09-08-2021, 08:02 AM
OOC: 2 of 2
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August 31st, 2021
Miami, Florida
Off Camera
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It is late in the evening of Tuesday the thirty-first of August in Miami, Florida. The night now rules over the day but the lights still shine on in the Braddock household. “The British Bombshell” Glory Braddock finds herself sitting in the kitchen drinking a glass of red wine, still thinking of where she goes from here.
A few days ago when she was preparing for an interview with Forbes Magazine, her husband Kurt Logan had cautioned her that she was trying to return to a normal schedule too quickly, that perhaps she needed more time off or maybe she needed to see a therapist to help her overcome the shock of the shooting death of Archie Van Stanton and shooting injury of her daughter Melinda Braddock in late July. Braddock has been insistent that the best treatment she can have is to return to a normal day-to-day routine. She is hopeful that a normal routine will be the best for her psyche. Admittedly her professional wrestling career has not picked up much steam; she lost at Rise To Greatness and then lost again on Breakdown to Xander Valentine. But she is certain that taking any sort of break is a bad idea. It will show too much vulnerability and weakness. And despite what Kurt may say, she doesn't want to resume therapy. She does not want to go back to seeing a psychiatrist. She wants to put that dark part of her life behind her.
Since seeing a therapist is out of the question, the best way she knows how to deal with the loss and the grief is to keep busy. So she has already thrown down the gauntlet, demanding a match on the next Breakdown. The British Bombshell received a quick answer from none other than Jackals member Konrad Raab. Braddock hasn’t had much encounters with the group calling themselves The Jackals but from observing their tactics and their actions, she knows to expect absolutely anything when she faces Konrad on Breakdown. Will it remain one on one or will she need to keep eyes in the back of her head? Either way, The British Bombshell cannot wait to get back into the ring and keep busy.
“You are Melinda are so much alike.” It is the voice of her husband, Kurt Logan. But Glory was not expecting it and it startles her. She turns and spots Kurt walking into the kitchen from a side door. “Did I scare you?”
“No, you just startled me a little. That’s all.”
“You should come to bed. Melinda too.”
“What is she still doing up?”
“She told me she was studying. But when I looked at what she was studying it turned out to be one of your matches.”
Braddock rolls her eyes. “I see. Yes, she is a lot like me. She spends all day and night studying other wrestlers, doing her homework, trying to hone her skills. She can’t slow down.”
“And I do recall that a dashingly handsome devil told you that you needed to slow down.” Kurt says with a knowing grin on her face. Glory Braddock kisses him on the cheek.
“I know. But going full speed ahead is what I’m used to; I just can’t do anything else. And it helps me cope, you know?”
“I understand.” Kurt says, nodding his head. “It helps you forget about what happened.”
“Exactly.”
“It isn’t always a healthy coping mechanism, though. You should at least consider therapy.”
“You keep saying that and I keep telling you that it won’t happen.”
“Will you at least consider it?”
Braddock rolls her eyes. “If I say yes will you shut up about it?”
“For tonight I will, yes.”
“That’s good enough for me.” Braddock kisses him on the cheek one more time. “Now go get Dawn and put her to bed. I’ll retrieve Melinda.”
“Will do.”
Braddock takes one final sip of wine as she watches her husband walk out of the door that he had previously entered through. The British Bombshell finishes off the wine in the glass and then gets up, walks over to the sink, and places the glass in the sink. She turns and exits the kitchen from a different door. Immediately she finds herself in the living room. There she spots her daughter, Melinda Braddock, sitting on the sofa in her pajamas, watching a tape of Glory’s last match; the one from Breakdown against Xander Valentine.
“It’s time for bed, Mel.”
“I know, Kurt already reminded me.”
“Kurt?” Glory furrows her brow out of curiosity. “Why not dad?”
“He’s technically not my dad.”
Braddock shrugs her shoulders. Sometimes it is best to pick your battles and this is a battle she does not want to fight right now. She walks over to the sofa and joins Melinda, sitting down next to her.
“So you’re watching my match against Xander?”
“Yup.”
“Not my best work.”
“I know. But still, there’s a lot that I can learn from this.”
“Fair enough. But will you at least come to bed after the match is over? It is getting late.”
“I will, mom. Promise. I just want to watch this one last match. That’s it.”
“You have been watching tons of tape today. Any particular reason?”
“I just want to be good and ready when I return to action. It has been a long time since I have been competing. You remember what grandpa always said about ring rust?”
Braddock chuckles. “Most of what he said about ring rust would have to be censored.”
“I know, right?! Well I’m not going to be stopped by ring rust. I’ve been training and working out at your home gym here in Miami. And I have been studying tape. I will be ready when I return to London tomorrow.”
“You’re returning tomorrow?” This is news to Glory. The expression on her face shows it.
“Yes. I need to get back into the swing of things, mom. I already have matches scheduled in Ireland, Scotland, and France. I can’t wait to travel and see more of Europe.”
Braddock can’t help but remember the words of warning from her husband Kurt as she listens to Melinda’s words ab out wanting to quickly get back to a normal and active schedule of wrestling. Mother and daughter truly are very much alike. The British Bombshell sighs and hugs Melinda tightly.
“And I can’t wait to watch you. You finish up and come to bed when you’re ready.”
“Thanks, mom. I will.”
“Thank you.” Glory stands up and is about to leave but Melinda then speaks up…
“Mom, wait…”
“Yes?” Glory stops and turns to face her daughter.
“The other day when that reporter was here...what was his name again…?”
“Lee Seymour?”
“Yeah, him. He asked about my real father and you said he wasn’t around. Uh, it got me to thinking; who is my father? You never told me anything about him.”
This is one question that takes Glory Braddock by complete surprise. She was not expecting her daughter to ask about her father and Glory definitely was not prepared for it. The British Bombshell takes a moment to compose herself. Then she sits back down next to her daughter on the sofa. She gazes deep and lovingly into her eyes.
“Your father was a young man named Tommy Gage. I met him in secondary school.”
“Secondary school?” Melinda is confused by the term. Melinda, having grown up in America as an American, doesn’t know much of the cultural differences. She is only now getting used to living in England having lived there during her time training to be a wrestler. Glory chuckles.
“What you Americans call high school. He was very handsome. I was young and impressionable.”
“Wow, your very first love! Even before Randall?” Melinda says with a smirk. Glory nods her head.
“Yes, even before Randall.”
“Well what was he like?”
“He treated me like royalty. He worshipped the ground I walked on. Around your grandfather I was treated like the son he never got but always wanted. But around Tommy I was treated like a princess. It was a nice escape. That and the fact that he was a bloody looker didn’t hurt anything.”
“So what happened? If you two were so great together why isn’t he still part of your life?”
This is the tough part. Braddock sighs. “Like I said, I was young and impressionable. I can sit here and tell you that we were in love but the truth is Tommy and I were just kids. We couldn’t tell the difference between love and lust. We LUSTED after one another, kind of like how you and Clyde lusted after one another.”
“Oh…” Melinda’s voice trails off. She can now see where this is going.
“But don’t mistake Tommy for Clyde. He wasn’t anything like him. Tommy at least respected me that much. What we did was consensual. And we did it a lot.”
“Ok, mom! You don’t need to go into detail about your sex life!” Melinda seems disgusted. Glory smirks and rubs her daughter’s head and ruffles her hair.
“How do you think you and your sister got here? The stork drop you two off at my doorstep?”
“Let me pretend!
“Fair enough. Point is, after I got pregnant with you I had hopes that Tommy would just love me even more, that he would love the idea of being a father, and that sometimes, when we were old enough, we would get married.”
“Granddad Glenn didn’t want to kill him?”
“Shockingly no. But when Tommy disappeared off the face of the earth after I told him I was pregnant, when Tommy shirked his responsibilities as your father, then yes, your grandfather did want to kill him.”
“What about you?”
“It broke my heart.” Glory says with a tear rolling down her cheek. “It broke me. It was then that I decided that once you were born, I would fully embrace your grandfather’s vision for my life. Your grandfather had no problem helping raise you while I was training. And he got the son he always wanted.” Braddock chuckles sarcastically. “At least your grandfather got something out of it.”
“Did you ever hear from dad?”
“No.” Glory shakes her head. “Tommy has never once tried to reach out to contact me.” Glory embraces Melinda in a tight hug. “Melinda, sometimes the ones we think we love actually never really cared about us at all. And sometimes those who do not appear to care really are the ones who care about us the most. But I can promise you this, Kurt loves you and Kurt will always be there for you and for your sister. He would die for you two. Do you believe that?”
“Yeah, I believe it.” Melinda says, slowly nodding her head.
“Good.” She kisses Melinda on the forehead. “I love you, Mel.”
“I love you too, mom.”
Glory Braddock stands up and turns to walk away. When she gets to the door she turns and looks back at her daughter one more time, still on the sofa. Braddock hopes that she got through to her. Braddock then turns and exits the living room.
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September 4th, 2021
Miami, Florida
On Camera
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The cameras begin to roll inside of a studio set in Miami, Florida. We see a a blonde female with her back turned to the camera. She is wearing denim jeans, black boots, and a purple blazer jacket. Her long blonde hair cascades unrestrained to past the shoulders. Who is this? That question is answered when the woman speaks...this is “The British Bombshell” Glory Braddock.
“Daddy didn’t raise a fool.” A low chuckle can be heard from Braddock. “Is that what you thought I was, Konrad? Did you think I was a fool? Did you honestly expect me to believe that you and I were going to have a normal one on one fight? Nothing is ever normal with you. And I don’t mean just recently when you decided to become the gimp for a bunch of bloody pieces of garbage you think are the cool kids. You donning leather and being the whipping boy for those pieces of trash is only the latest in a string of bad decisions you made.”
Braddock rises to her feet and then turns around. She smirks knowingly and taps herself on the head. “When you accepted my challenge on social media, of course I wasn’t going to back down, especially not from a gimp. But I am also smart and I also remember. I remembered the last time we fought at Tabula Rasa in 2019. I had you dead to rights back then until Damian Angel came down. You remember him, Konrad? Yeah, a lunatic, a psychopath, and you thought he was a fine young man to listen to; and boy did you listen to him didn’t you? He introduced the Black Ice mask and you went psychotic. You think becoming Black Ice suddenly made you a badass?” Glory shakes her head.
“Sorry to be the bearer of bad news, but you were FAR from badass, mate. Yeah, that mask may have been a nice little fashion statement but that was about it. Because once you put on that mask, once you became Black Ice, do you know what happened after that? I choked your ass out with the Shekhinah Glory and left you unconscious. The big bad Black Ice and little five foot eleven Glory Braddock knocked his ass out. So Black Ice didn’t exactly work out and now you are Konrad the gimp. You think you are badass because you hang around Minerva, Drake Hemmingway, Tommy Valentine, and Kandis?”
Braddock shakes her head. “First of all, they are not exactly as badass as you think. Tommy Valentine is a veteran who COULD still be great but is too busy lusting over Kandis to actually bother to improve himself. Hell, the bloke has been leaning on his big assed asset as a crutch for a long time now. He is content with being known simply as Kandis’s sidekick, her boy toy. As for Drake, he used to work for me. There is a reason he isn’t working for me anymore. You figure it out. As for Minerva, she is the only one who I do have some modicum of respect. I fought her before, I know what she can do in the ring. So as a competitor, yeah I respect her. Do I respect her tactics? Do I respect the lengths she is willing to go to get her way? Hell no.” Braddock holds up two fingers. “And second, just because you hang out with badasses doesn’t make you a badass. That is true especially for this business of professional wrestling. What you do on your own is what makes you great, what makes you a badass. And all you have proven to me so far is that you are either incapable or unwilling to do anything on your own, Konrad.”
The British Bombshell shakes her head. “Pathetic, Konrad. Absolutely pathetic. You have the potential to be great but to be great you have to take initiative. Instead of taking the initiative, instead of being bold, you choose to be the follower. You followed The Wonderland, Damian Angel, and now The Jackals. You always find someone to latch onto, to leech off of their charisma and personality, because you cannot find any of your own. And of all of the people you choose to leech off of now, you chose The Jackals.” Glory sighs with disappointment.
“Do you know what is the most disappointing thing about that entire group? Each and every one of you have talent, some more than others, and each and every one of you could be even better. The Jackals has already make an impact and will most definitely be remembered in SCW lore forever; but will it be remembered for its great achievements? The short and obvious answer is no. The path you lot have chosen is the path of chaos and carnage. You choose to have your legacy written in blood, in crippling innocent people, invading people’s privacy just to make a damn point, and just overall trying to burn down the very fabric and institutions of this company. And why? Because you think it makes you look cool? Because you think it makes you badass?”
The British Bombshell sneers. “It makes you just a carbon copy of every other tantruming child or lunatic delinquent to ever set foot into SCW. Katya tried to burn the SCW that we knew down and remake it into her image but she failed. Giovanni Aries and The Wonderland tried to destroy SCW and while the fool may have taken out Mr. D, the fact remains that SCW is still here. And no matter the amount of carnage and mayhem that you spread in this company, no matter how many people you injure, no matter how many lives you destroy, this company is not going to burn down anytime soon at anyone’s hands, let alone yours.”
“I have spoken at length about my disdain for The Jackals, but allow me time to speak about Chris Cannon, Lucas Knight, and Christy Matthews. I haven’t always seen eye to eye with them. I’m sure there have been times that they would just assume knock my damn head off than team with me. But whether we are opponents or allies, at any given moment in our careers I respect them and I am pretty damn sure that they respect me. Respect isn’t the only thing the four of us have in common. We also fight hard to uphold the traditions and history of professional wrestling. All four of us respect this business too damn much to let you lot ruin it. So yes, on Breakdown I will proudly stand with them to fight you. I look forward to fighting Minerva, Drake, Tommy, and especially you, Konrad. Because it is like I said, you are the newest threat to the sanctity not just of SCW but of professional wrestling. You lot are tyrants and your tyranny of chaos has gone on long enough. I know I say this quite a bit, but I think it is damn sure appropriate to say it right now…” Glory pauses for a moment and sighs deeply. Then she opens them and glares fiercely and intensely into the camera.
“...sic semper tyrannis.”
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August 31st, 2021
Miami, Florida
Off Camera
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It is late in the evening of Tuesday the thirty-first of August in Miami, Florida. The night now rules over the day but the lights still shine on in the Braddock household. “The British Bombshell” Glory Braddock finds herself sitting in the kitchen drinking a glass of red wine, still thinking of where she goes from here.
A few days ago when she was preparing for an interview with Forbes Magazine, her husband Kurt Logan had cautioned her that she was trying to return to a normal schedule too quickly, that perhaps she needed more time off or maybe she needed to see a therapist to help her overcome the shock of the shooting death of Archie Van Stanton and shooting injury of her daughter Melinda Braddock in late July. Braddock has been insistent that the best treatment she can have is to return to a normal day-to-day routine. She is hopeful that a normal routine will be the best for her psyche. Admittedly her professional wrestling career has not picked up much steam; she lost at Rise To Greatness and then lost again on Breakdown to Xander Valentine. But she is certain that taking any sort of break is a bad idea. It will show too much vulnerability and weakness. And despite what Kurt may say, she doesn't want to resume therapy. She does not want to go back to seeing a psychiatrist. She wants to put that dark part of her life behind her.
Since seeing a therapist is out of the question, the best way she knows how to deal with the loss and the grief is to keep busy. So she has already thrown down the gauntlet, demanding a match on the next Breakdown. The British Bombshell received a quick answer from none other than Jackals member Konrad Raab. Braddock hasn’t had much encounters with the group calling themselves The Jackals but from observing their tactics and their actions, she knows to expect absolutely anything when she faces Konrad on Breakdown. Will it remain one on one or will she need to keep eyes in the back of her head? Either way, The British Bombshell cannot wait to get back into the ring and keep busy.
“You are Melinda are so much alike.” It is the voice of her husband, Kurt Logan. But Glory was not expecting it and it startles her. She turns and spots Kurt walking into the kitchen from a side door. “Did I scare you?”
“No, you just startled me a little. That’s all.”
“You should come to bed. Melinda too.”
“What is she still doing up?”
“She told me she was studying. But when I looked at what she was studying it turned out to be one of your matches.”
Braddock rolls her eyes. “I see. Yes, she is a lot like me. She spends all day and night studying other wrestlers, doing her homework, trying to hone her skills. She can’t slow down.”
“And I do recall that a dashingly handsome devil told you that you needed to slow down.” Kurt says with a knowing grin on her face. Glory Braddock kisses him on the cheek.
“I know. But going full speed ahead is what I’m used to; I just can’t do anything else. And it helps me cope, you know?”
“I understand.” Kurt says, nodding his head. “It helps you forget about what happened.”
“Exactly.”
“It isn’t always a healthy coping mechanism, though. You should at least consider therapy.”
“You keep saying that and I keep telling you that it won’t happen.”
“Will you at least consider it?”
Braddock rolls her eyes. “If I say yes will you shut up about it?”
“For tonight I will, yes.”
“That’s good enough for me.” Braddock kisses him on the cheek one more time. “Now go get Dawn and put her to bed. I’ll retrieve Melinda.”
“Will do.”
Braddock takes one final sip of wine as she watches her husband walk out of the door that he had previously entered through. The British Bombshell finishes off the wine in the glass and then gets up, walks over to the sink, and places the glass in the sink. She turns and exits the kitchen from a different door. Immediately she finds herself in the living room. There she spots her daughter, Melinda Braddock, sitting on the sofa in her pajamas, watching a tape of Glory’s last match; the one from Breakdown against Xander Valentine.
“It’s time for bed, Mel.”
“I know, Kurt already reminded me.”
“Kurt?” Glory furrows her brow out of curiosity. “Why not dad?”
“He’s technically not my dad.”
Braddock shrugs her shoulders. Sometimes it is best to pick your battles and this is a battle she does not want to fight right now. She walks over to the sofa and joins Melinda, sitting down next to her.
“So you’re watching my match against Xander?”
“Yup.”
“Not my best work.”
“I know. But still, there’s a lot that I can learn from this.”
“Fair enough. But will you at least come to bed after the match is over? It is getting late.”
“I will, mom. Promise. I just want to watch this one last match. That’s it.”
“You have been watching tons of tape today. Any particular reason?”
“I just want to be good and ready when I return to action. It has been a long time since I have been competing. You remember what grandpa always said about ring rust?”
Braddock chuckles. “Most of what he said about ring rust would have to be censored.”
“I know, right?! Well I’m not going to be stopped by ring rust. I’ve been training and working out at your home gym here in Miami. And I have been studying tape. I will be ready when I return to London tomorrow.”
“You’re returning tomorrow?” This is news to Glory. The expression on her face shows it.
“Yes. I need to get back into the swing of things, mom. I already have matches scheduled in Ireland, Scotland, and France. I can’t wait to travel and see more of Europe.”
Braddock can’t help but remember the words of warning from her husband Kurt as she listens to Melinda’s words ab out wanting to quickly get back to a normal and active schedule of wrestling. Mother and daughter truly are very much alike. The British Bombshell sighs and hugs Melinda tightly.
“And I can’t wait to watch you. You finish up and come to bed when you’re ready.”
“Thanks, mom. I will.”
“Thank you.” Glory stands up and is about to leave but Melinda then speaks up…
“Mom, wait…”
“Yes?” Glory stops and turns to face her daughter.
“The other day when that reporter was here...what was his name again…?”
“Lee Seymour?”
“Yeah, him. He asked about my real father and you said he wasn’t around. Uh, it got me to thinking; who is my father? You never told me anything about him.”
This is one question that takes Glory Braddock by complete surprise. She was not expecting her daughter to ask about her father and Glory definitely was not prepared for it. The British Bombshell takes a moment to compose herself. Then she sits back down next to her daughter on the sofa. She gazes deep and lovingly into her eyes.
“Your father was a young man named Tommy Gage. I met him in secondary school.”
“Secondary school?” Melinda is confused by the term. Melinda, having grown up in America as an American, doesn’t know much of the cultural differences. She is only now getting used to living in England having lived there during her time training to be a wrestler. Glory chuckles.
“What you Americans call high school. He was very handsome. I was young and impressionable.”
“Wow, your very first love! Even before Randall?” Melinda says with a smirk. Glory nods her head.
“Yes, even before Randall.”
“Well what was he like?”
“He treated me like royalty. He worshipped the ground I walked on. Around your grandfather I was treated like the son he never got but always wanted. But around Tommy I was treated like a princess. It was a nice escape. That and the fact that he was a bloody looker didn’t hurt anything.”
“So what happened? If you two were so great together why isn’t he still part of your life?”
This is the tough part. Braddock sighs. “Like I said, I was young and impressionable. I can sit here and tell you that we were in love but the truth is Tommy and I were just kids. We couldn’t tell the difference between love and lust. We LUSTED after one another, kind of like how you and Clyde lusted after one another.”
“Oh…” Melinda’s voice trails off. She can now see where this is going.
“But don’t mistake Tommy for Clyde. He wasn’t anything like him. Tommy at least respected me that much. What we did was consensual. And we did it a lot.”
“Ok, mom! You don’t need to go into detail about your sex life!” Melinda seems disgusted. Glory smirks and rubs her daughter’s head and ruffles her hair.
“How do you think you and your sister got here? The stork drop you two off at my doorstep?”
“Let me pretend!
“Fair enough. Point is, after I got pregnant with you I had hopes that Tommy would just love me even more, that he would love the idea of being a father, and that sometimes, when we were old enough, we would get married.”
“Granddad Glenn didn’t want to kill him?”
“Shockingly no. But when Tommy disappeared off the face of the earth after I told him I was pregnant, when Tommy shirked his responsibilities as your father, then yes, your grandfather did want to kill him.”
“What about you?”
“It broke my heart.” Glory says with a tear rolling down her cheek. “It broke me. It was then that I decided that once you were born, I would fully embrace your grandfather’s vision for my life. Your grandfather had no problem helping raise you while I was training. And he got the son he always wanted.” Braddock chuckles sarcastically. “At least your grandfather got something out of it.”
“Did you ever hear from dad?”
“No.” Glory shakes her head. “Tommy has never once tried to reach out to contact me.” Glory embraces Melinda in a tight hug. “Melinda, sometimes the ones we think we love actually never really cared about us at all. And sometimes those who do not appear to care really are the ones who care about us the most. But I can promise you this, Kurt loves you and Kurt will always be there for you and for your sister. He would die for you two. Do you believe that?”
“Yeah, I believe it.” Melinda says, slowly nodding her head.
“Good.” She kisses Melinda on the forehead. “I love you, Mel.”
“I love you too, mom.”
Glory Braddock stands up and turns to walk away. When she gets to the door she turns and looks back at her daughter one more time, still on the sofa. Braddock hopes that she got through to her. Braddock then turns and exits the living room.
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September 4th, 2021
Miami, Florida
On Camera
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The cameras begin to roll inside of a studio set in Miami, Florida. We see a a blonde female with her back turned to the camera. She is wearing denim jeans, black boots, and a purple blazer jacket. Her long blonde hair cascades unrestrained to past the shoulders. Who is this? That question is answered when the woman speaks...this is “The British Bombshell” Glory Braddock.
“Daddy didn’t raise a fool.” A low chuckle can be heard from Braddock. “Is that what you thought I was, Konrad? Did you think I was a fool? Did you honestly expect me to believe that you and I were going to have a normal one on one fight? Nothing is ever normal with you. And I don’t mean just recently when you decided to become the gimp for a bunch of bloody pieces of garbage you think are the cool kids. You donning leather and being the whipping boy for those pieces of trash is only the latest in a string of bad decisions you made.”
Braddock rises to her feet and then turns around. She smirks knowingly and taps herself on the head. “When you accepted my challenge on social media, of course I wasn’t going to back down, especially not from a gimp. But I am also smart and I also remember. I remembered the last time we fought at Tabula Rasa in 2019. I had you dead to rights back then until Damian Angel came down. You remember him, Konrad? Yeah, a lunatic, a psychopath, and you thought he was a fine young man to listen to; and boy did you listen to him didn’t you? He introduced the Black Ice mask and you went psychotic. You think becoming Black Ice suddenly made you a badass?” Glory shakes her head.
“Sorry to be the bearer of bad news, but you were FAR from badass, mate. Yeah, that mask may have been a nice little fashion statement but that was about it. Because once you put on that mask, once you became Black Ice, do you know what happened after that? I choked your ass out with the Shekhinah Glory and left you unconscious. The big bad Black Ice and little five foot eleven Glory Braddock knocked his ass out. So Black Ice didn’t exactly work out and now you are Konrad the gimp. You think you are badass because you hang around Minerva, Drake Hemmingway, Tommy Valentine, and Kandis?”
Braddock shakes her head. “First of all, they are not exactly as badass as you think. Tommy Valentine is a veteran who COULD still be great but is too busy lusting over Kandis to actually bother to improve himself. Hell, the bloke has been leaning on his big assed asset as a crutch for a long time now. He is content with being known simply as Kandis’s sidekick, her boy toy. As for Drake, he used to work for me. There is a reason he isn’t working for me anymore. You figure it out. As for Minerva, she is the only one who I do have some modicum of respect. I fought her before, I know what she can do in the ring. So as a competitor, yeah I respect her. Do I respect her tactics? Do I respect the lengths she is willing to go to get her way? Hell no.” Braddock holds up two fingers. “And second, just because you hang out with badasses doesn’t make you a badass. That is true especially for this business of professional wrestling. What you do on your own is what makes you great, what makes you a badass. And all you have proven to me so far is that you are either incapable or unwilling to do anything on your own, Konrad.”
The British Bombshell shakes her head. “Pathetic, Konrad. Absolutely pathetic. You have the potential to be great but to be great you have to take initiative. Instead of taking the initiative, instead of being bold, you choose to be the follower. You followed The Wonderland, Damian Angel, and now The Jackals. You always find someone to latch onto, to leech off of their charisma and personality, because you cannot find any of your own. And of all of the people you choose to leech off of now, you chose The Jackals.” Glory sighs with disappointment.
“Do you know what is the most disappointing thing about that entire group? Each and every one of you have talent, some more than others, and each and every one of you could be even better. The Jackals has already make an impact and will most definitely be remembered in SCW lore forever; but will it be remembered for its great achievements? The short and obvious answer is no. The path you lot have chosen is the path of chaos and carnage. You choose to have your legacy written in blood, in crippling innocent people, invading people’s privacy just to make a damn point, and just overall trying to burn down the very fabric and institutions of this company. And why? Because you think it makes you look cool? Because you think it makes you badass?”
The British Bombshell sneers. “It makes you just a carbon copy of every other tantruming child or lunatic delinquent to ever set foot into SCW. Katya tried to burn the SCW that we knew down and remake it into her image but she failed. Giovanni Aries and The Wonderland tried to destroy SCW and while the fool may have taken out Mr. D, the fact remains that SCW is still here. And no matter the amount of carnage and mayhem that you spread in this company, no matter how many people you injure, no matter how many lives you destroy, this company is not going to burn down anytime soon at anyone’s hands, let alone yours.”
“I have spoken at length about my disdain for The Jackals, but allow me time to speak about Chris Cannon, Lucas Knight, and Christy Matthews. I haven’t always seen eye to eye with them. I’m sure there have been times that they would just assume knock my damn head off than team with me. But whether we are opponents or allies, at any given moment in our careers I respect them and I am pretty damn sure that they respect me. Respect isn’t the only thing the four of us have in common. We also fight hard to uphold the traditions and history of professional wrestling. All four of us respect this business too damn much to let you lot ruin it. So yes, on Breakdown I will proudly stand with them to fight you. I look forward to fighting Minerva, Drake, Tommy, and especially you, Konrad. Because it is like I said, you are the newest threat to the sanctity not just of SCW but of professional wrestling. You lot are tyrants and your tyranny of chaos has gone on long enough. I know I say this quite a bit, but I think it is damn sure appropriate to say it right now…” Glory pauses for a moment and sighs deeply. Then she opens them and glares fiercely and intensely into the camera.
“...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 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)