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November 1st, 2024
London, England
Off Camera
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Clyde Sutter’s life has not been the easiest to say the very least. He started life as an orphan, without any knowledge of his past. Social services in Great Britain failed him. The young orphan ended up on the streets as an enforcer for gangs and drug pushers. He was feared on the streets and had a reputation for being a dangerous individual. Being an enforcer for the criminal element really did serve his skills the best; he was a violent individual with great power in his arms and fists. He had a great deal of rage built up inside him due to the failure of social services to help him, due to his family abandoning him when he was born. So he put that rage to good use. Yet Sutter knew that the life of crime would not serve him best long term. He knew that, inevitably, his life of crime would lead to pain and an early death. Sutter decided that he wanted to put his unique skills and physique to a more legal use: he decided to become a professional wrestler. And in his home of England, the best choice for a wrestling school was the Glenn Braddock Wrestling School. Unfortunately his anger and rage once again got him into trouble. Sutter would not let up, he would not relent, he would not go easy on any of his fellow students or the other coaches. He hurt people intentionally, just because he could, and as a result he was kicked out of the wrestling school.
Yet the Glenn Braddock Wrestling School still gave him the tools he needed to get a foot into the wrestling world. He met Mason Van Stanton and the Van Stanton family who used their own wrestling contacts to get him signed to various promotions, including a brief stint in Supreme Championship Wrestling. But perhaps his greatest gift that he received from the Glenn Braddock Wrestling School was when he met and fell in love with Melinda Braddock, the daughter of Glory Braddock. Melinda fell for him just as hard as he fell for her. Unfortunately their romance was brief and ended badly. Sutter still could not control his anger which led to their breakup. Also Sutter’s connections to the drug world led Melinda to get hooked on drugs herself and she had a downward spiral that nearly ended her own life and career.
This might be a tragic and cautionary tale if it ended here but thankfully it does not end here. Sutter started working for another famous wrestling family, the wealthy Page family. He worked as the hired muscle for Danielle Page and Tiffany Page, specifically. They paid him very well and he used that money to hire a special therapist to assist him in controlling his anger. He also was able to learn a little more about his past; he learned that his father was Ethan Sutter, a crazed cult leader and his mother was none other than the same Autumn Van Stanton of the Van Stanton family who had helped him get a foot in the door of the wrestling world. Sutter also reconnected with Melinda Braddock. He used the money he was making from working for the Page family to help Melinda get off of drugs. Furthermore, he has rekindled his romance with Melinda Braddock. And needless to say, the big monster feels extremely lucky to have been given this second chance, not only with professional wrestling but with his love, with Melinda Braddock. He does not intend to take it for granted.
This is what brings Sutter to this particular shopping center in London, England. Sutter is with Fiona Logan, Melinda’s adopted sister, in the clothing store of a mall nestled within an upscale London mall frequented by the city’s elite. High ceilings with ornate gold detailing give the space an air of opulence, while sleek black marble floors reflect the soft glow of modern chandeliers above. Rows of meticulously arranged designer apparel hang from gilded racks, showcasing the latest in high fashion. Mannequins in tailored suits and avant-garde dresses stand on glossy platforms, their sharp poses evoking the cutting-edge elegance of the collections. Soft jazz music hums in the background, blending seamlessly with the muted murmur of customers and sales staff.
Clyde Sutter leans casually against one of the mirrored columns near the fitting rooms, his towering frame making him a noticeable figure. His mid-length, dark, oily hair is slicked back, giving him an effortlessly rugged charm that contrasts with his formal attire. He’s dressed in a fitted black button-down shirt with the top two buttons undone, revealing a hint of his muscular chest. A silver chain glints faintly at his neck, subtle but noticeable. His tailored charcoal trousers emphasize his athletic build, and polished black leather shoes complete the look. His demeanor is relaxed but observant, his eyes scanning the room lazily as he waits. Fiona Logan stands a few feet away, her tomboyish attire setting her apart from the store’s opulent ambiance. She wears a loose olive-green bomber jacket, its sleeves rolled up slightly to reveal a hint of a white graphic t-shirt underneath. Fitted black jeans, ripped at the knees, add an edge to her outfit, and scuffed white sneakers suggest a practical approach to fashion. She shifts her weight impatiently, glancing occasionally toward the fitting rooms where their mutual friend is changing.
“Mels sure has been in that changing room for quite some time…” Fiona says, sounding somewhat impatient and maybe a little irritated. Clyde smirks in her direction.
“My love did seem to have her eyes set upon quite a bit of merchandise that she wishes to try on.”
“Yeah, your love did pick out quite the extensive wardrobe.” Fiona sighs. “You gonna buy all of it for her?”
“Of course.” Clyde nods his head.
“Damn.” Fiona says, shaking her head. “Just this day alone you’ve let her pick out whatever jewelry she wants…and she picked a shit ton of it…she went to a salon and had a complete and utter makeover that was not cheap at all…and then this, these clothes. Seriously, dude, are you whipped or something?”
“I can see why you might think that, Ms. Logan…” Sutter chuckles.
“Fiona.” She corrects him. “I get it, being all super serious is your style, but dude, just call me Fiona.”
“Very well…Fiona…but I am not whipped as you put it.” He sighs. “I treated my love, my precious Melinda, so horribly in the past.”
“Yeah, I know. Mels told me all about it. Glory told me all about it…and mom definitely doesn’t have much nice things to say about you…”
“She is justified in her thoughts about me.” Clyde remarks. “As I said, I treated her daughter horribly in the past. I am lucky that fate…as well as Melinda herself…granted me this second chance. I do not intend to ruin it.”
“So is that what this is about?” Fiona asks. “You’re trying to buy her loyalty?” Fiona smirks knowingly. Sutter chuckles and shakes his head.
“Not hardly, Fiona. What I have done today…and with all of the other gifts I have purchased for my love…all of it is reparation for how I treated her in the past.”
“Reparation, huh?” Fiona says quizzically.
“Melinda Alexis Braddock is not merely my girlfriend or my love interest, Fiona. She is my goddess and I will treat her as such.”
“Wow….” Fiona’s voice trails off, then a light chuckle escapes her lips “...you’re really deep, Clyde. Are you seeing a therapist or a philosopher?”
“Perhaps both.”
The soft rustle of fabric draws Clyde and Fiona’s attention as Melinda Braddock steps out of the changing room, the store’s ambient lighting catching every detail of her ensemble. A striking blonde with an effortless air of confidence, Melinda is dressed in a gown that exudes luxury and sophistication. The dress is a shimmering shade of champagne gold, tailored to perfection. The bodice is intricately adorned with tiny glass beads and delicate embroidery in floral patterns, catching the light with every movement. A plunging neckline and fitted waist highlight her slender frame, while the gown flows into a floor-length skirt made of gossamer-thin layers of tulle that seem to float as she walks. A high slit on one side reveals a glimpse of her toned leg and a pair of golden stiletto heels, their straps embellished with crystals that match the beading on the dress.
Her accessories are understated yet elegant—a pair of teardrop diamond earrings that glimmer against her smooth, porcelain skin and a delicate gold bracelet on her wrist. Her blonde hair is styled in loose waves that cascade over her shoulders, framing her face perfectly. Melinda’s makeup is flawless: soft gold eyeshadow, a hint of blush, and a bold crimson lipstick that adds a pop of color to the otherwise monochromatic palette. She pauses for a moment, letting her friends take in the sight. The dress is clearly meant for a formal event, perhaps a gala or high-profile dinner, and it’s a stark contrast to the casual attire of Clyde and Fiona. She tilts her head, a playful smile tugging at her lips.
“Well,” Melinda asks, spinning slightly to let the skirt fan out, “what do you think?”
“Damn…” Fiona’s voice trails off as she takes it all in “...I mean, the last I saw ya, you were borderline goth chick. Even with the new hair style and color after the salon visit you were all semi-dark and broody. But now you look like a totally different girl.”
“Is that a positive or a negative, Fiona?” Melinda asks.
“Positive!” Fiona winks. “You’re killing it!”
“Your opinion means a great deal to me, thank you, my sister.” Melinda hugs Fiona. Then she turns to face Clyde. “But no offense, there is one opinion here which is greater of importance to me than yours.” Melinda places her arms on Clyde’s chest. Sutter places his arms on her shoulders as they gaze deep into each other’s eyes. “What do you think, Clyde?”
“It’s remarkable,” he begins, his deep voice carrying a smooth cadence “there’s a saying that beauty isn’t found in what we see, but in the way it moves us; the way it compels us to pause, to think, to feel. That dress… it’s like a whisper of light captured in fabric, but it’s you, my love, who gives it life. The dress itself is flawless but what strikes me is how effortlessly it becomes part of you. It doesn’t just fit; it belongs. Like it was created not just for your body, but for your soul; a reflection of both strength and elegance.” Clyde’s voice softens, taking on a more introspective tone. “There’s a certain poetry in the way the light catches the fabric, as though it’s bending just to touch you. And that smile? That’s the kind of thing that turns moments into memories, like a portrait painted in time. You’ve always had a way of making the extraordinary seem natural, and this afternoon, my love… you’ve somehow made it feel inevitable.”
“Short form is you look stunning, Mels.” Fiona says with a playful wink.
“I knew that.” Melinda says. Clyde then leans over and begins to passionately kiss Melinda. Fiona feigns gagging, as if this display of affection makes her sick to her stomach. They break the embrace and Sutter smiles warmly down at Melinda.
“This is only the beginning my love. Anything you want, I will give it to you. If you want the world, I will hand it to you on a silver platter.”
“All I want is you.” Melinda answers back lovingly.
“Ok, lovebirds, lets go…” Fiona says impatiently “...lets go before we’re kicked out of the mall for too much public display of affection.”
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November 1st, 2024
Birmingham, England
Off Camera
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Several hours have passed since their trip to the mall. Clyde Sutter is preparing to turn in for the evening at his modest home in Birmingham, England, the town he grew up in. The town where he grew up having to survive on the streets. Things have changed a lot since then. Now he has a modest place to call his own when he visits his old hometown and he even has another primary residence in North Carolina near his biological mother, Autumn Van Stanton. This is thanks in large part to the money he is earning from working for the Page Family as their hired muscle. Is it ethical work? No, but it pays well. It pays very well. And Sutter gets to spend time here in his hometown and think, mainly about his future. He does not wish to be hired muscle forever. He is a trained wrestler and a somewhat accomplished one at that. Since his brief and failed attempt in SCW he branched out and won gold elsewhere. He is a former MWE Television Champion, MWE Riot Champion, and GCW World Tag Team Champion. He has proven that he has the legitimate ability to be a success in professional wrestling if given the chance, despite what the Braddock Wrestling School may think of his methods. He has proven that he can overcome the obstacles set in front of him. Now Sutter has bigger ideas on his mind; a return to Supreme Championship Wrestling. Fatal Fortunes is coming up and that event in and of itself is like a carrot on the stick for a man like Sutter. The Assassin is a strong believer in fate an fatalism. Fate is almost like a religion to him now. Returning to SCW at a time like this where matches will be decided by fate alone is too good to be true for Clyde Sutter. It is almost like a deity is telling him that the time is right for his return. But can he make this happen? Can he make his return come to pass?
These thoughts are going through his head while Clyde sits on the bed, the dim light of a bedside lamp casting long shadows across the room. The space is elegantly furnished, with rich mahogany furniture and dark, luxurious bedding that contrasts sharply with his tousled dark hair and his relaxed, bare-chested posture. His sharp features soften slightly as the door creaks open, and the love of his life, Melinda Braddock, steps inside. She’s wearing a set of lingerie that is undeniably captivating, a combination of daring elegance and understated sensuality. The ensemble is a deep shade of emerald green, the satin fabric glistening faintly under the soft light. The bra features intricate lace detailing that extends over the cups, forming delicate floral patterns against her skin. Thin straps rest gently on her shoulders, accentuating her graceful collarbones and drawing attention to her toned upper body. The matching high-waisted garter belt hugs her waist, cinching her figure in a way that highlights her hourglass silhouette. From it, delicate straps extend downward, attached to sheer stockings that shimmer faintly as she moves. The stockings themselves are a soft black, adding a layer of mystery and contrast to the vibrant green of the lingerie. The ensemble is completed by a pair of lace-trimmed panties that leave just enough to the imagination, and a silk robe in the same emerald shade, left untied and hanging loosely over her shoulders. It flows behind her like liquid fabric as she crosses the room, her bare feet making no sound on the plush carpet. Her blonde hair falls in soft waves, slightly tousled, and her makeup is minimal but effective; just enough to accentuate her features, with a hint of gloss on her lips catching the faint light. Melinda stops at the foot of the bed, her gaze meeting Clyde’s with a mixture of playfulness and confidence.
“This is your gift…” Melinda says sensually as she slowly climbs into bed with him “...for being so good to me today.”
“I…am…” he shakes his head “...I am not worthy.”
“Can the selfless martyr act and just take me.” She winks playfully. She kisses him on the lips. “Remember how we used to sneak around in secret?”
“I do.” Sutter nods his head. “I was but a student at your mother’s wrestling school at the time. We both knew she would never have approved of our relationship.”
“She still doesn’t.” Melinda says. “Which makes this go around all the more sweet. Mom knows that we’re sleeping with me and she can’t do a damn thing about it because she’s afraid of driving me away.”
“I know the feeling of possibly driving you away all too well.” Sutter points out. “Our relationship ended the first time because my inability to control my anger drove you away. But I got help, I fixed my problems and now we are in a better place.”
“We don’t have to dwell on any of that.” Melinda shakes her head. “You made mistakes, sure, but you have more than made up for it.”
“I introduced you to drugs and nearly ruined your life.”
“Stop it.” Melinda says commandingly. “I blamed you at first but honestly, that was just as much my fault as it was yours.”
“I’m sorry, my love,” Clyde says “I just recognize how my own actions led to the end of our relationship once, how it nearly led to the end of your life, and I want to dedicate the rest of my life to atoning for my past, to making you feel like the princess…no, GODDESS that you are.”
“I’m just happy we are back together again.” Melinda kisses him on the lips again. “And you have been so good to me, but relationships should always be about giving. So if there is anything I can give to you…” she looks at her own sensual form “...other than the obvious…let me know.”
Clyde looks Melinda up and down and smirks. “Other than the obvious…yes, there might be something you can assist me with.”
“What is it?”
“My wrestling career has definitely had an upward turn since I started working for the Page family. Their influence helped me get my foot in the door at the Millennium Wrestling Enterprise and Global Championship Wrestling.”
“Yeah, I know.” Melinda chuckles. “Getting you into GCW was quite a feat, to be honest. My mom owns it and was trying her damndest to blackball you.”
“This is true. Yet I overcame the obstacles set in front of me and I have proven myself worthy as a legitimate contender, as a legitimate wrestler. I have won championships on four separate occasions. I think now may be the time…”
“Time for what, babe?”
“Time to return to Supreme Championship Wrestling.” Clyde remarks. “The Page Family has significant influence but I doubt they have enough clout to get me back into SCW. Your mother, no doubt, would try to put the bug into Mr. Desoubrais’s ear that I am bad news.”
“And you want me to cut mom off at the pass and tell her to quit being a bitch and let CHBK rehire you. Right?”
“Basically, yes.”
“I can do that.” Melinda nods her head. “But why? What’s in it for you?” She snickers. “Are you returning just to troll my mom? I fully support that if that’s the case…”
“No, not at all.” Clyde shakes his head. “Your mother and I may have our differences of opinion but one day I would like us to be on good terms. My return has nothing to do with your mother but everything to do with fate.”
“Fate…” Melinda’s eyes grow wide “...that’s right, Fatal Fortunes is coming up.”
“Yes. Fatal Fortunes is indeed coming soon and I must act quickly if my name is to be in the proverbial at for that event. It calls to me, my love. Fate itself is calling to me. The name itself, Fatal Fortunes, is like a syren’s call, beckoning for me to return. It is a sign that the time for me to return to SCW is now.”
“I think you might be a bit crazy, babe.” She kisses him on the lips. “But I’ll help you.”
“Thank you, my love.”
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November 1st, 2024
London, England
Off Camera
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Clyde Sutter’s life has not been the easiest to say the very least. He started life as an orphan, without any knowledge of his past. Social services in Great Britain failed him. The young orphan ended up on the streets as an enforcer for gangs and drug pushers. He was feared on the streets and had a reputation for being a dangerous individual. Being an enforcer for the criminal element really did serve his skills the best; he was a violent individual with great power in his arms and fists. He had a great deal of rage built up inside him due to the failure of social services to help him, due to his family abandoning him when he was born. So he put that rage to good use. Yet Sutter knew that the life of crime would not serve him best long term. He knew that, inevitably, his life of crime would lead to pain and an early death. Sutter decided that he wanted to put his unique skills and physique to a more legal use: he decided to become a professional wrestler. And in his home of England, the best choice for a wrestling school was the Glenn Braddock Wrestling School. Unfortunately his anger and rage once again got him into trouble. Sutter would not let up, he would not relent, he would not go easy on any of his fellow students or the other coaches. He hurt people intentionally, just because he could, and as a result he was kicked out of the wrestling school.
Yet the Glenn Braddock Wrestling School still gave him the tools he needed to get a foot into the wrestling world. He met Mason Van Stanton and the Van Stanton family who used their own wrestling contacts to get him signed to various promotions, including a brief stint in Supreme Championship Wrestling. But perhaps his greatest gift that he received from the Glenn Braddock Wrestling School was when he met and fell in love with Melinda Braddock, the daughter of Glory Braddock. Melinda fell for him just as hard as he fell for her. Unfortunately their romance was brief and ended badly. Sutter still could not control his anger which led to their breakup. Also Sutter’s connections to the drug world led Melinda to get hooked on drugs herself and she had a downward spiral that nearly ended her own life and career.
This might be a tragic and cautionary tale if it ended here but thankfully it does not end here. Sutter started working for another famous wrestling family, the wealthy Page family. He worked as the hired muscle for Danielle Page and Tiffany Page, specifically. They paid him very well and he used that money to hire a special therapist to assist him in controlling his anger. He also was able to learn a little more about his past; he learned that his father was Ethan Sutter, a crazed cult leader and his mother was none other than the same Autumn Van Stanton of the Van Stanton family who had helped him get a foot in the door of the wrestling world. Sutter also reconnected with Melinda Braddock. He used the money he was making from working for the Page family to help Melinda get off of drugs. Furthermore, he has rekindled his romance with Melinda Braddock. And needless to say, the big monster feels extremely lucky to have been given this second chance, not only with professional wrestling but with his love, with Melinda Braddock. He does not intend to take it for granted.
This is what brings Sutter to this particular shopping center in London, England. Sutter is with Fiona Logan, Melinda’s adopted sister, in the clothing store of a mall nestled within an upscale London mall frequented by the city’s elite. High ceilings with ornate gold detailing give the space an air of opulence, while sleek black marble floors reflect the soft glow of modern chandeliers above. Rows of meticulously arranged designer apparel hang from gilded racks, showcasing the latest in high fashion. Mannequins in tailored suits and avant-garde dresses stand on glossy platforms, their sharp poses evoking the cutting-edge elegance of the collections. Soft jazz music hums in the background, blending seamlessly with the muted murmur of customers and sales staff.
Clyde Sutter leans casually against one of the mirrored columns near the fitting rooms, his towering frame making him a noticeable figure. His mid-length, dark, oily hair is slicked back, giving him an effortlessly rugged charm that contrasts with his formal attire. He’s dressed in a fitted black button-down shirt with the top two buttons undone, revealing a hint of his muscular chest. A silver chain glints faintly at his neck, subtle but noticeable. His tailored charcoal trousers emphasize his athletic build, and polished black leather shoes complete the look. His demeanor is relaxed but observant, his eyes scanning the room lazily as he waits. Fiona Logan stands a few feet away, her tomboyish attire setting her apart from the store’s opulent ambiance. She wears a loose olive-green bomber jacket, its sleeves rolled up slightly to reveal a hint of a white graphic t-shirt underneath. Fitted black jeans, ripped at the knees, add an edge to her outfit, and scuffed white sneakers suggest a practical approach to fashion. She shifts her weight impatiently, glancing occasionally toward the fitting rooms where their mutual friend is changing.
“Mels sure has been in that changing room for quite some time…” Fiona says, sounding somewhat impatient and maybe a little irritated. Clyde smirks in her direction.
“My love did seem to have her eyes set upon quite a bit of merchandise that she wishes to try on.”
“Yeah, your love did pick out quite the extensive wardrobe.” Fiona sighs. “You gonna buy all of it for her?”
“Of course.” Clyde nods his head.
“Damn.” Fiona says, shaking her head. “Just this day alone you’ve let her pick out whatever jewelry she wants…and she picked a shit ton of it…she went to a salon and had a complete and utter makeover that was not cheap at all…and then this, these clothes. Seriously, dude, are you whipped or something?”
“I can see why you might think that, Ms. Logan…” Sutter chuckles.
“Fiona.” She corrects him. “I get it, being all super serious is your style, but dude, just call me Fiona.”
“Very well…Fiona…but I am not whipped as you put it.” He sighs. “I treated my love, my precious Melinda, so horribly in the past.”
“Yeah, I know. Mels told me all about it. Glory told me all about it…and mom definitely doesn’t have much nice things to say about you…”
“She is justified in her thoughts about me.” Clyde remarks. “As I said, I treated her daughter horribly in the past. I am lucky that fate…as well as Melinda herself…granted me this second chance. I do not intend to ruin it.”
“So is that what this is about?” Fiona asks. “You’re trying to buy her loyalty?” Fiona smirks knowingly. Sutter chuckles and shakes his head.
“Not hardly, Fiona. What I have done today…and with all of the other gifts I have purchased for my love…all of it is reparation for how I treated her in the past.”
“Reparation, huh?” Fiona says quizzically.
“Melinda Alexis Braddock is not merely my girlfriend or my love interest, Fiona. She is my goddess and I will treat her as such.”
“Wow….” Fiona’s voice trails off, then a light chuckle escapes her lips “...you’re really deep, Clyde. Are you seeing a therapist or a philosopher?”
“Perhaps both.”
The soft rustle of fabric draws Clyde and Fiona’s attention as Melinda Braddock steps out of the changing room, the store’s ambient lighting catching every detail of her ensemble. A striking blonde with an effortless air of confidence, Melinda is dressed in a gown that exudes luxury and sophistication. The dress is a shimmering shade of champagne gold, tailored to perfection. The bodice is intricately adorned with tiny glass beads and delicate embroidery in floral patterns, catching the light with every movement. A plunging neckline and fitted waist highlight her slender frame, while the gown flows into a floor-length skirt made of gossamer-thin layers of tulle that seem to float as she walks. A high slit on one side reveals a glimpse of her toned leg and a pair of golden stiletto heels, their straps embellished with crystals that match the beading on the dress.
Her accessories are understated yet elegant—a pair of teardrop diamond earrings that glimmer against her smooth, porcelain skin and a delicate gold bracelet on her wrist. Her blonde hair is styled in loose waves that cascade over her shoulders, framing her face perfectly. Melinda’s makeup is flawless: soft gold eyeshadow, a hint of blush, and a bold crimson lipstick that adds a pop of color to the otherwise monochromatic palette. She pauses for a moment, letting her friends take in the sight. The dress is clearly meant for a formal event, perhaps a gala or high-profile dinner, and it’s a stark contrast to the casual attire of Clyde and Fiona. She tilts her head, a playful smile tugging at her lips.
“Well,” Melinda asks, spinning slightly to let the skirt fan out, “what do you think?”
“Damn…” Fiona’s voice trails off as she takes it all in “...I mean, the last I saw ya, you were borderline goth chick. Even with the new hair style and color after the salon visit you were all semi-dark and broody. But now you look like a totally different girl.”
“Is that a positive or a negative, Fiona?” Melinda asks.
“Positive!” Fiona winks. “You’re killing it!”
“Your opinion means a great deal to me, thank you, my sister.” Melinda hugs Fiona. Then she turns to face Clyde. “But no offense, there is one opinion here which is greater of importance to me than yours.” Melinda places her arms on Clyde’s chest. Sutter places his arms on her shoulders as they gaze deep into each other’s eyes. “What do you think, Clyde?”
“It’s remarkable,” he begins, his deep voice carrying a smooth cadence “there’s a saying that beauty isn’t found in what we see, but in the way it moves us; the way it compels us to pause, to think, to feel. That dress… it’s like a whisper of light captured in fabric, but it’s you, my love, who gives it life. The dress itself is flawless but what strikes me is how effortlessly it becomes part of you. It doesn’t just fit; it belongs. Like it was created not just for your body, but for your soul; a reflection of both strength and elegance.” Clyde’s voice softens, taking on a more introspective tone. “There’s a certain poetry in the way the light catches the fabric, as though it’s bending just to touch you. And that smile? That’s the kind of thing that turns moments into memories, like a portrait painted in time. You’ve always had a way of making the extraordinary seem natural, and this afternoon, my love… you’ve somehow made it feel inevitable.”
“Short form is you look stunning, Mels.” Fiona says with a playful wink.
“I knew that.” Melinda says. Clyde then leans over and begins to passionately kiss Melinda. Fiona feigns gagging, as if this display of affection makes her sick to her stomach. They break the embrace and Sutter smiles warmly down at Melinda.
“This is only the beginning my love. Anything you want, I will give it to you. If you want the world, I will hand it to you on a silver platter.”
“All I want is you.” Melinda answers back lovingly.
“Ok, lovebirds, lets go…” Fiona says impatiently “...lets go before we’re kicked out of the mall for too much public display of affection.”
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November 1st, 2024
Birmingham, England
Off Camera
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Several hours have passed since their trip to the mall. Clyde Sutter is preparing to turn in for the evening at his modest home in Birmingham, England, the town he grew up in. The town where he grew up having to survive on the streets. Things have changed a lot since then. Now he has a modest place to call his own when he visits his old hometown and he even has another primary residence in North Carolina near his biological mother, Autumn Van Stanton. This is thanks in large part to the money he is earning from working for the Page Family as their hired muscle. Is it ethical work? No, but it pays well. It pays very well. And Sutter gets to spend time here in his hometown and think, mainly about his future. He does not wish to be hired muscle forever. He is a trained wrestler and a somewhat accomplished one at that. Since his brief and failed attempt in SCW he branched out and won gold elsewhere. He is a former MWE Television Champion, MWE Riot Champion, and GCW World Tag Team Champion. He has proven that he has the legitimate ability to be a success in professional wrestling if given the chance, despite what the Braddock Wrestling School may think of his methods. He has proven that he can overcome the obstacles set in front of him. Now Sutter has bigger ideas on his mind; a return to Supreme Championship Wrestling. Fatal Fortunes is coming up and that event in and of itself is like a carrot on the stick for a man like Sutter. The Assassin is a strong believer in fate an fatalism. Fate is almost like a religion to him now. Returning to SCW at a time like this where matches will be decided by fate alone is too good to be true for Clyde Sutter. It is almost like a deity is telling him that the time is right for his return. But can he make this happen? Can he make his return come to pass?
These thoughts are going through his head while Clyde sits on the bed, the dim light of a bedside lamp casting long shadows across the room. The space is elegantly furnished, with rich mahogany furniture and dark, luxurious bedding that contrasts sharply with his tousled dark hair and his relaxed, bare-chested posture. His sharp features soften slightly as the door creaks open, and the love of his life, Melinda Braddock, steps inside. She’s wearing a set of lingerie that is undeniably captivating, a combination of daring elegance and understated sensuality. The ensemble is a deep shade of emerald green, the satin fabric glistening faintly under the soft light. The bra features intricate lace detailing that extends over the cups, forming delicate floral patterns against her skin. Thin straps rest gently on her shoulders, accentuating her graceful collarbones and drawing attention to her toned upper body. The matching high-waisted garter belt hugs her waist, cinching her figure in a way that highlights her hourglass silhouette. From it, delicate straps extend downward, attached to sheer stockings that shimmer faintly as she moves. The stockings themselves are a soft black, adding a layer of mystery and contrast to the vibrant green of the lingerie. The ensemble is completed by a pair of lace-trimmed panties that leave just enough to the imagination, and a silk robe in the same emerald shade, left untied and hanging loosely over her shoulders. It flows behind her like liquid fabric as she crosses the room, her bare feet making no sound on the plush carpet. Her blonde hair falls in soft waves, slightly tousled, and her makeup is minimal but effective; just enough to accentuate her features, with a hint of gloss on her lips catching the faint light. Melinda stops at the foot of the bed, her gaze meeting Clyde’s with a mixture of playfulness and confidence.
“This is your gift…” Melinda says sensually as she slowly climbs into bed with him “...for being so good to me today.”
“I…am…” he shakes his head “...I am not worthy.”
“Can the selfless martyr act and just take me.” She winks playfully. She kisses him on the lips. “Remember how we used to sneak around in secret?”
“I do.” Sutter nods his head. “I was but a student at your mother’s wrestling school at the time. We both knew she would never have approved of our relationship.”
“She still doesn’t.” Melinda says. “Which makes this go around all the more sweet. Mom knows that we’re sleeping with me and she can’t do a damn thing about it because she’s afraid of driving me away.”
“I know the feeling of possibly driving you away all too well.” Sutter points out. “Our relationship ended the first time because my inability to control my anger drove you away. But I got help, I fixed my problems and now we are in a better place.”
“We don’t have to dwell on any of that.” Melinda shakes her head. “You made mistakes, sure, but you have more than made up for it.”
“I introduced you to drugs and nearly ruined your life.”
“Stop it.” Melinda says commandingly. “I blamed you at first but honestly, that was just as much my fault as it was yours.”
“I’m sorry, my love,” Clyde says “I just recognize how my own actions led to the end of our relationship once, how it nearly led to the end of your life, and I want to dedicate the rest of my life to atoning for my past, to making you feel like the princess…no, GODDESS that you are.”
“I’m just happy we are back together again.” Melinda kisses him on the lips again. “And you have been so good to me, but relationships should always be about giving. So if there is anything I can give to you…” she looks at her own sensual form “...other than the obvious…let me know.”
Clyde looks Melinda up and down and smirks. “Other than the obvious…yes, there might be something you can assist me with.”
“What is it?”
“My wrestling career has definitely had an upward turn since I started working for the Page family. Their influence helped me get my foot in the door at the Millennium Wrestling Enterprise and Global Championship Wrestling.”
“Yeah, I know.” Melinda chuckles. “Getting you into GCW was quite a feat, to be honest. My mom owns it and was trying her damndest to blackball you.”
“This is true. Yet I overcame the obstacles set in front of me and I have proven myself worthy as a legitimate contender, as a legitimate wrestler. I have won championships on four separate occasions. I think now may be the time…”
“Time for what, babe?”
“Time to return to Supreme Championship Wrestling.” Clyde remarks. “The Page Family has significant influence but I doubt they have enough clout to get me back into SCW. Your mother, no doubt, would try to put the bug into Mr. Desoubrais’s ear that I am bad news.”
“And you want me to cut mom off at the pass and tell her to quit being a bitch and let CHBK rehire you. Right?”
“Basically, yes.”
“I can do that.” Melinda nods her head. “But why? What’s in it for you?” She snickers. “Are you returning just to troll my mom? I fully support that if that’s the case…”
“No, not at all.” Clyde shakes his head. “Your mother and I may have our differences of opinion but one day I would like us to be on good terms. My return has nothing to do with your mother but everything to do with fate.”
“Fate…” Melinda’s eyes grow wide “...that’s right, Fatal Fortunes is coming up.”
“Yes. Fatal Fortunes is indeed coming soon and I must act quickly if my name is to be in the proverbial at for that event. It calls to me, my love. Fate itself is calling to me. The name itself, Fatal Fortunes, is like a syren’s call, beckoning for me to return. It is a sign that the time for me to return to SCW is now.”
“I think you might be a bit crazy, babe.” She kisses him on the lips. “But I’ll help you.”
“Thank you, my love.”
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Career Achievements
MWE Television Champion 2x
MWE Riot Champion 1x
GCW World Tag Team Champion 1x