Glory Braddock vs. Owen Lee

[Braddock]

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June 15th, 2022
Dallas, Texas
On Camera
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It is dark outside in Dallas, Texas. The night sky is illuminated by the moon and a spotlight and probably the camera shooting this. The camera pans over to find “The British Bombshell” Glory Braddock standing propped up against a light pole that shines a light down upon her almost like a spotlight. The British Bombshell is wearing denim jeans, black boots, and a royal purple silk blouse. She is wearing a brown stetson. A confident grin is etched across her face.

“Here I am, in Dallas the day before Breakdown, and Taking Hold of the Flame has concluded.” Braddock looks into her right hand then her left. She smiles sheepishly and then shrugs her shoulders. “I guess I wasn’t too good at taking hold of that flame, was I?” Braddock chuckles softly. “But that’s ok, as disappointing as that was, it definitely is not the end of the journey. Taking Hold of the Flame was just the beginning. It was the night where you set the stage for Rise To Greatness. And quite honestly, with a twenty plus minute showing, I think I did a fairly good job of making an impression upon management that I am deadly serious about my craft. Do I play some games every now and then? Do I try to enjoy myself in that squared circle? Damn right I do. But that doesn’t mean that I am not a serious competitor. Underneath the smile, the fun, and the pranks I am still a fiercely passionate warrior who goes to that ring each and every week to prove that she is among the very best to lace up a pair of wrestling boots.”

“Unfortunately I did not win Taking Hold of the Flame, so my own path to Rise To Greatness is in question. It still boils down to momentum, however. I said that already, if you recall. The Flame can help you build momentum and tomorrow night on Breakdown from Dallas is yet another chance for me to build momentum. My opponent tomorrow night, Owen Lee…he didn’t win the Flame, either. Like me, he came up short, and now his own path to Rise To Greatness is in question…despite his own claims otherwise, but I will get to that in a moment.” Braddock waves at the camera.

“Hi there, Owen. I have been following you very closely the past week and a half since Taking Hold of the Flame. Just like any veteran I have watched and rewatched the tape of that battle royal, I studied and took copious notes, not only to improve myself and fix my own mistakes, but to also study up on all of my future opponents. Let’s face it, Owen, we are now heading straight towards Rise To Greatness and what I said in the lead up to the Flame still holds true; momentum is everything. Now the two people with the most momentum would be Selena Frost and Adam Allocco. Congratulations to both of them, by the way. But the rest of us who didn’t win the flame, we now have a difficult task ahead of us to build up and keep the momentum heading in our direction as we march towards Rise To Greatness.”

“The fact is that right here, tomorrow night in Dallas for Breakdown, this is arguably where our paths will be determined. What will our path to Rise To Greatness be? Will we be heading towards a marquee match or will we be an afterthought on the Pre-Show? Or will be stuck in catering? What we do tomorrow night, the performance each and every one of us puts on tomorrow night will arguably determine a great deal of our future at Rise To Greatness. Now some are good enough to call their shot.” Braddock points a finger at the camera.

“You, Owen, seem to think you are good enough to call your own shot. And you know what? You are good enough. You are a former SCW World Champion, you have had damn good finishes in the Flame back to back years, and if that history and resume wasn’t enough, then I can say from firsthand experience wrestling you that I know you are good enough to call your own shot. But the shot you have recently called for yourself, perhaps it is based not on goals but on revenge?” The British Bombshell chuckles quietly. “I know you were talking only to Josh Hudson, but do you think the rest of the world would have ignored your not so vague threat to go after his United States Championship?” Braddock shrugs her shoulders.

“Under normal circumstances, I would wish you luck. After all, Huddie hasn’t exactly been the nicest of guys lately. It would be nice to see you bust him in the mouth. My one and only problem with this is how you assume that you are going to be the one to take the title from him. Hell, you could be under the assumption that you are the current number one contender to the US Title simply because he has a beef with you.” Glory shakes her head. “It doesn’t work like that mate, and I think you know it. You earn your way into the United States title conversation, you don’t just walk in and demand the opportunity because you hate the wanker.”

“Which brings me to my motivation for Breakdown. Is this about building momentum heading into Rise To Greatness? Most definitely it is, but for me personally it is about so much more because having momentum is so broad and so vague. There’s very little focus when I say that I need to build momentum. Build momentum towards what exactly? What do I hope to accomplish? And therein lies the problem…I don’t have a path to Rise To Greatness.” She smirks devilishly. “But I could book my own ticket, and even disrupt some plans, with a victory over you, Owen.”

“I have had two opportunities to become SCW United States Champion, one of which was against Hudson. I know I can beat him, just like you know you can beat him. And if getting through you to get to him is what I have to do then so be it. But I also remember my first shot at the United States Title, last year at Rise To Greatness. In a fatal four way elimination…” Glory holds up two fingers “...and I was second eliminated.” Braddock chuckles softly.

“Yeah, yeah, all four were incredibly talented opponents, there shouldn’t be any shame in that. But for someone like me, I hold myself to a higher standard. I know I can be better than that. And I have been looking to right that wrong ever since. That tournament was my chance but Hudson stopped me. Hell, he stopped you too, Owen. Yet you think you are going to get the first crack at him? You think you should be the one to dethrone him?” Braddock shakes her head. “Unfortunately for you, it won’t happen that easy. Because I am motivated like never before to get that opportunity, to call my shot against Hudson and claim the United States Title as my own. And that means I have to go through you at Breakdown to earn my way into the conversation.” The British Bombshell sighs deeply.

“Owen, you went to the top like a rocket. I watched your rise to the top of SCW and it was astounding. And the way you have carried yourself since returning, the way you have conducted yourself in the ring as a competitor, taking on anyone and everyone, and beating some of the best there on this roster, it is very impressive. I won’t make any silly generic warnings like ‘don’t look past me’...because I know you better than that. You have been refined by the pressures of this business and you are smart enough not to look past me. But what you may not know, what you may not understand, is just how determined I am to get championship gold back around my waist. I was determined enough that I gazed deep into my own soul and I changed myself. I rid myself of what wasn’t working, I added new weapons to my arsenal, and I even went old school, back to my old bag of tricks before anyone even knew who Glory Braddock was. I have created a brand new me, a more dangerous British Bombshell.” She points at the camera.

“That is who you have to deal with, Owen. And this isn’t a tag team match or a battle royal, this is just straight up one on one action, former world champions face to face fighting not just for momentum but for their own path to greatness, to Rise To Greatness. And as good as you are, Owen…” Braddock shakes her head “...you will not beat me. I will not allow myself to get beaten. You know why I can make such a bold statement? You are young, both in terms of physical age and wrestling age. But I have fourteen years of wrestling experience under my belt and I know that my own time is running out. You have plenty of time left to have your moments and create your Rise To Greatness memories. But I don’t have time on my side, Owen. So I admit, I am desperate, and just like a desperate, wounded animal, I will come out on Breakdown fighting as fierce as ever, willing to do whatever it takes to stamp my place on the Rise To Greatness card.”

The British Bombshell turns and walks off. Immediately after she steps away from the light pole, the light goes out. The camera then slowly fades to black.