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January 9th, 2025
Philadelphia, PA
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Breakdown was certainly eventful to say the least. “The British Bombshell” Glory Braddock, who is on course to defend her SCW Adrenaline Championship in Germany against the unusual and unorthodox Dexter Grant, showed up to Breakdown in Philadelphia for one reason; to confront Grant and let him know exactly what he can expect from her in Dusseldorf. Unfortunately the reigning Adrenaline Champion was interrupted by another individual who has a vested interest in Dexter Grant; Ace Marshall. In typical Ace Marshall fashion, he hijacked The British Bombshell’s time in an attempt to weasel his way into the Adrenaline Championship match in Dusseldorf. Glory has a history with Ace, they were on a victorious Trios Team together, she knows all too well how obnoxious he can be, but she is not going to allow him to just sneak into a title match he hasn’t earned. She has too much respect for the Adrenaline Title to let that happen. But at the same time she refuses to back down from a challenge. Thus next week in Arizona, she has agreed to add a stipulation to her match with Ace; if he manages to defeat her, he will be added to the Adrenaline Title Match, making it a triple threat against her and Grant. That no doubt enraged Dexter, but Glory could give a damn less about that. She is not going to allow herself to be distracted the way he is. If she can take care of both of them in one fell swoop, she will do it.
With Breakdown having concluded, The British Bombshell has left for her hotel room to stay one night before heading back home. Glory Braddock sat on the plush cream-colored sofa in the elegantly decorated hotel suite. Her golden hair cascaded in loose waves over her shoulders, catching the soft glow of the ambient lighting. Her piercing blue eyes were fixated on the large flat-screen television mounted on the opposite wall, the flickering light casting faint shadows across her flawless complexion. She was wearing a vibrant, long-sleeved purple lace top that is semi-sheer, revealing a fitted underlayer beneath it. The high neckline of the top adds an elegant and sophisticated touch. She pairs this with a black, flared skirt that is short, accentuating her legs. She is also wearing sheer black tights that add a polished and formal look to her outfit. Her footwear consists of sleek, pointed-toe navy blue high heels that complement the outfit with a subtle contrast. The overall ensemble is classy and stylish, perfect for a formal or semi-formal occasion. A pair of silver hoop earrings glinted subtly as she shifted slightly, resting her chin on her hand. Her expression was a mix of detachment and faint amusement as the replay of SCW Breakdown airs on the screen.
The suite itself was luxurious but not ostentatious, with neutral tones and modern furnishings. A glass coffee table sat before her, holding a half-full glass of red wine and a small bowl of mixed nuts. The faint hum of the city outside was muffled by thick blackout curtains drawn across the floor-to-ceiling windows, giving the room an air of serene isolation. Despite the outward calm, there was an undeniable tension in Glory’s posture; her shoulders slightly stiff, her free hand unconsciously toying with the edge of her sleeve. Her mind seemed far from the action on the screen, her thoughts wandering to matters more pressing, namely her upcoming title defense against Dexter Grant. It seems as if ever since The British Bombshell became the Adrenaline Champion after dethroning YUYO, she has become a hot target on the SCW roster. Her daughter’s boyfriend, the monster Clyde Sutter, returned at Fatal Fortunes and beat her up and beat her down. Dexter Grant is number one contender to the Adrenaline Championship, is on a huge winning streak ever since making his debut, and now has his eyes set on Braddock. Plus one of the newest members of the European Fiery Nation has been calling out The British Bombshell.
Braddock knows that her focus must be on Dexter Grant. As strange and weird as he may be, he is still a very real threat to her championship. The one advantage she has over him is that he is diverting his attention all over the place, from speaking out against social media, dealing with Ace Marshall, and of course his Adrenaline Title shot. Those distractions will only serve to help The British Bombshell, as long as she herself doesn’t get distracted. That is easier said than done. Next week on Breakdown she is scheduled to wrestle Ace Marshall, the thorn in Dexter’s side, a man whom Glory has a big history with. Defeating Ace would put a big feather in her cap and give her some much needed momentum heading into her upcoming title defense against Dexter Grant. Unfortunately, try as she might, the life of The British Bombshell and reigning SCW Adrenaline Champion is not totally without drama and distractions.
A knocking is heard at the door to her hotel suite and it immediately gets Glory’s attention. She sighs, almost as if she knows what is coming next. Braddock rises up to her feet and slowly walks to the door, unlatches it, and opens it up. She sees her oldest daughter, Melinda Braddock, standing there before her. Melinda is wearing a bold and ethereal white ensemble including a top that is a delicate bralette-style piece featuring thin spaghetti straps and intricate lace detailing that provides a soft, feminine touch. The midriff-baring design adds an element of modernity and allure. She pairs the top with voluminous, high-waisted white trousers that are unique in design. The pants feature sheer lace panels interspersed with opaque fabric, creating a dramatic and layered effect. The bottom of the trousers is gathered at the calves with wide, lace-ruffled cuffs, giving the outfit a vintage-inspired, almost whimsical feel. Her footwear consists of strappy white high heels, with delicate ankle straps that enhance the elegance of the outfit while elongating her legs.
“Evening, mother…” Melinda says with a smirk on her face. Glory sighs.
“Hi, Melinda. Is Clyde with you?”
“No, the boyfriend you despise oh so much isn’t with me.” Melinda says, her voice oozing sarcasm. “Does this mean I can come in now?”
Braddock sighs again. She nods her head and steps aside, allowing Melinda to step into the room. Glory shuts the door behind her. Melinda finds herself a seat on the comfortable leather sofa where her mother was just sitting. She sprawls out, taking up the whole area. Glory stands over her and puts her hands on her hips.
“If you don’t mind?”
Melinda chuckles as she swings her legs over and sits up. She scoots over to give her mother room. Glory sits down next to her. She picks up her glass of wine and sips it. Then she looks at her daughter.
“Want some wine?”
“No thanks, I don’t need alcohol to deal with my problems…unlike other people.”
“Oh come on, Mels.” Glory says, her frustration growing. “Why do you have to be like this?”
“I’m sorry, you’re right, alcohol isn’t the only way you handle your problems.” Melinda says, nodding her head. “You also like to go crawling to that narcissistic twat Aphrodite Noel and pretend that she’s your mother, letting her coddle you and handle your problems instead of handling them yourselves.”
“Is that why you brought Clyde back to SCW?” Glory asks sharply. “Did you do it to spite me because you hate my friendship with Aphrodite?”
“Oh so is a friendship now?” Melinda rolls her eyes. “That’s bullshit, mother.”
“Things have changed.”
“I don’t believe you.” Melinda shakes her head. “I remember all too well how close you two used to be and I remember what she did to you. You used to be fiercely independent and a unique, original person. But she changed you. Her twisted, corrupt personality changed you. Now you’re just a cookie cutter image of every other wealthy blonde bitch in the world. I used to look up to you, mom, but now…” she shakes her head “...I don’t recognize you anymore. And no…”
“No?”
“No, I didn’t bring Clyde back to SCW just to fuck with you. That was why Mason Van Stanton brought him to SCW in the first place, just to piss you off. I am above that kind of childishness.”
“You could fool me.” Glory shakes her head. “I saw how you and Clyde struck a deal with William Heaven and The Fall of Man. Seriously, Mel? That’s dangerous. Those people are not good people.”
“And Aphrodite is?” Melinda smirks. “Besides, what is it to you? Clyde isn’t doing anything wrong. I’m not doing anything wrong. And Clyde is NOT here just to piss you off or to spite you.”
“Then why is he here?” Glory asks. “You know how I feel about him. You know I think he is far too dangerous to be in a wrestling ring. Why would you bring him back?”
“Because I believe in second chances.” Melinda says, snapping back at her mother coldly. “My grandfather believed in second chances, you used to believe in second chances, and I never quit believing in second chances.”
“And you honestly believe he changed?” Glory asks. Her frustration is boiling over. Her instincts as a mother are kicking into overdrive. “Don’t you remember how he treated you? Don’t you remember what he did to you?”
“Yes, oh yes I remember.” Melinda nods her head emphatically. “He beat me. He got me addicted to drugs. But he fought hard to change his ways. He also fought to help me break my addictions. He busted his ass to earn my trust back. I gave him a chance and he proved himself. I don’t know why you won’t give him a chance.”
“Why won’t you give Aphrodite a chance?” Glory asks.
“Touche.” Melinda nods her head. “I guess we’re even.”
There is a quiet tension in the air. Neither Braddock woman, neither mother nor daughter, wishes to speak up. This is the kind of distraction that Glory Braddock is having to deal with the most. For nearly two years her relationship with her daughter has been strained. Melinda always resented Glory for her closeness to Aphrodite Noel, a woman who Glory once reverently called “mother”. Now Melinda is dating a man Glory despises in Clyde Sutter. Part of Glory suspects that she is dating him only to spite Glory herself. No one knows any of this; everyone is certainly aware of the tension between mother and daughter, but no one quite knows what the problem really is. The British Bombshell would rather keep it that way.
“Look, Mel, lets just not talk about that stuff, huh?” Glory forces a warm, pleasant smile on her face. “I mean, honestly, there’s really just those two people…Aphrodite and Clyde…that create a wedge between us. There’s so much more we have in common, you know?”
“In other words you wanna change the subject? Avoid the hard topics?” Melinda chuckles. “Fair enough. That’s par for the course for you lately.”
“Damn it, Melinda!” Glory’s frustration has finally boiled over into anger. “I am not trying to be a pain in the ass! I’m trying to look after you! I worry about you…” she sighs “...and not just when it comes to Clyde…”
“Oh you mean the stalker?” Melinda asks. Glory silently and slowly nods her head. This is another distraction that Glory has been keeping quiet about, a distraction that she has kept closely hidden, known only to her closest family. Over the past several weeks, ever since right before Fatal Fortunes, she has received two gifts from an unknown sender, one sent to the Braddock Wrestling School in London, England and the other to her home in Miami, Florida. As if that weren’t strange enough, her husband, Kurt, has been receiving strange phone calls at the house. No one ever speaks when the phone is answered, only heavy breathing. The British Bombshell did not want to think that this was a stalker; she just hoped that it would turn out to be some fan of the Braddock family. But the longer this goes on, the idea of this being an obsessed fan is looking to be a longshot. More and more the idea of this being a stalker, or worse, is starting to become more of a reality. It scares Glory Braddock to think that someone is getting this close to her family and she has no power to stop them.
Melinda looks closely into her mother’s eyes. She can sense the fear there, the concern. The awkward tension, the anger that was once there between them immediately seeps away. Melinda inches closer to her mother and wraps an arm around her shoulders in an attempt to comfort her.
“It’s ok, mom. Everything will be fine.” She says. “We’ll get through this together.”
“You sound like Kurt.” Glory chuckles. “I’m sure he’s just saying that to calm me down.”
“Is it working?” Melinda asks with a playful grin.
“No, but thanks for trying.”
“Hey, anything to help.” Melinda says. “Uh, have those strange calls continued?”
“According to Kurt, yes.” Glory answers with a nod of her head. “And I speak to him every day.”
“Maybe you should have him travel with you?”
“Kurt offered but I don’t know.” Glory shrugs her shoulders. “Dawn is safe with Julia, but still that would leave the home completely empty and vulnerable if anyone wanted to break in and do who knows what.”
“Fair enough.” Melinda nods her head. “Besides, you have Clyde.”
“Mel, I…”
“No, listen. You may not trust him but he loves me, he is fiercely protective of me. If I asked, he would be just as fiercely protective of you against whoever this creepy ass stalker may be.” Melinda takes her mother’s hand and squeezes it tightly. “Get over your pride and accept help, mother.”
“I’ll think about it.” Glory smiles. “Thanks.”
“Of course. You realize I do love you.”
“I love you too, Mel.” They embrace in a tight, loving hug. This is the first warm, touching moment they have had in a long time. After breaking the embrace Melinda continues down this awkward and difficult topic.
“So what are your theories about who or what could be behind this?”
“Organized crimes ranks right up there as my number one suspect.” The British Bombshell says instantly. They tried to weasel their way into my company before on behalf of their biggest financial donor, Matthew Alan.”
“Him again?” Melinda looks genuinely surprised and skeptical. “I mean, I understand; he was convicted of being involved with organized crime in the past. He’s in prison for it right now. But that’s the thing…do you really think he’s that crazy to try and come after you, to target you, from behind bars?”
“I wouldn’t put anything past him.” Glory says firmly. “And I am going to have a meeting with his sister to find out.”
“Just be careful, ok?”
“I promise.” Glory answers. “You be careful too. Speaking of which, have you been targeted?”
“You mean strange phone calls?” Melinda shakes her head. “No, can’t say that I have.”
“So you have received nothing? No gifts, no calls, nothing?”
“No…” Melinda stops and then furrows her brow “...well, there was this one thing…”
“What?”
“This…” Melinda produces a small envelope and hands it to Glory “...Clyde received this from a stranger who recognized him as ‘Braddock’s husband,’ now its easy to mistake a husband for a boyfriend, but we both agree that whoever this was really meant for YOU to get this, not me.”
“What is it?”
“No clue.” Melinda shrugs her shoulders. “I haven’t opened it.”
“Then let’s find out together.” Glory wastes no time tearing into the envelope. She immediately reaches inside and pulls out its contents; a simple letter. Glory reads the letter. Her facial features go from scared to anger in an instant. Melinda notices this and is instantly concerned.
“What is it, mother?”
“It says…” Glory sighs “...it says… ‘did you like the gift?’”
“Gift?”
“That’s not all.” Glory produces a small photograph of her husband Kurt with their daughter, Melinda’s sister Dawn. She hands it to Melinda. “This photo was with the letter.”
“My God…” Melinda studies the letter and the photo “...they’re getting close. Really close.”
“I know.” Glory’s face is red with rage. “I’m not going to let this go on much longer. I’m going to find out who is behind this and put an end to it. And it starts with me having a nice long talk with Aurora Alan.”
“You really think the Alan family is behind this?”
“I don’t know.” Glory shrugs her shoulders. “But I have no other ideas and that’s as good a place as any to start.”
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January 13th, 2025
Charlotte, NC
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The main office area at the corporate headquarters of Glorious Global Enterprises is practically empty today, no one is here except for one lone secretary; a young brunette woman sitting at her desk. The office walls are painted a neutral light gray, creating a calm atmosphere, with one accent wall featuring a deep navy tone to add depth. Large windows line one side, allowing natural light to flood the space during the day, with motorized blinds that can be adjusted for privacy or to reduce glare. The floor is covered in sleek, light oak laminate, complementing the minimalist style of the furniture. A large desk, made of a polished wood surface with steel legs, sits in the center of the room. The desk is equipped with a dual-monitor setup, a wireless keyboard and mouse, and a sleek docking station for a laptop. Desk organizers keep pens, notebooks, and office supplies tidy, while a small potted plant adds a touch of greenery. To the side of the desk, there’s a comfortable ergonomic chair upholstered in black mesh fabric, offering both style and support. A secondary seating area with a mid-century modern loveseat and a small round table sits by the window, perfect for informal meetings or brainstorming sessions. A soft area rug anchors this corner, and a floor lamp provides warm lighting for the evenings. The walls feature subtle, motivational artwork and a large whiteboard, currently filled with colorful notes, ideas, and diagrams. Opposite the windows, a sleek mounted television can be used for presentations or video calls, adding a professional touch to the room. The secretary seems to be a little apprehensive, curious as to what is about to happen. The secretary’s attention is suddenly drawn as she hears someone entering the office space. It is none other than her boss…the big boss herself, Glory Braddock. Glory Braddock is wearing a tailored pink business suit that consists of a fitted blazer and a matching skirt. The blazer is neatly buttoned, emphasizing her polished and meticulous appearance. The skirt is modestly short, falling just above the knee, adding a modern and fashionable touch to her ensemble. She pairs the suit with sheer black stockings and sleek black heels. Her blonde hair is styled neatly, falling in soft layers that frame her face.
“Ms. Brown…”
“Yes, Ms. Braddock?” The secretary says quietly. She can tell that her employer is a little on edge today and doesn’t want to say the wrong thing.
Is everything prepared?”
“Uh, yes, of course.” The secretary points to the door behind her. “Ms. Alan has arrived.”
“Does she know anything?”
“Nothing.” The secretary sighs. “And, quite frankly, neither do I.”
“Good.” Glory says pointedly. “You don’t need to know anything and believe me, you’re better off not knowing.”
Glory Braddock walks right on past the secretary’s desk and enters through the door and into her office, her very own office here in Charlotte. She doesn’t visit Charlotte, or her corporate headquarters, that often and thus the office itself is minimalist in terms of decor. It has large windows in the background revealing a city skyline. A large desk dominates the room, its surface sparsely adorned with only a few essential items. Several chairs surround the desk, all ergonomic, with clean lines that complement the overall contemporary style. The bright yet neutral tones of the office provide a perfect backdrop. Sitting there at the head of the desk in the most comfortable of chairs is none other than Aurora Alan, youngest sister of the three Alan family siblings who founded this company that Glory now owns. Braddock stops and folds her arms over her chest, staring judgingly at Aurora.
“That’s my seat.”
“I’m sorry, your majesty.” Aurora says sarcastically. “You summoned me on such short notice, I felt I could sit wherever I wanted.”
“You can’t.” Glory says. “Please move.”
Aurora sighs as she gets up and moves over to the next chair over. Then The British Bombshell makes her way over to the head of the desk and sits down. She crosses her legs and stares down Aurora. The Alan family heiress stares down The British Bombshell right back, not willing to back down. The tense silence is eventually broken when Aurora finally speaks.
“So…what is this about? I mean, you have made it clear on more than one occasion that you really don’t like North Carolina. Hell, you tried to convince the Board of Directors to move the company to Miami.”
“It would have made things easier for me.” Glory points out.
“Still, the point is that you hate this city and rarely visit. On top of that, I know how much you dislike and distrust me.”
“It has nothing to do with like or dislike…I just can’t trust you.”
“Whatever you say, Glory.” Aurora shrugs her shoulders. “I just know you sold a solid chunk of your stock to Aphrodite Noel…a known con artist, scum…and all of it knowing that she would have more influence than me, knowing that she would keep me from having any say over the company that my family founded. It is obvious that you do not like me, you do not like this city, and yet here we are, together, in this city. Needless to say, I am confused and I am curious as to what this is all about.”
“You should stop the sarcasm, Aurora.” Glory fires back quickly. “This is serious…possibly for us both.”
“Fine.” Aurora responds coldly. “I’m all ears.”
“Look, I allowed you to retain a fifteen percent stock in this company and a vote on the Board of Directors out of respect for your family’s past contributions to this family. So don’t try making me into an enemy. Yes, I went to great lengths to limit your influence, but that is because I know all too well about your brother’s connections to organized crime. It nearly ruined me, it nearly ruined this company. I would rather not go through that again.”
“Yes, that was my brother not me. Later my sister admittedly picked up on the family business. Again, not me. I have been fully cooperative with you and the authorities. Hell, you said yourself a year ago that you trusted that I was not involved with my brother’s crime syndicate.” Aurora pauses for a moment. “Where exactly are you going with this?” Aurora asks studying Braddock intensely.
“I want to believe that you wouldn’t be involved in your brother’s criminal activities. Still, I’m worried that he or your sister might be up to something.”
“And you think I know about it?”
“You’re my only lead.” Glory shrugs her shoulders.
“What would I have to gain?” She asks. “Hell, I don’t even know what you’re talking about. You’re still being too damn vague and cryptic.”
“Then let me spell it out.” Glory says, her voice growing more intense and determined. “I am the target of a stalker.”
“A stalker?”
“Yes…I’ve been receiving strange phone calls. I have received strange gifts. I even received photographs of my children from some anonymous sender.” Glory’s strong front is starting to crack and her nerves are beginning to show. “Someone is getting way too damn close to me, Aurora, and it scares the shit out of me.”
“I…I had…” Aurora shakes her head “...I had no idea, I am so sorry. But my brother, and anyone else in my family for that matter, none of us is behind it.”
“Are you sure?” Glory asks insistently, almost sounding desperate now. “I need to know who might be targeting me and my family and honestly, your brother certainly would have a lot to gain in getting me out of the way. You know he still despises me for taking this company.”
“Yes, he does still hold a grudge.” Aurora nods her head. “But he has fallen out of favor with his criminal pals. He and my sister no longer have any means to target you.”
“You’re telling the truth?”
“Of course I am.” Aurora says. Glory stares deep into her eyes. Finally Glory sighs and shakes her head.
“I guess that was a dead end. Sorry for dragging you here for this, Aurora.”
“Don’t apologize.” Aurora shakes her head. “Your concern is understandable, and considering everything my brother and sister has done to you in the past, how their criminal organization targeted you in the past, it is perfectly logical for you to want to interrogate me.”
“But I was rude about it…” she weakly smiles “...I’m sorry.”
“Like I said, no apology is needed. But if there is anything else I can do to help…” her voice trails off. Glory shakes her head.
“I’m not sure you can help. I mean, if it has nothing to do with your brother then I really have no idea who or what this is about.” Glory’s face grows more concerned. “I just have to be extra cautious, extra careful, and watch my back…and watch out for my family.”
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January 16th, 2025
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We are outdoors in a park. There are large trees in the background and a park bench along a path. A few moments later we see the SCW Adrenaline Champion, “The British Bombshell” Glory Braddock, entering the scene from the right. She is wearing a fitted, long-sleeved dress in a striking shade of deep purple. The dress is crafted from a lace material that is both intricate and delicate, creating a visually captivating texture. The high neckline adds a modest yet fashionable touch, while a subtle cutout detail at the chest introduces a hint of allure without compromising the overall sophistication of the outfit. The lace fabric extends over the long sleeves, giving them a sheer and lightweight appearance, showcasing the fine floral patterns of the material. The bodice is tailored to hug her frame, highlighting her slender silhouette. The dress ends at mid-thigh with a scalloped lace hemline. She pairs the dress with sheer black tights, which add a layer of sophistication and complement the rich purple hue of the dress. She completes her look with a pair of sleek black high-heeled shoes, which have a glossy finish. Her blonde, shoulder-length hair styled in loose waves, framing her face beautifully. Her makeup is flawless and understated, enhancing her natural beauty. She wears a warm smile that radiates confidence and charm. She sits down on the bench and crosses her legs. The SCW Adrenaline Championship belt, which she carried with her, she sets down next to her.
“Just to make something perfectly clear, I knew from the moment that I won this Adrenaline Championship that a target would immediately be on my back. Needless to say there has been a never ending stream of people ready, willing, and able to kick my ass ever since…Clyde Sutter made his return at my expense on Fatal Fortunes. Dexter Grant became number one contender and wants his piece at Dusseldorf. Apparently that’s neither Fiery European who wants to fight me just for the sake of fighting me. And as of that wasn’t enough, now an old friend has decided to stick his nose in my business.” Braddock waves playfully at the camera.
“Hi, Ace. It’s been quite awhile, hasn’t it? If I recall, the last time we had any dealings with one another was when we won Trios with David Helms. I remember how obnoxious you were, how annoyed I was with you, it took every bit of my will power not to kick your ass right then and there, but I swallowed my pride because I knew we needed to work together to win Trios. I knew we needed to be on the same page. But damn did you get on my nerves, Ace, but looking back after all those years I know now why you annoyed me so damn much. All of your goofiness, your childish antics, all of it reminds me of myself and how I used to act back in my first few years as a professional wrestler. We’re not all that different, Ace. Despite how things may appear, I do have a funny bone, I do enjoy a good practical joke. The difference between you and I is that I matured. I have grown. Now I sit here as a former seventeen time World Champion. I sit here as the reigning SCW Adrenaline Champion and Supreme Champion. I sit here and I can definitively say that I am The Best in the World and there is nothing that gets past me, nothing that can fool me, and your games cannot fool me.” Braddock shakes her head.
“See, Ace, I know exactly what you were trying to pull on Breakdown. You don’t really give a damn about the Adrenaline Championship. Sure, adding another achievement to your resume never hurts. It’s extra money in the pocket which no sane individual would turn down. Maybe being Adrenaline Champion can allow you to buy Sophie something nice, huh? But the title isn’t why you are trying to stick your nose into my business. What you really want…or rather WHO you really want…is Dexter Grant. Tell me I’m wrong, Ace. Tell me I’m lying. You can’t because I am right. All you care about is sticking it to Dexter. You just want to piss him off by ruining his chance of becoming Adrenaline Champion. Unfortunately for you, in doing so, you are also threatening my own chances. Do you think I would just willingly let you into the triple threat, willingly decrease my chances of winning and retaining to just one third, do you really think I would just willingly do all of that without making you earn it?” The British Bombshell taps the title belt that sets next to her on the bench.
“I respect this championship too much to allow you to use it as a means to piss off Dexter. Many greats of this company have busted their asses to elevate the title, to make it mean something, to make it respectable. And I am proud to carry it. I am proud to defend this championship. I am not going to let just anyone weasel their way into contention without earning it. Hell, as obnoxious as he is, as annoying as he is, at least Dexter can claim to have earned a shot at this title, which is more than you can say, Ace. So if you want a shot, if you want to weasel your way into this match so you can piss him off, you have to earn it. No games, no jokes, you are going to have to earn your way into this match by wrestling and defeating the best in the world. If you want this title, if you want your chance to annoy Dexter in Dusseldorf, then you have to go through me.” Glory shakes her head. “What that means, Ace, is that you are going to have to wait your turn. You are going to have to sit on the sidelines in Dusseldorf and watch me humble Dexter, watch me be the person who chokes him out in from of the world. Because you are not going to beat me and you are not going to get added to the match. I know you love to turn everything on its head, I know you love to shock the system, but that won’t happen this time. You don’t get what you want because of your antics and games, Ace. I am going to humble you, then I am going to humble Dexter Grant BY MYSELF in Dusseldorf. After that, Dexter is all yours.” She picks up the Adrenaline Title belt. “And this will remain MINE…all MINE…and neither one of you can do anything about it.”
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