Clyde Sutter vs. Ryan LeCavalier*

[Konrad Raab]

2 RP Limit for singles

3500 Word Limit Per RP

Deadline: SATURDAY, February 15, 2025 (Show will take place Sunday)

*The asterisk reflects that whomever is TV Champion will be defending their title

[The Assassin]

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February 3rd, 2025
Miami, Florida
Off Camera
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Dogfight in Dusseldorf did not go the way Clyde Sutter had hoped. The Assassin is a man who believes firmly in the hand of fate, but fate on this occasion was not on his side. Not only did he fail in his task to defeat Adam Brock, but he was also rocked to his very core with the unexpected arrival of his sister, Lilith Sutter in Dusseldorf. The Assassin has had a problem with his sister lately. She has constantly reached out, constantly harassed him in an attempt to convince him to drop everything and join her. The problem for Clyde is that Lilith represents everything wrong about his past. She represents a past and bad, painful memories that he would much rather forget. He cannot forget, at least not as long as she continues to pursue him. It is impossible to forget about his painful past as long as she continues to show up in his life, as long as she continues to harass him. What’s worse is that he knows the harassment will only begin to impact him in the worst of ways. One could argue the unexpected arrival of his sister while he was in Dusseldorf caused him to lose focus and led to his downfall to Adam Brock. Sutter will never say as much, because hs isn’t the type to make excuses. But he has to ask, would things have been different had he not been rocked to his core by his sister?

There are other concerns for The Assassin; namely his rage and anger. Every single time that Lilith has reached out to him, either by phone, text, or face to face, he felt his anger start to boil over. He had worked so very hard to control his temper and to focus and channel his anger. Yet with each visit from his sister, he feels himself losing control more and more. This is what scares him the most; what if he does eventually lose control? He already knows the answer. If he loses control he risks losing everything…his career with SCW and the new family he has built with his biological mother and his girlfriend, his beloved Melinda Braaddock. Sutter will not risk any of this coming to pass. He will do anything to make sure that his anger, his rage are all in check. He cannot let his sister get under his skin. He cannot let her win. This is why Clyde has decided to go to the one person who he feels might be able to help him; his therapist.

We open inside of a brightly lit room, a stark contrast to the man sitting in this room who is typically all doom and gloom; that would be Clyde Sutter. The Assassin has a deep, contemplative expression on his face as he gazes upward into nothingness. He has a neatly trimmed beard and his dark hair is pulled back into a small bun. His outfit consists of a stylish black leather jacket with silver zippers, a white button-up shirt underneath, and fitted black pants. His hands are clasped together in front of him, resting on his lap in a relaxed but intentional posture. He sits on a simple black chair, with his legs slightly spread apart, his feet planted firmly on the ground. The floor beneath him has a textured, patterned carpet, adding depth to the setting. There is another chair, matching the one Sutter himself sits in, that is perpendicular to him. That chair is empty for now, but not for long. The Assassin can hear footsteps approaching from just outside the door. He doesn’t bother to turn his head to greet the soon to be visitor. He just waits calmly, patiently, as the door eventually opens up. In walks the psychiatrist, Dr. Evelyn Carter. She has shoulder length brown hair and is wearing a tailored nay-blue blazer over a soft pastel silk blouse. A delicate silver necklace rests just below her collarbone. She pairs her blazer with a knee-length skirt, and low-heeled shoes.

“Good afternoon, Clyde.” Dr. Carter says in her typically upbeat and cheerful tone. Sutter still does not bat an eye, but he does acknowledge her with a nod of the head.

“Ms. Carter…”

“It has been quite a long time since our last session, Clyde.” She takes a look at the notes she brought into the room with her, studying them closely. “Four months?”

“That sounds right.”

“And if I recall, we began this treatment by seeing each other once a month to treat your severe anger management issues. You made excellent progress, so much so that we both felt comfortable enough making our sessions less frequent. Now we only see each other every six months.

“Correct.”

“That’s what I thought.” Evelyn sighs and her cheerful facade drops, indicating that she is a little nervous about her patient’s visit. “So I have to ask, why did you insist on another session now when you are not due for another two months?”

Clyde is noticeably uncomfortable with this whole situation, which shows with how he moves around in the chair. He doesn’t like therapists. He doesn’t like psychiatrists. He believes that they are making money simply by telling him how he feels. It is a scam, in his mind. But Sutter also is fully aware that Melinda Braddock may not trust him if he were to cease seeing this psychiatrist and he will do anything for Melinda, the love of his life. In this case, he needs to see the psychiatrist because certain events have begun to unfold that might cause this ‘progress’ he has made to fall apart.

“It is…complicated…” Sutter answers slowly.

“It may be complicated but I am certain we can get to the bottom of this together.” She says, her cheerful smile returning to her face. “So let’s begin with your wrestling career. I heard you got a new job, correct?”

“Yes.” Clyde says, an uncharacteristic smile of his own forming on his face. “It took my beloved pulling some strings but I got another contract with Supreme Championship Wrestling. A second chance is rare.”

“It is very rare!” She says excitedly. “I am proud of you, Clyde! How have things gone?”

“I will not pretend that everything has been perfect. My return has had its good times and some bad. Still, I am with SCW, where I wanted to be from the beginning, and despite losing my most recent match in Germany to Adam Brock, I am in an overall upward trajectory. My next match is for the Television Championship against a woman named Ryan. Ryan LeCavalier.” He smirks. “Her fate is sealed.”

“Well I am pleased that you got your job back in SCW and that you are right where you feel you belong. And a title match to boot! That must make you feel wonderful!”

“It is pleasing to see that my hard work is paying off and that management can see how valuable I am.” Sutter remarks quietly. Evelyn scribbles a few notes on her notepad. Then she looks back up at Sutter to ask him another question.

“So, what about your personal relationships? How have they been progressing?”

“I have gotten closer with my biological mother and her husband.”

“Wonderful!”

“We shall see.” Sutter sighs. “But most importantly, I have the love of my life, Melinda Braddock.”

“Ah yes, the girlfriend.” Dr. Carter winks. “I recall you felt strongly for her. How is that relationship going?”

“It is going remarkably well.” He says, nodding his head. “I am very lucky to have her back in my life.”

“Ok, then…” Evelyn furrows her brow out of curiosity “...that all sounds great, Clyde, but, uh, I don’t see anything bad here. Or maybe I should rephrase that, huh? I don’t see anything that has upset your progress, nothing that would warrant you coming back to see me two months early.”

“How astute you are, Ms. Carter…” Clyde chuckles softly as he adjusts himself in his seat, sitting up with his elbows on his knees and his head resting in his hands as he stares across at her “...an unexpected development has come up, one that it is not welcome because it threatens everything that I have achieved in these sessions.”

“This sounds serious.” Dr. Carter responds, her cheerful demeanor once more giving way to a more serious tone. “Tell me…what’s wrong?”

“It is my sister.” Clyde answers simply. “She has returned to my life.”

“Your sister?” Evelyn grins. “What’s so bad about your sister, Clyde?”

You do NOT understand!” The Assassin exclaims in a bout of rage. Evelyn is taken aback but not overly surprised. She is used to these outbursts in her profession. She is able to maintain her composure and professionalism.

“Mr. Sutter…” she begins calmly “...tell me more about your sister.”

“Yes…that would be best. My apologies for that outburst. It’s just that Lilith…my sister…she can be very upsetting.”

“What exactly has she done to upset you?”

“Here mere presence alone is enough to upset me, Ms. Carter.” Clyde remarks with a low growl. “She reminds me too much of my father.”

“I apologize, Clyde, but didn’t you tell me in one of our previous sessions that you were an orphan and you never met your father?”

“Correct.” He nods his head. “But I have been told plenty about the kind of man he was and the stories I have heard offend me, they nauseate me.” Sutter shakes his head. “I do not wish to be anything like my father.”

“I suspect there is a connection here between your father and your sister.” Dr. Carter scribbles some more notes on her pad. “Tell me more.”

“My father, Ethan Sutter, was a soulless individual. He was also crazy and I mean that in every sense of the word, Ms. Carter. He was so damn crazy that he joined a cult, rose in its ranks to eventually become its leader.” He shakes his head. “And he never gave a damn about anyone or anything else but that damned cult.”

“Where exactly does your sister fit in?” Evelyn asks. “Is she still a member of this cult?”

“No.” He shakes his head. “It mostly fell apart long ago but my sister is in charge of whatever remains of it. She has changed it considerably.”

“Changed it into what?”

“I do not know.” Clyde shrugs his shoulders. “What concerns me is that she wants me to join her. She wants me to help her with what she mockingly calls…the family business.”

“I see.”

“I do not want anything to do with my sister!” Clyde starts to raise his voice again. “I do not want to be a part of that organization, even if it isn’t the same cult it once was. I do not want anything to do with my past! But Lilith will not go away…”

“I believe I see the problem. You want to start over. You want a clean slate.”

“Yes!” Clyde says, sighing with a hint of relief. “You understand me!”

“I understand your desire to start over but unfortunately things are never that easy, especially not when it comes to family, and from the sounds of things your sister is very persistent.”

“You have no idea how persistent she is…” Clyde says quietly.

“You may want to start fresh but you just cannot ignore your past and you cannot ignore your family. You will have to confront your demons if you truly want to heal from the past.”

“You make it sound very easy, Ms. Carter.” Clyde remarks, shaking his head. “But you have no idea how dangerous my sister is. I do not wish to put my beloved, my Melinda, at risk.”

“She is dangerous?” The psychiatrist asks. Clyde nods his head.

“Yes.”

“Then once she makes a threat against you, against Melinda, or anyone else close to you, go to the authorities and you can get a restraining order. I still firmly believe confronting her and your past is the healthiest thing to do but if safety is the concern, then you should talk to the authorities, not to me.”

“That’s the problem.” Sutter sighs. “Lilith is smart. Too smart.”

“She hasn’t done anything yet that would make a judge grant you a restraining order, has she?”

“You are indeed very astute.” Sutter nods his head. “Correct, she has not.”

“I have to be astute. It’s part of my job.” Evelyn winks. “Like I said, you may have to bite the bullet and confront her. It may be the only way to make her go away. Until then you must continue your practices of meditation and other healthy ways of releasing your anger. I know your sister is a problem right now but you cannot let her undo everything you have worked for.”

“That’s why I came, hoping you could help.” Sutter sighs and shakes his head. “Unfortunately I just heard what I already knew…”

“Well we can return to once a month sessions if you wish…until your business with your sister is taken care of?”

“I will consider it but hopefully that will not be necessary.” The Assassin stands up. “I am certain I can contain my anger…for Melinda’s sake.”

“And your sister?”

“My sister…” he growls “...she will be safe as long as she does not provoke me.”

“Clyde, please sit.” Dr. Carter says quietly but firmly. Sutter pauses for a moment before reluctantly sitting back down. She nods her head. “Very good. I know that your sister is causing you grief right now, but those kinds of harsh…threatening even…those words are not healthy.”

“It’s the truth.”

“But they’re threatening.” She remarks. “You literally just said your sister is safe as long as she does not provoke you. How can I know that you will control yourself? How can I be certain that you will be able to contain your temper, to keep it in check?”

“I have kept myself in check thus far, have I not?” Clyde asks; he is beginning to sound frustrated.

“Yes, you have, but you have admitted that your sister is getting under your skin. How far can she push you before you are provoked? How much can you take before you lose your cool?”

“I see…” Sutter sighs and shakes his head “...all I can do is promise that I can keep my temper in check. Did you watch my performance in Dusseldorf? I did not lose control, despite the loss.”

“Yes, I saw, and while that is promising, I still cannot just take you at your word.” She sighs. “I would feel better if I prescribed you a very mild antidepressant.”

“Medication?” He snarls. He can feel the anger start to boil over again but he catches himself and calms himself down. “I haven’t…I haven’t been put on medication while under your care. I would rather not…with my past, especially involving drug abuse, I just would feel better if you gave me a chance to continue handling this on my own without medication.”

“There’s no shame in taking medication for your condition, Clyde.”

“It isn’t about shame.” He shakes his head. “Well…maybe part of it is shame. I have done so well and made so much progress on my own without the drugs, without medication. Knowing that I had to resort to that all because my sister got the better of me, because she got into my head,” he sighs “I would feel awful.”

He locks eyes with Evelyn Carter. This intimidating, imposing figure now feels very small as he is almost pleading with her not to put him on medication. It is a pride situation for him. His problem is with his sister and he doesn’t want to have to go on medication to control his anger simply because his sister has driven him to it. But his fate is not in his hands, it is in the hands of his psychiatrist. Finally, after a tense pause, the doctor nods her head.

“Very well…against my better judgment I will let you continue as you were for now.”

“Thank you.” Sutter says, breathing a sigh of relief.

“You’re not off the hook yet.” She says authoritatively. “If you won’t go on medication then we need to start having more frequent sessions. I understand you have a busy schedule with SCW, we can work around it. It doesn’t have to be a regular monthly thing. Just whenever you can make time to visit, then by all means do so. Even if we have to do a zoom call, someway to keep each other updated. Is that ok with you, Clyde?”

“Yes, that is fine.” He nods his head.

[The Assassin]

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February 10th, 2025
London, England
Off Camera
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It has been a week since Clyde Sutter had an emergency visit with his psychiatrist and therapist Dr. Evelyn Carter. Sutter felt the session was necessary due to fear, and for those who know him know that very little frightens him. Yet lately, with the emergence of his sister Lilith Sutter, and her constant harassment of him, her constant attempts to persuade him to drop everything and join her in the ‘family business’, has gotten to Clyde. He has been on edge, not knowing when or where she will show up next. This frustration, this harassment, all of it has further given Sutter cause for concern regarding his anger issues. He had went to great lengths to conquer his demons, to learn how to channel his temper, that rage that had once driven him. He did it all to win back the love of his life, Melinda Braddock. But if Lilith Sutter pushes his buttons, if she pushes him too far, Clyde fears that he may lose control. He fears that may let his rage take over and if that happens, he has no idea what will occur. He knows he needs to find peace, somewhere he can feel safe. And he does feel comfortable in his home nation of England. He has decided to take his girlfriend Melinda and her adopted sister Fiona Logan to visit their old stomping grounds, the same place that trained all three of them at one point in their careers: the Braddock Wrestling School.

This is a strange feeling for the imposing figure known as Clyde Sutter as he stands just across the threshold, inside the main gym area of the Braddock Wrestling School. It brings back mixed feelings; it reminds him of his uncontrollable rage, for he got kicked out of this school by the school’s owner, Glory Braddock, for being too violent, too vicious, and too brutal. At the same time he would never have got his start in professional wrestling had it not been for this place and he would never have met the love of his life had it not been for this place. The gym area includes gray walls with peeling paint, a black rubberized floor, and various pieces of exercise equipment neatly arranged throughout the space. A large mirror on the left reflects the gym’s interior, making the space appear even larger. A row of dumbbells sits on a multi-tiered rack, with weight plates and additional gym machines visible in the background. Sutter is wearing a black sleeveless tank top, light gray sweatpants, and black athletic shoes. Melinda stands to his right, wearing a tight-fitting olive green long-sleeve crop top and high-waisted gray leggings with white horizontal stripes around her thighs. Her outfit is paired with white sneakers. To Sutter’s left is Fiona Logan. Unlike Clyde and Melinda, Fiona is not dressed for a workout. She is wearing torn denim jeans, black boots, a black crop top, and a black leather jacket.

“Feels good to be home.” Melinda smirks as she looks up at Clyde. He is staring straight ahead, unblinking, emotionless. “I bet this brings back some great memories.”

“It certainly brings back memories, my love. Not all of them are pleasant.” He turns his attention back to Melinda and finally a smile crosses his face. “Those that involve you are the pleasant ones.”

“You had such a reputation for being a bad boy.” Melinda remarks. “The coaches would have you spar with the other students and you beat the crap out of every one of them. Then the coaches would try to teach you a lesson and you would hurt them too.”

“I know.” He nods his head. “It is what got me kicked out of this place.”

“It’s also what first brought us together.” She winks playfully. “I wanted to follow in my mother’s footsteps but she was so damn controlling and overprotective. She did not want to train me. But then I heard about you and how she kicked you out and for what? Doing what is expected of you? That’s what this business is about; hurting people. You and I were a lot alike. We were both victims of the same person…my mother.”

“Oh come now, my love. Your mother is not as bad you make her out to be. She did eventually grow to accept our relationship.”

“Reluctantly…” she rolls her eyes “...and let’s face it, she only decided to accept us because she knows that she is dead to me if she tries to break us up.”

“She would never do such a thing.” Clyde steps further into the gym. He approaches the weights. He bends over and picks one up. He smiles pleasantly, as if all of this feels right, it feels perfect. He then sets it back down on the floor. Melinda and Fiona approach, joining him.

“I remember this too.” Melinda sighs. “But I preferred the sparring sessions myself.”

“That is your mother’s preferred training method as well.” Sutter remarks. “You and your mother are indeed a lot alike. And I will forever be grateful to her for giving this world you.” He kisses her on the lips. Fiona makes a gagging sound.

“Quit it will ya? That’s nauseating.” She remarks. Melinda and Clyde turn their attention to Fiona.

“You should get a boyfriend, Fiona.” Melinda teases. “It might not be so nauseating then.”

“Oh it would still be nauseating. I would just be able to nauseate you two.” Fiona walks over to a nearby weight lifting bench and sits down. “But go on, don’t mind me. Fondle with each other.”

“We’re not fondling, Fiona.” Melinda says with a smirk. Clyde then chuckles softly to himself as he approaches Melinda and takes her into his arms.

“Oh I don’t know. We could…”

“Oh yeah?”

“It is not lost on me, the irony that is, of how your mother kicked me out of this school and yet here I am standing here in this same institution, and not only am I allowed to be here, recognized as a former student, but I am now having sex with the daughter of the same woman who kicked me out.”

“TMI!” Fiona exclaims, again making a gagging noise. Sutter and Melinda chuckle to themselves.

“Perhaps we should give your sister a break?”

“Yeah, maybe.” Melinda shrugs. “Besides we did come here for a reason didn’t we? And it isn’t just to take in the atmosphere.”

“This is true.” Clyde nods his head in agreement. He finds another weight lifting bench. First he puts the weights in position on the barbell, arranging the weight to his liking. He then gets down in position on the bench and begins to lift, ever so slowly as not to pull a muscle or to hurt himself before his match on Breakdown one week from now. Melinda watches on with a proud smile.

“Good job, babe. Keep it up. You gotta put that LeCavalier in the ground on Breakdown.”

“What is she supposed to be anyway?” Fiona chimes in. “Last Monarch? Lost Monarch?”

“Does it matter?” Clyde says, grunting through his weight lifting. “She is my next opponent. That is all I need to know and that means her fate is sealed.”

“That sounds great, babe, but save that enthusiasm for the cameras. Ok?” Melinda says winking playfully.

“The cameras…?” Sutter remarks in a scoffing tone “...does it really matter what I say to the masses? All that matters is fate. All that matters is what fate has dictated will happen when she and I meet in the ring. Will she survive? Only if fate allows her to…otherwise I will tear her damn head off.”

“Wow!” Melinda seems genuinely impressed. “I do like the sound of that! But again, save it for Breakdown.”

“That is precisely why I am here, my love. I am here to prepare for Breakdown…” he gently sets the barbell back down and then sits up, staring at Melinda “...and to get away.”

“Get away from what?” Melinda looks confused, bewildered.

“It’s nothing.” The Assassin shakes his head. Still, he feels off. This doesn’t feel right. Something feels wrong. “Did anyone follow us? Does anyone know we are here?”

“Uh, Clyde, my man,” Fiona begins slowly, her own voice seeming to indicate a bit of confusion mixed with concern “only Mels’s aunt Julia knows we’re here.”

“Are you certain?” His eyes are wider now. He almost seems panicked.

“Yeah…” Fiona nods her head “...and uh, you’re sounding a little paranoid. You know?”

“I’m not paranoid.” Clyde shakes his head.

“Actually, babe,” Melinda cautiously approaches Clyde and rests a hand on his massive shoulder “I kind of agree with Fiona. You are sounding a little paranoid. What’s wrong?”

“It’s nothing…” his voice cracks and trails off. Melinda can tell immediately that he is lying.

“Be honest. What is wrong? Let me help you.”

“I would rather not pull you into this, my love.” He remarks, shaking his head. “It safer if you didn’t know.”

“Well it’s too late because I am already involved.” Melinda remarks quickly. “You and I are on this ride together through thick and thin, good and bad, that’s what love is all about. So tell me, what is going on? What is so bad that you are acting so damn strange?”

The Assassin is still reluctant to say anything. He does not want to involve her in this. Still, Melinda is insistent. He sighs and nods his head. He gives in. “Very well. My sister came to visit.”

“That bitch who insulted me back in Birmingham?!” Melinda’s eyes are fierce with an angry glare. “When? Where?!”

“Dusseldorf.” He says matter-of-factly. “She knew we would be there for the SCW event and she stopped by our hotel room while you were out with your mother.”

“Wait, what?!” Melinda sounds incredulous. “When the hell were you planning to tell me?!”

“Never!” Clyde shouts out angrily. “I told you, I did not want to involve you! I never wanted to involve you! Do you understand me?!” By now he is shouting, shouting at the top of his lungs, and he doesn’t realize it. He lost his temper and his breathing heavy with rage. He then sees the genuine look of concern on both the faces of Melinda and Fiona. Instantly a feeling of tremendous guilt washes over The Assassin. He just snapped at his girlfriend. He yelled at Melinda. He had worked so hard to temper his rage and yet he finally lost his cool.

“Uh, babe? Are you ok?” Melinda asks.

“I apologize.” Clyde shakes his head. “I did not mean to yell. Please forgive me.” He gently takes her hand and kisses it.

“It’s all good.” Melinda answers quickly. “It’s just that…I haven’t seen you get this worked up in a very long time. Is that woman…your sister…is she doing all of this to you?”

He nods his head slowly. Clyde then approaches the weight lifting bench and sits back down. He buries his face in his hands. He is near tears due to the anger and frustration of the situation. Melinda sits down next to him and comforts him with a gentle pat on the back. The Assassin then looks back into his girlfriend’s eyes.

“My sister’s presence in my life has bothered me a great deal. Her mere presence alone is enough to upset me because she keeps bringing back bad memories, she reminds me of a past I would rather forget.”

“If it’s your past that is bothering you, well…” Melinda sighs “...I hate to tell you, but you can’t always run from your past. Sometimes you have to confront it.”

“So I have been told.” He shakes his head. “If it were that easy I would confront her but she will not take the hint.”

“What does she want?” Melinda asks.

“She claims that she has taken over my father’s…” he pauses to think of the right term “...his operations.”

“You mean the cult?”

“Lilith claims that it is no longer a cult. She has reformed it into something else. And she wants me to help her with it.”

“And you?” Melinda asks. “What do you want?”

“I don’t want anything to do with her!” He exclaims again, this time not as loud. “She is delusional if she thinks she still has a place in my life! Hell, I never even knew she existed until she walked up and introduced herself. Why would I want anything to do with her now?!”

“I understand, babe, I really do.” She takes Sutter’s hand and squeezes it tight. “But what are you going to do?”

“I have no idea.” He sighs and shrugs his shoulders. “She will not leave me alone.”

“Is she dangerous?” Fiona chimes in. Clyde casts a glance at Fiona.

“My sister is a delusional fool.” He says coldly. “The only danger she poses is to my own mental well-being. You have already seen what happens when she gets under my skin.”

“Well don’t worry.” Melinda cuddles up close to Clyde. “We’ll get through this together.”

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On Camera
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The camera begins to roll. The setting is striking; tall sturdy columns arranged in an orderly pattern. The ceiling consists of elegant brickwork arches, illuminated by warm, orange-red lighting. A few moments later two figures enter the scene from the right; Clyde Sutter and his beloved Melinda Braddock. Melinda has long wavy blonde hair cascading past her shoulders. She is dressed in an all-black outfit, consisting of a coat over a long dress with a high neckline and long sleeves. Her boyfriend, The Assassin, has his long dark hair reaching pst his shoulders. He is wearing a fitted long-sleeve gray sweater and black pants. A green scarf with fringe detailing is wrapped around his neck. He has a relaxed yet confident posture, one arm hanging at his side while the other rests slightly behind his beloved.

“Ryan Lecavalier…The Lost Monarch…” Melinda Braddock begins to clap her hands slowly “...I applaud you for everything you have accomplished since arriving in SCW. You truly have taken this company by storm, pushing some of the greats to their very limits, and already you have won your first taste of championship gold at Dogfight in Dusseldorf. You really have impressed both myself and Clyde.” She smirks. “Too bad that it is all…about…to end.”

“Do you like this backdrop, Ms. Lecavalier?” Sutter asks with a deceptive grin on his face. “I hope you do, myself and my love chose it with you in mind. Is it not reminiscent of the ancient empires of kingdoms of old? Ancient Greece and Ancient Rome? When I learned that I would be fighting you for the Television Championship, I knew that this was the kind of backdrop we needed. Something like this just screams LOST MONARCH, don’t you agree? Still, my beloved and I were perplexed over one thing…you call yourself the Lost Monarch and yet you stand there as a champion in Supreme Championship Wrestling. Anyone who can achieve championship status in this company is hardly lost. Honestly, it did not make sense to us.” He then snaps his fingers.

“But then it hit me! I figured it out!” Clyde laughs. “Fate does have a unique sense of humor and, once again, she has played one of her sinister practical jokes on you. You may be a champion but you hold the one piece of gold that is the most difficult to keep a grip on. In fact, some might argue that it is not a very enviable championship because she who holds that gold must defend it each and every show. In Dusseldorf you dethroned Polly…but now you must turn around and face me.”

“Talk about your bad luck.” Melinda snickers.

“You have quickly built up an empire all your own in SCW. Just like other monarchs throughout history you have conquered each and every single foe who has been put in front of you all the way to claiming your crown. You made people like YUYO and Polly bend the knee. Now you have the throne, you have the title, but what you fail to realize in your jubilance and celebration is that Fate has already written your end. Just look at the history of every monarchy, of every empire. Ancient Greece fell. Ancient Rome fell. All of them fell when Fate dictated that their armageddon had come.”

Suddenly the image in the background changes. Now we are seeing the same image only it is ablaze, the flames slowly rendering the magnificent structure to rubble. Melinda and Clyde stand there smirking with smug arrogance.

“Now your armageddon has come, Ms. Lecavalier, and his name is Clyde Sutter. I am the armageddon that will bring a sudden and very violent end to your short reign as Television Champion. This is why you are Lost, isn’t it? You are a Monarch over a championship that you know you are about to lose. The barbarian horde are storming the gates and you cannot stop it. But the worst part about it, for you, is how hard you worked for this.” He chuckles. “You worked so hard for this moment only to have someone bastard like me come and take it from you. You busted your ass only to have me come along and tear that Television Title out of your cold dead hands.”

“It really is a shame.” Melinda shakes her head, feigning sadness and remorse. The Assassin doesn’t even pretend to show remorse. He stares coldly at the camera, showing no emotion.

“You are but a mere victim of Fate. People like you, who claim to be royalty in this world, you think you are special, you think you can rise above the power of Fate. That is where you are wrong and that is why people like you always fail. That is why the empires of old have always fallen…they falsely believe that they are great enough to overcome Fate, they believe that they can write their own fate. They were not special and neither are you, Ms. Lecavalier. As good a wrestler as you are, and you are indeed very good, when the time comes…when Fate decides that your reign shall end…then it shall end in a violent, bloody, fury, and it shall end at my hands.”

Melinda places a hand on Clyde’s chest. “That championship is going to look so good with us.”

“Indeed it will, my love.” He kisses Melinda on the lips and then turns back to face the camera. “Fate has dictated that your reign as Television Champion is at an end. Your Fate is sealed.”

[Ryan Lecavalier]

Burn Your Village