Waylon Creek vs. Glory Braddock

[Konrad Raab]

2 RP Limit for singles

3500 Word Limit Per RP

Deadline: 11:59:59 pm ET Wednesday, July 9, 2025 (to ensure enough time for roleplaying; show will still act as if taking place on Thursday).

[Braddock]

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July 5th, 2025
London, England
Off Camera
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Glory Braddock is still riding a wave of momentum thanks to her four match winning streak. Despite the interferences from Ryan Lecavalier, The British Bombshell continues to pick up wins and pick up momentum as she gets closer to Rise To Greatness and, more importantly, gets closer to achieving her stated goal when she first dropped out of Taking Hold of the Flame; earning a championship match the old fashioned way by winning matches, through old fashioned competition. Victories over the likes of Kemal Yilmaz, David Striker, Amelia Novado, and Sal Darius have been impressive and satisfying, but now Braddock faces an even greater challenge and threat in the form of the menacing Waylon Creek. His ‘handler’ of sorts, William Heaven of The Fall of Man, bills him as the future of SCW. Creek has certainly lived up to the hype due to the fact that few have managed to figure out the formula to putting him down for the count. Some might hesitate, balk at such a challenge but for The British Bombshell this is precisely the kind of competition she wants. She wants to be challenged, she wants to be put to the test. Waylon Creek is, arguably, one of the toughest tests she has faced recently and she is prepared to face that challenge head on.

Facing such a challenge, defeating Waylon and moving her winning streak to five wins in a row, requires a clear head and focus. Glory Braddock is now grateful more than ever that she took the advice of her older cousin, Angelica Jones. It was Angelica who suggested that Glory Braddock quit the constant arguing and bickering with COO CHBK and, instead, let Angelica deal with the backstage politics on her behalf. As far as the corporate feud between Glory’s company and her former friend Frances Taylor’s company, Angelica suggested that Glory let the next most powerful and influential person within Glorious Golden Enterprises, Aphrodite Noel, handle and run the company in her place. With Angelica dealing with CHBK and Noel taking care of Frances, it frees The British Bombshell up to focus on what she truly loves to do, what is truly passionate about; wrestling. Glory Braddock can now put all of her attention on winning her way back to the top and, more importantly for next week’s Breakdown, defeating Waylon Creek.

Waylon Creek will be a difficult challenge, there is no questioning that, and whenever Glory Braddock is ever met with a tough test, she always goes to the one familiar place that has provided her with motivation and the physical means to prepare to meet the test; that is her father’s old wrestling school in her native home of London, England. Thus after Breakdown concluded, The British Bombshell caught a flight across the pond so that she could meet with some of old friends and prepare herself mentally and physically for the war that is to come.

Light filtered dimly through the frosted windows of the Glenn Braddock Wrestling School, casting long shadows across the battle-worn canvas of the main ring. The old gym stood as a testament to the era of its namesake, the grizzled, stubborn Glenn Braddock; its cinderblock walls aged to a dull gray, flaked in places with forgotten posters from tournaments long past. The faint hum of a fluorescent light buzzed overhead, echoing the silence that filled the space after hours, broken only by the sound of bodies hitting the mat and the occasional creak of worn-out floorboards. Despite its age, the building still held a rugged dignity. The industrial steel beams above were untouched by any modern polish, and the exposed pipes along the walls had been painted a utilitarian black. In the center of the room, surrounded by faded blue mats and a scent that was part sweat, part timeworn leather, Glory Braddock stood with purpose. Clad in black leggings and a fitted athletic tank that hugged her lean, muscular frame, Glory’s long blonde hair was pulled back in a no-nonsense ponytail that swayed as she moved. There was a sharp intelligence in her blue eyes, the kind that missed nothing, not in the ring, not in life. Just outside the ropes, Sophie O’Brian leaned back against one of the turnbuckles, arms folded, watching Glory with a small, knowing smirk playing on her lips. A sharp contrast to Glory’s statuesque poise, Sophie was wiry and quick, with shoulder-length brown hair tucked behind her ears and a posture that suggested both relaxation and readiness. Her dark eyes, cunning and unreadable, held the look of someone constantly sizing things up, mentally ten moves ahead. She wore a grey hoodie and black shorts, her boots laced tight even during downtime. Where Glory had inherited her father’s proud English stoicism, Sophie exuded a colder, more tactical Northern Irish discipline.

Sophie’s brother Mark, on the other hand, was every inch the brute in the room. Tall, broad, and powerfully built, he moved like a tank in motion, his footsteps echoing on the old wooden floor as he paced near the ropes. His beard was thick but well-kept, and his long, stringy dark hair was slicked back, revealing a chiseled face that looked like it had seen more fights than it cared to count. Mark wore a tight-fitting workout shirt that showed off every line of his muscular frame, and fingerless gloves that he never seemed to take off while training. He was the kind of man whose mere presence could unsettle an opponent before a bell even rang. And yet, around Glory and his sister, there was a visible ease in his shoulders. Together, the three of them were a formidable sight; an alliance forged through years of hard knocks, steel chairs, betrayal, and triumph. Tonight, there was no crowd, no bright lights or booming entrance music. Just three longtime friends, allies, and warriors in a gym that meant the world to all of them.

“Ok Glory, are you ready?”

“I was born ready, mate.” Braddock says with a knowing grin on her face.

“Good, because I don’t plan to take it easy on ya…”

Mark charges in with a shout of fury. The British Bombshell sidesteps him rather easily. He bounces off the ropes with a rebound and comes back at her only to get caught in a deep arm drag into an arm bar. Glory wrenches on it tightly causing the much larger Northern Irishman to yelp in pain.

“Oww!”

“Oh come off it, mate.” Glory snaps. “I wanted to spar with you specifically because you have a similar build and wrestling style as Waylon Creek. The bloke is going to be one of my toughest opponents and I need to be ready. So I can’t have you holding back.”

“I wasn’t holding back!” Mark remarks while struggling in the arm bar.

“You’re either holding back or you’ve got a hell of a lot of ring rust, mate.” Glory winks.

Mark nods his head. He fights and claws with everything he has to get back to his knees and then back to his feet. Glory switches to a hammerlock. Mark forces a break with a hard elbow to her face, causing her to stumble backward. Mark turns around and his look of ferocity quickly changes to one of concern.

“Sorry ‘bout that…”

“Don’t apologize.” Glory scolds him. “Creek won’t.”

“Right.”

He nods his head and charges. He goes for a lariat but Glory ducks it with ease and counters into a crucifix pin but Mark easily forces his way out of it. Mark with several chops across Braddock’s chest forces her back up against the ropes. He whips her into the ropes. He lowers his head too early and Glory sees it. Glory with a low dropkick to his right knee, dropping him down to the mat. Braddock kips up to her feet and sighs out of frustration, shaking her head.

“Come on, Mark! Are you SURE you’re not holding back?”

“Give me sweet yet somewhat ignorant brother a teeny, tiny break.” Sophie chimes in, stepping forward to help Mark back to his feet. “Did it ever occur to you that, perhaps, you are just that good, dear sister?”

The British Bombshell does a double take upon hearing that comment from Sophie. She had known that she and Sophie were half-sisters for a long time now. Shortly after Mark O’Brian was born, his mother had an affair with Glenn Braddock, which brought forth Sophie O’Brian. Glory had no idea Sophie had decided to tell anyone else.

“You told Mark?” Glory asks. Sophie nods her head.

“Of course. Did you really think I could keep such a secret from him?” Sophie snickers. “Ok, yes, I easily could have kept such a secret from my brother. But it wouldn’t have been right.”

“Have you told anyone else?”

“No.” Sophie shakes her head.

“Don’t worry, your secret’s safe with me.” Mark says, breathing heavy.

“Now can we get back to the sparring session please?” Glory asks. “And this time, don’t take it easy on me.”

“If you really want this sparring session to simulate this upcoming match between yourself and Mr. Creek, then perhaps I should jump you from behind mid-match?” Sophie snickers. Glory doesn’t seem to think her suggestion is funny at all.

“Are you nuts, Sophie?”

“Why not?” Sophie shrugs her shoulders. “Waylon Creek is part of the Fall of Man. He has the numbers game backing him up.”

“I seriously doubt William Heaven views me as a big enough threat to send his army of thugs after me.” Glory remarks. “I imagine he has plenty of confidence in his little attack dog Waylon.”

“You are a threat, dear sister. You are a Supreme Champion, never forget that. Besides, it is always better to be prepared for anything.”

A cool draft swept in from the crack in one of the high windows, cutting through the heat rising from bodies in motion. The overhead lights, flickered slightly. Then came the sound of the heavy front door creaking open; slow, hesitant at first, as if the person beyond it wasn’t entirely sure they belonged. All three heads turned. The old iron hinges groaned loudly, drawing attention to the unexpected visitor now standing in the doorway. She was an undeniable contrast to everything around her; a splash of bright color and glossy polish against the concrete monotony. Glory’s longtime childhood friend turned business partner Melody Murphy had arrived.

Melody stood in the threshold, backlit by the weak security light outside. Her wavy blonde hair was voluminous and styled to perfection, cascading over the shoulders of a cropped designer leather jacket that cinched at the waist. A silky, pastel blouse peeked out from underneath, untucked just enough to seem casually effortless. Skinny jeans hugged her legs, and her boots clicked gently against the gym floor as she stepped in. A pair of oversized sunglasses were perched atop her head. For a moment, no one said anything. Melody gave a tiny wave, sheepish and amused, her eyes scanning the room until they found Glory. The corners of her lips curled upward into a bright smile, genuine, if a little out of place in the room’s atmosphere. Glory blinked, surprised, then turned to face Sophie and Mark.

“Uh, I’ll be right back…”

She grabbed a towel from the ropes, patting down her arms and neck before handing it off to Sophie without a word. She moved with that signature Braddock mix of grace and steel, but her posture softened slightly as she neared the entrance. Whatever the reason for Melody’s visit, it had been unexpected, but it must have been important.

“Funny seeing you here.” Glory says. She offers a hug but then stops short. “Uh, I don’t wanna get my sweat all over your fancy clothes…”

“Don’t worry about it, Gloria.” Melody remarks quickly. She instantly grabs Glory and hugs her. After breaking the embrace the two friends smile pleasantly. “I heard you had returned to London for a visit.”

“A brief visit, yeah.” Glory nods her head. “I have a match coming up next week and there’s better place to prepare for it than right here at my dad’s old wrestling school. But uh, what are you doing here?” Glory smirks. “This isn’t exactly the kind of place for a fashionista like yourself.”

“True.” Melody nods her head. “I just figured since you were visiting, that you might want an update on the latest involving Frances.”

Braddock nearly bristles. Frances Taylor had been their mutual friend from school but recently she had been trying to put Glory Braddock out of business. The British Bombshell, upon the advice of her cousin Angelica Jones, has let Aphrodite Noel handle the corporate world for her while she focuses primarily on wrestling, on SCW. This was to keep as much stress off of Braddock as possible. She doesn’t need any additional stress and bringing up Frances’s name is enough to bring that stress back.

“I really don’t care, Melody.” Glory states coldly. “Frances ended whatever relationship we once had. She has her company challenging mine and that’s fine because I know, with Aphrodite at the helm, Glorious Golden Enterprises is doing just fine. In fact, we are outperforming Taylor Enterprises. That’s all I need to know.”

“You’re wrong, Gloria.” Melody shakes her head. “There is more, much more, that you need to know.”

Glory sighs. She looks over her shoulder and notices that Sophie and Mark are a safe distance away, far enough away they cannot hear much of anything. They aren’t even paying attention. She then turns her attention back to Melody, sighs out of frustration, and folds her arms over her chest.

“Fine. What is it?”

“Just some things I have heard from some of my contacts.” Melody begins, speaking in a hushed tone. “Apparently the government has begun investigations into Taylor Enterprise’s recent business dealings.

“Oh really?” Now Glory’s interest has peaked. Melody nods her head.

“Yes, apparently the company has done some illegal stuff. Frances may be arrested.”

“I’m not surprised.” Glory chuckles. “After what we learned about her boyfriend and the shady crap he’s pulled, I’m not surprised at all that he rubbed off on her and now she’s pulling the same kinda shady criminal stuff he does. Only she apparently got caught.”

“Yes but…” Melody’s voice trails off momentarily “...but I think Frances is innocent.”

“What?”

“I do.” Melody nods her head. “Think about it, think about how long we’ve known Frances. Does she strike you as the criminal type? I think Dominic is the real criminal here. I think he committed the crime and framed Frances for it.”

“So you’re suggesting he played her for a fool?” Glory asks. Melody nods her head. “How do you know?”

“Well she told me.” Melody states. “Frances came by last week in a panic and she told me everything, things that my contacts had already told me. But what I didn’t know was that apparently most of the Taylor Enterprise funds were transferred to some offshore accounts.”

“Dominic’s accounts, no doubt.” Glory states.

“Yes and now Frances has nothing.” Melody says. “She doesn’t even have a place to stay anymore. Dominic took everything. So she’s having to stay with me and her brother.”

“And I suppose you think WE should help her out?” Glory asks with an arched brow. “You probably think we should help her with her legal troubles?”

“Gloria, I…” Melody is cut off.

“This is the second time Frances has betrayed me.” Glory shakes her head. “She wanted to run me out of business, Melody. I am honestly not sure I can just forgive and forget this time. If you want to help her, that’s your business. But count me out.”

“Listen…”

“No, I have heard enough. We warned her about Dominic. We told her he was bad news but she wouldn’t listen. She created this problem. Now she has to deal with it.”

“Gloria, I know that she betrayed you. I know she tried to run you out of business.” Melody takes Glory’s hands and holds them tightly. “But the three of us were close friends once upon a time, closer than sisters. We have always been there for one another when we needed help.”

“I know but…”

“And face facts, Gloria. None of us are truly innocent. We all have needed second chances, even third chances. We have all needed forgiveness. Yourself included.”

Those words hit home and hit hard for The British Bombshell. It is true, she has not been a saint all of her life and she has made plenty of mistakes. She has had to ask forgiveness plenty of times herself. Still, despite this knowledge, she finds it difficult to forgive someone like Frances who has betrayed her the way she has done this time. But this friendship isn’t any ordinary friendship. They were friends from childhood. They grew up together. Certainly that counts for something. Braddock sighs and nods her head.

“Look, I am not making any promises…”

“But you’ll think about it?”

“Yes, I’ll think about it.” Glory nods her head.

“And you will come see Frances?” Melody asks. “You will at least talk to her.”

“Yes, I will speak to her. But like I said, I make no promises.”

[Braddock]

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July 6th, 2025
Birmingham, England
Off Camera
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The early evening in Birmingham, England was tinged with the faintest light, that brief glimmer just before the sun dipped behind the roofs and treetops, casting long shadows across the quiet residential streets. Glory Braddock walked briskly up the stone path leading to the front door of her best friend’s house, her steps light but deliberate. She wore a loose charcoal-gray T-shirt, slightly faded, over it, a simple zip-up hoodie hung open, her long blonde hair tied in a messy ponytail, strands falling loose to frame her face. She wore faded denim jeans and simple white sneakers. She slowed at the foot of the porch, eyeing the elegant frosted glass of the front door. Melody Murphy lived in a charming home nestled at the end of a tree-lined street, its white stone trim and ivy touched brick practically out of a lifestyle magazine. The steps were flanked by planters full of blooming lavender and marigold.

She knew before even ringing the bell that her friend would answer looking immaculate. Melody always did. No matter the occasion, whether it was a business meeting, lunch at a café, or a spontaneous movie night. She wore pearls like they were casual, floated through life in satin skirts and chiffon blouses, and somehow always smelled faintly of expensive vanilla and roses. She made it look effortless. Glory stared at the door for a beat longer than necessary. It wasn’t just a social call. Not this time. Their mutual friend, Frances Taylor, a former business partner who had walked out on them and threatened to ruin their business, declared corporate war on them. Although recently, the news is that Frances Taylor’s attempt at war is falling flat on its face. The British Bombshell was prepared to let Frances wallow in her failure but Melody wants to try and get the trio to reconcile. Braddock is willing to hear Melody and Frances out, but she is not sure she is willing to reconcile. She’s been betrayed too many times.

Finally, after a long, tense pause, The British Bombshell exhaled and pressed the doorbell. Inside, she could hear faint movement; heels on hardwood, the rustle of fabric. A few seconds passed before the door creaked open, revealing Melody in all her radiant, overdressed for no reason glory. She wore a pale pink blouse with ruffled sleeves tucked into a high-waisted cream skirt, and her hair was curled to soft perfection, not a single strand out of place. Her lips matched the flowers in the porch planters.

“Glory!” Melody exclaims with a gleeful smile upon her face. “I am so happy to see you and so glad that you came!” She reaches over and embraces Braddock in a tight hug. Glory can’t help but smile at Melody’s enthusiasm, though she knows that it is forced. She knows Melody is trying to keep the mood light and happy, considering that she knows what is to happen next, and that a woman who betrayed Glory Braddock is just inside the home. They break the embrace and Glory smiles politely back at Melody.

“Anything for you.” Glory remarks. Her tone, though, quickly becomes more stern. “But remember, I am making zero promises about how this is going to turn out. That person in there, your friend Frances…”

“Our friend.” Melody says, correcting her. “We have so many memories together.”

“Yeah, memories that she apparently didn’t care anything about, memories she was willing to throw away just to ruin you and me, to run us out of business. Maybe you can forgive and forget but I’m not sure I can.”

“I never said you had to forget. Just forgive.”

“We’ll see.” Glory sighs. “Like I said, I am making no promises.”

“Come in!” Melody stepped aside with graceful ease, her polished nails brushing the edge of the door as she gestured Glory inside.

Glory brushed past her, her sneakers silent on the polished wood floors. The warmth of the house immediately enveloped her; subtle hints of lavender diffusers, fresh lilies from the florist, and the unmistakable scent of something sweet baking in the kitchen. As Glory entered the living room, she slowed to a stop. Frances Taylor was there. The woman sat upright on the edge of Melody’s pristine cream colored loveseat, a crystal tumbler of untouched water clutched tightly in her hands. She was still as a statue, blonde hair pulled back in a severe chignon that did nothing to soften the sharp lines of her face. Her pale blue eyes flicked up to meet Glory’s. Braddock’s jaw clenched. Frances looked like she wanted to stand. Maybe she had rehearsed something; an apology, a justification, a plea. Whatever it was, it died before it reached her lips. She remained seated, knuckles white around the glass, her designer heels tucked stiffly beneath her.

“Sit, please.” Melody’s voice floated behind Glory, light but firm.

Glory didn’t move right away. She stared at Frances. The tension between them was thick. She inhaled deeply, then moved to the armchair opposite Frances. Her bag hit the floor with a dull thud as she sank into the cushions, legs spread slightly apart in her typical fighter’s posture; rooted, unpretentious, and visibly unimpressed. Melody took her place beside Frances, perching gracefully on the edge of the sofa.

“Thank you again for coming,” Melody said “now let’s not beat around the bush. Let’s get down to business, shall we?”

“I couldn’t have said it better myself.” Glory starts off quickly. She turns her attention to Frances. “You quit your position as president of Glorious Golden Enterprises, knowing the pressure it would put on me. Furthermore you went and declared war, you poached my talent, you tried to run me out of business. And now according to Melody that attempt has failed miserably.” Glory shakes her head in disgust. “You didn’t just fail, you epically failed. The government is after you. You could get arrested at any moment now. So you came crawling to Melody for help.” Glory snickers. “I never thought I would see the day that she would be a better person than me, but maybe she is, because I’m not sure I’m willing to help, not after what you did to me.”

“Glory!” Melody exclaims. Frances, though, holds up a hand to silence her.

“It’s ok.” She turns her attention to Glory. “You have every right to be angry with me. I did try to run you out of business and believe me, I am so sorry for betraying you and your trust. But it was all Dominic.” Tears form in her eyes. “He manipulated me!”

“Throwing Dominic under the bus, eh?” Glory asks. “So your new boy toy isn’t the classy gentleman you thought he was, eh?”

“It’s true!” Frances exclaims. “He never truly loved me, he just used me to gain influence and control over Taylor Enterprises. That’s why I’m in so much legal trouble. He forged y signature onto several shady business dealings that were definitely illegal. Now I’m under investigation!” She shakes her head as the tears now flow freely down her cheeks. “Taylor Enterprises is gone, Gloria, along with all its assets, which likely have been transferred to Dominic’s offshore accounts!”

“Where is Dominic?” Glory asks curiously.

“He disappeared because the authorities are looking for him too.” Frances says. “The government believe that I am involved too. The prosecutors are out for blood, Gloria, and it will take damn good attorneys to get me out of this mess, to prove my innocence, and that’s why I need you and Melody to help bail me out of this!”

“You are clueless, aren’t you?” Glory says nastily. “Even if I were to join Melody in helping you, and if we were to clear your name, you still have nothing. You said it yourself, Dominic stole everything from you. You literally don’t have a dime to your name.”

“I know.” Frances bows her head in shame. “That’s why I am begging for my old job back…no strings attached…”

“This is rich.” Glory cannot help but laugh. “You tried to put me out of business because of some nonsense about you feeling disrespected that I wouldn’t give you free reign to run the company all on your own, that I wouldn’t make you the second most powerful person in the company, now you are here begging for your old job.”

“Glory, please,” Melody chimes in “she has nothing.”

“She tried to take everything away from me.”

“I know she did.” Melody says. “But you need to find it in your heart to forgive her. I needed your forgiveness and you forgave me. And if I recall, there were times…many of them, in fact…when you needed forgiveness from those you betrayed. You needed second chances before, Glory. Is it not hypocritical of you to ask for second and third chances for yourself but grant them for Frances, one of your oldest friends?”

Those words hit The British Bombshell like a ton of bricks. They sting because they are true. Glory has sought out forgiveness from friends, family, her fans, and more in the past due to her own actions. Braddock still feels betrayed and hurt by Frances’s actions, but Melody is right; leaving Frances to rot without lifting a finger to help would be hypocritical of her. Glory Braddock must be better than that. Finally, after a long tense pause, she sighs and nods her head.

“You’re right…” she looks over at Frances “...I’ll do whatever I can. My attorneys are at your service and I will use whatever other connections or resources I have to clear your name, to prove your innocence.”

“Thank you!”

“And yes, you will get your old job back.” Glory says which brings a big smile to Frances’s face. “But I’m warning you that this won’t be easy for you, and it won’t be because of me giving you grief. It won’t be me being spiteful. I am not the only one in Glorious Golden Enterprises who felt betrayed by your actions. Few in the company will trust you now that your reputation has been tarnished, not only by you declaring war on us, but also by Dominic framing you.”

“I know it’ll be hard.” Frances nods her head.

“Very hard.” Glory says emphatically. “But Melody is right, people deserve a second chance, and you, being a longtime friend, definitely deserve a second chance. That’s all I’m offering, mate, a chance to prove yourself.”

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July 9th, 2025
Miami, Florida
On Camera
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We open with the fusion of tropical calm and metropolitan edge that is Miami, Florida. The buildings are sleek, glassy, and modern, forming a sharp, geometric contrast with the natural elements in the foreground. They rise into the sky bathed in the soft light of the setting sun. To the left, a tall, iconic palm tree leans slightly, its fronds gently swaying in the breeze. The greenery at the water’s edge adds a touch of softness, framing the cityscape with a subtle, organic edge. The sunlight filters through the tree leaves, casting faint shadows and golden highlights across the landscape. A few moments later and we see Glory Braddock entering the scene from the right. The British Bombshell is dressed in a fitted, short-sleeved lace top in a rich, royal purple hue. The intricate floral lace fabric is sheer enough to offer a glimpse of the silhouette underneath while maintaining tasteful elegance. The neckline is slightly scalloped, adding a delicate, feminine detail that contrasts nicely with her otherwise sleek appearance. She pairs the top with high-waisted, dark indigo skinny jeans that accentuate her long legs and narrow waist. The jeans are snug and tailored, hugging her frame with a flattering fit. Her hands rest casually at her sides—one brushing lightly against her thigh, the other held with relaxed fingers, suggesting ease and confidence. Behind her stretches a tranquil waterfront; calm blue waters shimmering beneath the light, reflecting the soft hues of the sky.

“Miami, Florida! I have spent the last ten years of my life calling this place home, my youngest daughter has spent the vast majority of her life here. My husband and I have had some great memories here. The people of Miami have embraced me as one of their own. This is my adopted home and I am very much looking forward to marching into Breakdown this week to compete in front of the fans of Miami. And I will need all of the fan support I can muster. Waylon Creek has been proven to be all but unstoppable. I will need every offensive and defensive move in my arsenal, all of the counter holds I know, all of the experience locked away in my head, and definitely all of the fan support to push me over the finish line in this one. I am not going to pretend that this one will be a cakewalk. This will be a war, but it is a war that I am prepared for.” Braddock’s look remains intense and focused as her gaze remains locked on the camera.

“But I was not born here. Most of my life was spent in my native land of London, England. I am a product of Glenn Braddock and his style of wrestling which has always been technically sound, submission based, and definitely a touch of smash mouth. I idolized my father and I wanted somehow, someway, continue his legacy. I never knew as a young girl growing up that I would do that by literally following in his footsteps, being trained by him, and becoming a professional wrestler just like him. When a career ending back injury forced him into early retirement, he chose to pass his career of experience and wisdom onto the next generation, starting with me. I was his first student. He taught me everything he knew. One of the many lessons he taught me is that no one in this business is invincible, no one is unstoppable, and everyone can be beaten by anyone on any given night.” Glory smirks knowingly.

“I think Amy Chastaine said it pretty well last week on Breakdown and maybe, just maybe, that’s why you set her up, Waylon? Maybe that’s why you decided to try and take her out? Face facts, mate; she’s right. You are human. You have weaknesses and vulnerabilities. And despite the inane ramblings of your foghorn leghorn reject handler William Heaven, you are beatable. If you truly lived up the hype that Heaven gives you oh so graciously, you would be world champion right now, not Aries. You would be on your way to the Rise To Greatness main event, not Aries. Yet the way it appears to me, Aries is the champion, James Evans WAS the champion, and you? Well that makes you just third place in the rat race that is The Fall of Man. You are little more than the third best member of The Fall of Man. Since Evans is out of action and Aries is occupied with defending the top prize against Xander, Cid, and Selena, that leaves you as his only real option. Hell, he might even bypass you and go straight to his son if it weren’t for the fact that he’s utterly ashamed of his own flesh and blood.”

“You are not living up to the hype of being the next big thing in SCW. You are not unstoppable, you are very much beatable. The proof is right there staring everyone in the face, Waylon. The fact that the only real championship you have held is the Television Title is a strong statement. Don’t give me that tag team title reign, either, with the freebird rule crap. James Evans and Aries won the titles FOR YOU. Your World Title opportunities have all ended with you falling flat on your face as a failure. With the lone exception of that Television Title reign, every single time you have made it into the spotlight of SCW was because Evans and Aries carried you there. That is some humbling that you oh so desperately need, Waylon, so I hope that sunk into the thick skull of yours, mate.”

“Don’t get me wrong, though, I’m not here to overlook how good you are and what you are capable of. That was just me pointing out that you are not this invincible beast that Heaven makes you out to be. Your Television Title reign was historic and only ended because you were stripped of the title, you were never beaten for it. Fair play. It took someone the caliber of Xander Valentine to finally put a decisive clean cut defeat on your record. So trust me, I know what you are capable of and I respect what you can do in the ring.. I definitely respect you as a threat inside that ring. I may not respect the hoodlums you hang out with but I respect you as a competitor and I respect the threat that you bring to the squared circle. Understand that I am a big threat in my own right. I am a Supreme Champion and a two time Trios Tournament winner. I have won just about every single brass ring SCW has to offer. I have fought bigger and badder bullies than you and I choked each and every one of them unconscious. My name is Glory Braddock, I am The British Bombshell, and I am prepared to take everything you have to offer, Waylon. Bring your best because you will need it, you will need all of it, if you hope to put me down in Miami on Breakdown.” The look of intensity breaks ever so slightly to make way for a smirk.

“There is yet another lesson my father taught me in the early days of my training. Do not allow yourself to get distracted. Remain focused on your opponent. Now I’ve been around the block in my career as a wrestler, I’ve seen it all, and I’ve seen this story play out more than a few times, especially here lately in SCW. The whole gang warfare mentality I know how your lot operate. I’m certain Heaven already has a backup plan in mind in the event that I get you locked up in Shekhinah Glory and you’re ready to tap or if I drop you on your head with Glorification and a pin fall victory is near. Will Heaven or Heaven Jr come out and attack me? Will Aries save you…again? Anything is possible and trust me, I will be prepared for all of it. But at the end of the day my focus is on you. I am on a bit of a winning streak myself, having toppled the likes of David Striker, Kemal Yilmaz, Amelia Nevado, and Sal Darius. I have the momentum at my back because I have kept my focus on my opposition, I have not allowed myself to be distracted, and I will not allow myself to be distracted here. I’d love to have a straight up match against you, Creek, and test myself against you. But I’m not holding my breath. Know this, your only hope of saving face if…WHEN…I have you in danger of victory, is if one of your pals bails you out and gets you disqualified. But I will do everything in my power to ensure I pin you or make your ass tap out.”

“A certain Monarch could learn that lesson. Am I right, Ryan? Focus on your opponent and you might actually win. See, I’m in your head now. The fact that my mere presence was enough to cause you to lose two straight matches in a row is evidence of how obsessed you are with me. I’m not sure if I should be flattered or creeped out. If you really want to watch me, Ryan, just sit back in the comfort of the dressing room, your hotel room, or wherever you like really, but just stay out of my business and watch one of the best wrestlers in the world at work on Breakdown. Watch my humble Waylon Creek. Watch what I do, what I am capable of, when I operate at my very best and right now I am wrestling better than I have ever wrestled in my career. I am not the wrestler you want to pick a fight with and that is a lesson both you and Waylon Creek will learn really quickly.” She shuts her eyes.

“Sic Semper Tyrannis.”