it, she may want to smash my head open with a rock, so why do I even bother with the whole respect thing if no one believes me?” Glory shrugs her shoulders. “It’s like I’m talking to a wall at times. But I do respect you whether you believe me or not.”
“The competition is just one thing I want, because testing myself against someone like you with your talent and ability is what I crave. It is my passion. That’s what keeps me coming back for more. That spirit of competition is why I continue to wrestle week after week, month after month, year after year.” She holds up one finger. “But there is one other thing I want, something that I am willing to go to great lengths to get. It is something that I have tasted once before and I have never lost hope, never lost my focus, and I never once kept my eyes off that prize…the SCW World Championship. I have my ups and my downs, my victories and my defeats just like every other competitor here in this company, but the determination to become SCW World Champion again is what keeps me going. My ability to stay focused on what really matters and keep my eyes on that prize is why, on that long road to earning a title shot, I end up with more wins than I do losses. So believe me, Luz, when I say that I am coming into our match with a clear mind, focused, and determined on doing everything within my power to outwrestle you and defeat you clean in the center of the ring in Ford Field at Rise To Greatness, taking one more giant step closer towards EARNING a shot at the SCW World Title.” Braddock pauses and then points a finger at the camera.
“But what about you, Luz? What do you want and what lengths are you willing to go in order to get there?” A look of mischief forms on Glory’s face. “Do you really want to be champion, Luz? Or are you more concerned about AMELIA NEVADO’s dreams aspirations? I mean, it is pretty damn clear what SHE wants and what SHE is willing to do in order to get there. She may have won that title on her own, I will grant that and give credit where its due, but she sold out to a tyrant in order remain champion and to become the face of the company. She sold out to Frank Delatosso in order to earn his protection.” Glory shakes her head. “I would like to think that you’re not that kind of person, that you still believe in competition. If you do then I know for a fact you and I will steal the show at Ford Field, because whether we like each other or not, whether there’s respect there or if we want to tear each other’s lungs out, no one can deny that we are kindred spirits when it comes to competition and professional wrestling. So if you think I bring up Amelia and her sins simply to accuse you falsely then get that thought out of your head. That isn’t my concern regarding you.” She shakes her head.
“I am not confident that your head is in the right place. I do not think that you are currently focused. Your eyes are not on the prize, Luz. You WERE the SCW United States Champion. Then look at all of the troubles that started creeping in…Amelia’s World Title reign and association with the CEO…The Glimmer Sisters and their ridiculous antics…a tag team title match against Selena and Deanna…you have had all of this going on all around you, serving as a distraction, making you lose focus on the person standing in your path at Rise To Greatness, the person ready to pull the trigger and put an end to whatever goals you might have had.” She nods her head. “That’s right, Luz, when the time comes and that bell rings, and we go face to face at Rise To Greatness, I will not hesitate to pull the trigger because unlike you my mind is focused. My eyes are on the prize. I know exactly what I want at Rise To Greatness.”
“I want to win. I want to defeat you, not just as a stepping stone to bigger and better things, but because you are a great wrestler, you are a great competitor, and beating you MEANS something.” She nods her head. “And yes, beating you is a feather in my cap and gets me closer to an opportunity at the SCW World Championship. That’s MY goal and I am aiming for Apocalypse. You just happen to be in my way and if you are not focused, if you are still distracted when the bell rings, then you will get pinned or you will tap out. Simple as that. Just ask Amelia, even at her BEST she has not been able to beat me.” She winks. “So if you’re NOT at your best, you WILL FAIL just like she has.” She shuts her eyes.
“Sic Semper Tyrannis.”
August 3rd, 2026
Charlotte, NC
Off Camera
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The heavy glass doors swept open, welcoming “The British Bombshell” Glory Braddock into the vast, gleaming atrium of the corporate headquarters. She wore a deep navy blue blazer, unbuttoned, over a simple black fitted crewneck shirt, paired with dark, tailored trousers that broke cleanly over heavy leather boots. Her long blonde hair was pulled back into a slick, low ponytail, tight against her scalp, leaving the sharp, uncompromising angles of her face entirely exposed. The lobby was an expansive space framed by exposed white marble, floating steel staircases, and soaring glass walls. Usually, the main floor was a hive of controlled energy, filled with the steady hum of low conversations, the clatter of keyboards, and the purposeful movement of staff moving between floors. The moment Glory stepped across the threshold, a sudden, palpable hush fell over the room. The security guard behind the main desk, an older man who had worked the front desk since the early days under Matthew Alan, froze mid movement, his hand lingering over his logbook. His brow furrowed in genuine surprise, his dark eyes widening as he registered the sight of the company’s owner standing in the main lobby without a swarm of assistants or a scheduled arrival time on the master board. He swallowed hard, shifting uncomfortably behind the desk, completely unsure of whether to offer a standard greeting or simply stay silent.
Glory did not pause. She adjusted the dark leather strap of her purse resting over her shoulder and began her walk across the polished marble floor toward the central bank of glass elevators. As she moved, the reactions of the surrounding staff rippled through the open atrium like a cold draft. A pair of junior executives standing near the espresso bar stopped their conversation instantly, their coffee cups hovering halfway to their lips. One of them, a young woman in a sharp gray suit, blinked in sheer confusion, her eyes darting quickly toward the side corridors as if looking for Catalina De Luca or a corporate handler to explain why Glory was here unannounced. The other, a young man who had joined the marketing division only months prior, looked visibly nervous, his posture stiffening as he instinctively took a small step backward, clutching his leather binder tightly against his chest. The shift in the room was subtle yet profound. These were the people who had grown accustomed to Glory being a ghost in her own building, a legendary name spoken in boardrooms and seen on promotional banners, but rarely a physical presence walking the halls. For months, Catalina had served as the buffer, the enforcer, and the sole face of executive decision making. Glory’s sudden, solitary appearance was an unexpected disruption to the rigid, quiet hierarchy that Catalina had established.
Two mid level accountants coming off the open mezzanine staircase slowed their pace, watching her from above with guarded, wide eyed curiosity. Whispers began to rustle along the edges of the room, faint and hurried, passed beneath breath between cubicles and glass walled conference rooms. The employees looked at her not with the familiar warmth of a leader who regularly walked among them, but with the cautious, uncertain tension reserved for an unpredictable force. They were confused by her unannounced visit, nervous about what her presence signaled, and deeply uncertain of where the real power in the building actually rested.
“Well hello everyone.” Glory says, her voice bright and warm. “Everyone doing well?”
“Uh, yeah, great Ms. Braddock.”
“Fi…fine. Just great.”
“Yea…yeah. Just…just fine.”
The British Bombshell can tell based on their stuttering that they are not fine or great. This was unexpected. She caught them off guard, which is what she had planned. And if she caught them off guard, then she likely caught Catalina off guard. Glory Braddock smiles knowingly as she approaches a secretary’s desk. The secretary, a young woman with brown hair, looks up at Braddock; she, like the others, seem surprised and nervous.
“Hello, Mary.”
“Uh, hi, Ms. Braddock.”
“Glory.” Braddock says. “Call me Glory.”
“Right, Glory.” Mary says, correcting herself. “What can I do for you?”
“Is Cat in her office?”
“Ms. De Luca?”
“Yes, her. Is she in?”
“Yes, but…”
“Great.”
Mary started to raise a hand, her lips parting as if to offer a warning or check an official schedule, but Glory didn't wait to hear the rest of the sentence. With a smooth, dismissive nod, she bypassed the desk entirely, her heavy leather boots clicking with rhythmic, uncompromising authority against the polished floor. The surrounding staff watched in stunned silence as the company’s owner glided past the administrative checkpoint, carving a path through the top-floor corridor toward the corner office at the end of the hall.
The frosted glass doors of Catalina’s executive suite stood closed, a symbol of the quiet, insulated power De Luca had cultivated over the past few months. Glory didn't bother to knock. Reaching out with a firm grip, she pushed the heavy double doors open, letting them swing wide without hesitation. The sudden movement broke the muted hush of the room, instantly commanding the space before she even stepped across the threshold.
Inside, the grand corner office was immaculate, flooded with bright North Carolina sunlight from the floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the Charlotte skyline. Catalina sat behind an expansive, clutter-free glass desk, looking every bit the poised executive in a tailored cream suit. At the unexpected intrusion, De Luca’s dark eyes flashed with a brief, sharp flicker of surprise before her practiced corporate mask smoothly slipped back into place. She slowly set down her gold pen, leaning back in her leather armchair as Glory stepped inside, letting the heavy doors settle quietly behind her.
“Glory?!”
“That’s my name, Cat.” She smirks as she walks over and sits down on Cat’s desk. “Don’t wear it out.”
“Well, I…” Cat is shocked, speechless, to see her friend turned employer sitting here in her office “...uh, yeah, it’s great to see you, Glory. But you could have called or let me know you were coming.”
“Do I need to do that kind of thing from now on?” Glory asks curiously. “I mean, this is MY company still. I didn’t think I had to get permission from anyone to visit my own company.”
“Yes, well…”
“Speaking of permissions, from what I have heard through the grapevine, just about every single person out there has to run everything by you now.”
“It’s a structured communications setup, that’s all.” Cat explains nervously. “Every major decision goes through me first, it keeps messaging unified and prevents confusion.”
“But does it keep MY vision from going forward?” Glory asks. “Back in London I happened to stumble upon some contractors who were trying to paint and remodel my dad’s wrestling school.” She snickers. “And lo and behold I found out YOU authorized that.”
“Right…” Cat sighs and nods her head “...I admit, I did authorize a renovation of the Braddock Wrestling School, but…”
“No!” Glory snaps back. “That building has a particular feel and character to it, a character my dad built. He would never have wanted it remodeled as drastically as you planned, Cat.”
“Would you shut up and listen to me for a second?!” Cat exclaims. “The renovation wasn’t my idea.”
“Huh?” Glory looks confused. Cat shakes her head.
“Someone brought it to my attention that it might need an upgrade and a remodeling and presented some ideas. I gave it the green light but that’s it. And I signed off on it only because I thought you might like it.” She sighs. “I’m sorry.”
“Ok, fine, I can excuse the crap at the Braddock Wrestling School.” Glory snaps back. “But you still have been overstepping your bounds.”
“Have I?” Cat asks. “I recall you telling me how the corporate life overwhelms you and, at worse, corrupts you. You wanted someone to take on the corporate life in your stead and maintain your vision for the company so that you can focus on your true passion: professional wrestling. That is ALL I have been doing. Now apparently I have been making a few mistakes and have not been getting your vision exactly right…”
“You ran off the Alan Family loyalists. You agreed to have my dad’s wrestling school remodeled.” Glory shakes her head. “Definitely NOT my vision.”
“I know and I apologize, I know I need to learn your vision so that I can better execute it. But face it, Glory, you were right. You WERE overwhelmed.”
“I wasn’t overwhelmed, was involved.” Glory insists.
“You were drowning.” Cat states. “You hired me because you didn’t trust yourself with power.” Glory flinches and Cat sees it. “I removed the temptation, Glory. I removed the chaos and I removed the threats. Your company is cleaner and more efficient than it has ever been.”
“But at what cost?” Glory asks. “I am just a figurehead, Cat! An employee recently quit and I found out much later. They told YOU first!” She sighs. “I admit, I am nervous about what this place does to me. I do fear that it could corrupt me. And I admit I hated the backstage politics.”
“And that’s what I am protecting you from.” Cat insists.
“But the friendships and true bonds I created with my employees…” Glory’s voice trails off “...I enjoyed that. And I miss that. And I’m also no longer a leader.”
“But you don’t get your hands dirty anymore.” Cat points out. “Seriously, Glory, you are my friend, I would do anything for you. But you need to make up your mind here; do you want me to do this job for you? Do you want me to handle the company for you or do you want to take back over and micromanage it again?”
The silence stretched thin between them, heavy with the weight of an ultimatum that had been building since London. Catalina sat back in her plush chair, her expression cool, guarded, and entirely reasonable on the surface. Yet, beneath that polished exterior lay a clear, unspoken challenge: step into the mud and risk becoming everything you feared, or hand over the keys and stay clean. Glory looked down at the smooth glass surface of the desk beneath her hands, then slowly slid her feet back onto the carpet. She stood at her full height, the unbuttoned navy blazer framing her broad, powerful frame as she straightened her spine. In that brief, deliberate pause, the remaining doubts that had followed her from Miami vanished. The fear of being corrupted by power had kept her trapped on the sidelines, allowing Catalina to turn her sanctuary into a cold, transactional machine. But hiding from power was not the same as mastering it.
She walked slowly toward the floor-to-ceiling windows, looking out over the Charlotte skyline before turning back to face her Chief of Staff. Her dark eyes, usually locked in intense focus when studying tape or stepping into the ring, held a calm, terrifying clarity. She did not raise her voice, nor did she lean into the dramatic, volatile anger that Catalina was likely expecting. Instead, a cold, unwavering resolve settled over her features; the same absolute stillness she carried right before a bell rang. Catalina’s confident posture flickered for just a fraction of a second. She had expected Glory to hesitate, to retreat into the comfortable safety of being just an athlete, or to react with reckless emotion. She had built a maze of corporate red tape designed to make herself indispensable, convinced that Glory lacked the stomach for the throne. But standing there in the pale office light, Glory looked less like a hesitant owner trying to avoid politics and more like a champion reclaiming what was hers by right.
Without offering a single word of rebuttal or validation to Cat’s ultimatum, Glory simply adjusted her blazer and turned toward the heavy frosted doors. The conversation was over, not because an agreement had been reached, but because the dynamic had fundamentally shifted. Glory didn't need to answer the question, because her very presence in the building had already answered it. She pushed the doors open and stepped back into the corridor, her heavy boots striking the floor with absolute, measured authority. The uncertain, nervous eyes of the staff met hers yet again but this time, Glory didn't smile or offer easy reassurances. She carried herself like the owner of the building, ready to face whatever political fires lay ahead. The British Bombshell was no longer asking for permission to lead her own company, and Catalina De Luca was about to learn exactly what happened when Glory Braddock decided to take the wheel.
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August 7th, 2026
Detroit, Michigan
On Camera
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The camera rolls and we are met with the lovely image of “The British Bombshell” Glory Braddock with her long blonde hair styled in loose waves standing outdoors on a concrete paved area in Detroit, Michigan. She is dressed in a sleek, monochromatic black outfit consisting of a tailored, double-breasted black blazer worn open over a low-cut black top, paired with matching black slim-fit trousers. She completes the look with black leather pointed-toe ankle boots featuring prominent silver buckle details, a delicate gold necklace, subtle rings, and a small black leather handbag tucked under her right arm.
Directly behind The British Bombshell stands the prominent facade of Ford Field, recognizable by its large glass windows and red brick construction with blue branding. In the background, modern city skyscrapers rise into a clear sky, and several parked and moving vehicles, including cars and SUVs, are visible across the open roadway.
“What do you want? And what lengths are you willing to go in order to get there?” Glory Braddock asks out loud to no one in particular. The British Bombshell then briefly casts a quick glance at Ford Field and then back at the camera. “Behind me is Ford Field. Home of the Detroit Lions and, let’s face it, up until recently the Lions have only had very painful very bad memories here. No championships. The closest thing to a happy ending they could hope for was playing spoiler to one of their NFC North rivals. But despite the tremendous amount of setbacks and difficulties facing them, they never took their eyes off the prize. They never lost focus and, more importantly, they never quit believing that one day they could win a championship. Now? Now in recent seasons they have been quite a formidable force. They came oh so close to having that magic cinderella season and making a Super Bowl.” She points a finger at herself.
“I know damn well what I want; competition. I want to compete against the very best talent in professional wrestling today. That’s why I compete for Supreme Championship Wrestling and that is why my journey has brought me to Rise To Greatness. I have a lot of memories at this particular event. Some good, some not so good. Last year I beat Ryan Lecavalier. The year before, myself and Brittany Lohan came up short in our bid to win the SCW World Tag Team Title. I won my first of two Adrenaline Championships at this event. I was in the main event of my very first Rise To Greatness challenging for the SCW World Championship. Yes, this event challenges me like no other, but that’s the whole point of professional wrestling; it is all about being tested and being challenged. It is about the best wrestlers getting into the ring and going head to head to see who is the best in the world. And now I find myself here in Detroit, Michigan, Ford Field, ready to compete at another Rise To Greatness against someone who I can honestly say is one of the best wrestlers on the SCW roster; one of the best United States Champions in recent memory and obviously one of the best tag team champions in recent memory; La Pequina Luz. Someone I respect. She may think I’m full of it, she may want to smash my head open with a rock, so why do I even bother with the whole respect thing if no one believes me?” Glory shrugs her shoulders. “It’s like I’m talking to a wall at times. But I do respect you whether you believe me or not.”
“The competition is just one thing I want, because testing myself against someone like you with your talent and ability is what I crave. It is my passion. That’s what keeps me coming back for more. That spirit of competition is why I continue to wrestle week after week, month after month, year after year.” She holds up one finger. “But there is one other thing I want, something that I am willing to go to great lengths to get. It is something that I have tasted once before and I have never lost hope, never lost my focus, and I never once kept my eyes off that prize…the SCW World Championship. I have my ups and my downs, my victories and my defeats just like every other competitor here in this company, but the determination to become SCW World Champion again is what keeps me going. My ability to stay focused on what really matters and keep my eyes on that prize is why, on that long road to earning a title shot, I end up with more wins than I do losses. So believe me, Luz, when I say that I am coming into our match with a clear mind, focused, and determined on doing everything within my power to outwrestle you and defeat you clean in the center of the ring in Ford Field at Rise To Greatness, taking one more giant step closer towards EARNING a shot at the SCW World Title.” Braddock pauses and then points a finger at the camera.
“But what about you, Luz? What do you want and what lengths are you willing to go in order to get there?” A look of mischief forms on Glory’s face. “Do you really want to be champion, Luz? Or are you more concerned about AMELIA NEVADO’s dreams aspirations? I mean, it is pretty damn clear what SHE wants and what SHE is willing to do in order to get there. She may have won that title on her own, I will grant that and give credit where its due, but she sold out to a tyrant in order remain champion and to become the face of the company. She sold out to Frank Delatosso in order to earn his protection.” Glory shakes her head. “I would like to think that you’re not that kind of person, that you still believe in competition. If you do then I know for a fact you and I will steal the show at Ford Field, because whether we like each other or not, whether there’s respect there or if we want to tear each other’s lungs out, no one can deny that we are kindred spirits when it comes to competition and professional wrestling. So if you think I bring up Amelia and her sins simply to accuse you falsely then get that thought out of your head. That isn’t my concern regarding you.” She shakes her head.
“I am not confident that your head is in the right place. I do not think that you are currently focused. Your eyes are not on the prize, Luz. You WERE the SCW United States Champion. Then look at all of the troubles that started creeping in…Amelia’s World Title reign and association with the CEO…The Glimmer Sisters and their ridiculous antics…a tag team title match against Selena and Deanna…you have had all of this going on all around you, serving as a distraction, making you lose focus on the person standing in your path at Rise To Greatness, the person ready to pull the trigger and put an end to whatever goals you might have had.” She nods her head. “That’s right, Luz, when the time comes and that bell rings, and we go face to face at Rise To Greatness, I will not hesitate to pull the trigger because unlike you my mind is focused. My eyes are on the prize. I know exactly what I want at Rise To Greatness.”
“I want to win. I want to defeat you, not just as a stepping stone to bigger and better things, but because you are a great wrestler, you are a great competitor, and beating you MEANS something.” She nods her head. “And yes, beating you is a feather in my cap and gets me closer to an opportunity at the SCW World Championship. That’s MY goal and I am aiming for Apocalypse. You just happen to be in my way and if you are not focused, if you are still distracted when the bell rings, then you will get pinned or you will tap out. Simple as that. Just ask Amelia, even at her BEST she has not been able to beat me.” She winks. “So if you’re NOT at your best, you WILL FAIL just like she has.” She shuts her eyes.
“Sic Semper Tyrannis.”
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SCW World Champion 1x
SCW United States Champion 1x
SCW Adrenaline Champion 1x
SCW Television Champion 1x
SCW Underground 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 Underground 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)