Diamond Steele, Lawler & Grant vs. Sutter, Belmont & Melinda Braddock

[Konrad Raab]

Trios Tournament 2025 Quarterfinals**

2 RP per character (max 6 per team)

3500 Word Per RP

Deadline: 11:59:59 pm ET Wednesday, October 8, 2025

**Please note that your roleplays for the Trios Tournament quarterfinals will ALSO count for the semi-finals. The semi-finals will take place on the October 16, 2025 episode of Breakdown.**

[The Assassin]

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October 4th, 2025
London, England
Off Camera
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The 2025 Trios Tournament has arrived and Clyde Sutter is more convinced than ever that Fate is on his side. The biggest evidence that Fate has already chosen its Trios winner is the fact that Clyde gets his girlfriend, Melinda Braddock, on his Trios team with him. That means this team already has a natural tag team chemistry built in. The only thing they have to worry about is making sure they can work with Alex Belmont. And when you look at their quarter finals opposition, again Fate has seemingly stacked the deck; Diamond Steele has not had any luck in SCW since her arrival and Dexter Grant doesn’t even want any part of the Trios Tournament to begin with. That leaves Chris Lawler with two partners who likely will not be on the same page. The Harbinger of Fate is convinced that he and his beloved will manage to work together with Belmont, and if not they will drag him kicking and screaming across the finish line and win the Trios Tournament.

Before The Assassin can turn his attention to The Trios Tournament Quarter Finals, he has a job to do in London, England. His close associate, Joey, has been stalked, Sutter’s Charlotte, North Carolina apartment was broken into, and Sutter believes that the culprit may be an old associate of his looking for revenge. Clyde Sutter knows full well that he has made plenty of enemies in his long and sordid past. Would one of those enemies be willing to take his revenge on The Assassin? Definitely. Sutter knows all too well about what street justice means. If this person is seeking street justice, then it is up to Sutter to get the jump on them before they can finish the job.

The streets of London were quiet, the kind of quiet that only came after the last rush of nightlife had drained away and the city settled into its late-hour hum. A thin drizzle misted the air, softening the glow of streetlights that reflected off the slick cobblestones. Clyde Sutter stood beneath one of those lights, a dark silhouette against the faint gleam of rain. He was tall, broad-shouldered, his long black hair damp where it brushed the collar of his leather jacket. His hands were shoved deep into his pockets, the kind of posture that suggested patience and purpose. The restaurant behind him had gone dark nearly an hour ago. The elegant script on the frosted glass doors was barely legible in the dim light. Inside, chairs were stacked on tables, and the faint clatter of cleaning echoed through the closed space. Every so often, a shadow moved past the window; a reminder that the night hadn’t completely claimed the building yet. Clyde’s gaze lingered down the street, his eyes flicking from one end to the other as though expecting someone to appear at any moment. He wasn’t pacing, though. He stood still, resolute, his expression calm but unreadable. The rain gathered in his hair and ran down the side of his face, but he didn’t seem to notice. His breath rose in pale clouds, dissipating quickly into the damp London air.

The sound of a door unlatching broke the stillness. A faint creak followed as one of the side doors opened, spilling a rectangle of warm light across the pavement. A man in a white shirt and apron stepped out, rubbing his arms against the chill. He was approximately the same age as Clyde himself, he seemed exhausted from a long day’s work, and definitely not expecting company this late in the evening. His eyes met Clyde’s almost immediately, narrowing with suspicion. The worker hesitated a moment before letting the door swing closed behind him. Clyde didn’t move. He simply turned his head slightly, acknowledging the man’s presence but saying nothing. The worker exhaled, squared his shoulders, and took a step forward, ready to tell the stranger that the restaurant was closed and it was time to move along.

“Hey, mate, you need to leave.” The worker says commandingly.

“I’m not leaving.” Sutter answers back stoically. The worker sighs out of frustration.

“We’re closed, mate. You have to go.”

“And I said I am not leaving.” The Assassin begins to approach the worker. Sutter knows when to turn on the intimidation factor and he does just that. The worker backs up slowly, not wanting an encounter with this angry young man. Sutter sneers angrily as the worker is backed up against a wall with nowhere to go.

“I don’t want any problems, mate!”

“Neither do I…” Clyde lets his voice trails off for a moment before dropping the bomb “...Callum.”

“Huh?” The worker looks confused for a moment and then surprised, as if his jaw hit the floor with shock. “What did you say?”

“Callum. That is your name, correct Mr. Slater?”

“Yes but….” Callum shakes his head “...how did you know? How do you know me?”

“Don’t play innocent.” Clyde snarls. He senses that Slater is about to try and make a break for it. Sutter reaches out with both arms and traps Callum against the wall before he can even think of running. “You know me.”

“I’m not playing, mate!” Callum shakes his head. “I don’t know you!”

The Harbinger of Fate is growing angrier by the second. He doesn’t like being messed with or lied to and he is convinced Callum Slater is lying. How could Callum Slater not remember the man who injured him and thus ended his wrestling career before it even had a chance to begin? Callum and Clyde were both students at the Braddock Wrestling School. Both were common street thugs looking to improve their lives with wrestling. Sutter, unfortunately, could not control his anger. He would regularly injure his fellow students and Callum Slater was among the last victims before he was kicked out of the Braddock Wrestling School. Why is all of this important? Sutter has recently been the victim of a stalker. His associates, such as Joey, is convinced he is being stalked. Sutter’s apartment in Charlotte, North Carolina was broken into and ransacked. The Assassin is convinced that Callum Slater is the mastermind behind this stalking situation. He is convinced Callum Slater is out for revenge and Sutter is going to put an end to him before he can go any farther.

“You don’t know me?” Sutter sneers. “Very well. I will play your game. Look into my eyes, Mr. Slater.” He pulls Callum in close to gaze deep into his eyes. “Do you remember this face?”

“No…” Callum shakes his head. He is trying to sound brave but his face betrays him.

“Do you remember the name Clyde Sutter?” The Assassin asks. Callum’s eyes grow wide with shock, indicating that his memories are beginning to come flooding back.

“My God…”

“Do you remember the Braddock Wrestling School? Because I do.” Sutter smirks. “I remember a wimpy street thug named Callum Slater who tried to use professional wrestling to better his life, but then I took it upon myself to injure that street thug and end his hopes and dreams.”

Sutter can see the growing fear in Slater’s eyes. Without warning Callum shoves Clyde. Ordinarily it wouldn’t be enough to force Sutter away, but he wasn’t expecting it and thus Callum is able to slip free. Callum tries to make a break for it but Clyde is too quick. He runs up on him, grabs him by the shoulder and puts a quick end to his run. Sutter spins him around and presses him back up against the wall.

“Now why are you trying to run?” He smirks knowingly. “We’re just two old friends catching up on old times.”

“Look, I remember you,” Callum shakes his head “but I don’t want any trouble. Just let me go!”

“Isn’t this what you wanted?” Clyde demands angrily. “You want street justice? So here is your chance!”

There is an anger in Sutter’s voice and hatred on his face. The Assassin is bracing himself for a fight but he seems surprised, maybe even annoyed, that Callum is still feigning innocence. Callum seems perplexed, maybe even confused.

“What are you talking about?”

“Quit playing dumb, Slater.” Sutter angrily commands. “I know what you have done! If you want revenge try and take it out right here and now! Face to face!”

“I have no clue what you are on about, mate…” Callum shakes his head furiously, more nervous than ever that Sutter is about to lose his temper.

“Still playing games?” Sneers. “Fine, I’ll keep playing the game. Allow me to remind you about how you have been stalking me, how you broke into my apartment in Charlotte…does any of this ring any bells?”

“No!” Callum exclaims shaking his head. “I had nothing to do with any of that!”

“Oh really?” Sutter seems skeptical. He leans in close to ramp up the intimidation factor. “So tell me, Mr. Slater, if that is true, what have you been doing since you left the Braddock Wrestling School?”

There is a tense pause as Sutter backs off ever so slightly to give Callum Slater room to breathe and talk. The still fearful Slater sighs and looks into Sutter’s cold, almost emotionless eyes. He nods his head.

“I admit, I did fall back into crime briefly. It was all I knew.”

“It was all either of us knew.” Sutter muses.

“But I got help.” Slater states. “I found the Julia Foundation and got help. They helped me clean up, get rehabilitated, and they even helped me get this job where I’m working to pay off my medical bills.”

“The medical bills resulting from my assault, I assume?” Sutter asks. Callum sighs and nods his head in confirmation.

“Yeah…but the doctors I found are miracle workers. They even think that I can resume my wrestling training really soon.”

“So you’re still pursuing your dreams?” Sutter is genuinely surprised to hear this. Slater nods his head.

“That’s right. Wrestling is what I wanted to do and nothing will keep me from it that easily.” Callum smiles for the first time since his encounter with Sutter. “And no, I don’t hold any grudges against you, Clyde.”

“You don’t?”

“Wrestling is a full contact sport.” Slater answers. “Injuries happen. I get it.”

The Assassin takes in the words he just heard come from the mouth of Callum Slater. He looks into his former associate’s eyes and the more he thinks about it, the more he begins to realize that Callum could not be the one behind these recent incidents of stalking and breaks in, all of this harassment directed towards him and his associates. Slater would not be behind this because he has no motive. Revenge just isn’t on his mind because he, like Clyde himself, is a changed man. He has no reason to hold him hostage.

“Go…” Clyde motions for him to leave “...I apologize for this evening, Mr. Slater.”

“No need to apologize.” Slater remarks. “If you really have been through the kind of crap you described, I don’t blame you for blowing up.”

“But I jumped to the conclusion and I blamed you.”

“It was a perfectly logical conclusion.” Slater chuckles. “We both come from the streets. I probably would’ve thought the same thing had the roles been reversed.”

“Still, it was wrong for me to accuse you and to intimidate you the way I did, especially after I was the one responsible for your situation in the first place.”

“Look, Clyde” Callum reaches up and places a hand on his chest “we’re good, mate. Ok? I forgive you.”

“Thank you, Mr. Slater.”

“No problem, mate.” He answers. “Now take care of you and yours.”

“I will.” Clyde smiles. “And perhaps, if Fate wills it, I will see you in the ring one day?”

“You bet I will.”

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October 5th, 2025
London, England
On Camera
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The camera begins to roll. We are outside in London, England and we find the enigmatic, classy, yet intimidating couple known as “The Assassin” Clyde Sutter and his girlfriend “The Third Generation Goddess” Melinda Braddock. Sutter’s long black wavy hair falls past his shoulders, framing his angular face. He wears a dark black three-piece suit paired with a white dress shirt and a tie. Beside him Melinda has her long blonde hair cascading over one shoulder and her expression radiates calm elegance. She wears a shimmering metallic gown t hat clings gracefully to her figure with a deep neckline and delicate straps. Behind them, the evening London sky glows in deep blue tones as the last light of day fades, and the warm glow of city lamps reflects off the grand architecture.

“There’s nowhere you can be that isn’t where you’re meant to be.” Sutter chuckles softly. “You never knew that John Lennon was such a philosopher, did you? I bet you didn’t realize Mr. Lennon was such a firm believer in Fate, did you? Well, regardless of his thoughts on Fate, the fact remains that he was absolutely correct when he made that statement. There truly is nowhere you can be that isn’t where you are meant to be and that is because of Fate. Fate puts us where we are meant to be. I was meant to be a professional wrestler and what’s more I was meant to be right here in Supreme Championship Wrestling and despite certain people’s best efforts, I am right where I was meant to be.”

“My grandfather was a legend. My mother was a legend. It was my destiny that not only should I follow in their footsteps but that I would one day surpass them in greatness.” Melinda states with a smug hint of arrogance in her voice. “I am The Third Generation Goddess and I am right where I am supposed to be, in Supreme Championship Wrestling, standing side by side with my man, Clyde Sutter.” Melinda leans in for a kiss. Clyde kisses her on the lips. He straightens up and then looks back into the camera.

“Fate doesn’t make mistakes and Fate does not rely on luck. The concepts of luck or chaos are all proven to be flawed in the face of Fate because Fate rules us all. If you want proof then just look at this upcoming 2025 Trios Tournament. This is supposed to be the tournament that is ruled by the chaos and luck of random draws. The old and overused phrase of ‘strange bedfellows’ comes to mind when you think of the odd pairings you get in the Trios Tournament. Yet here again, Fate is in control…not luck, certainly not chaos…but Fate and Fate alone is in control. Right, my love?” He looks over at Melinda who snickers knowingly.

“Of course. How else do you explain the fact that in my very first Trios Tournament ever I get my boyfriend, my fiancee, The Harbinger of Fate himself, Clyde Sutter drawn as one of my two Trios Tournament partners? This isn’t a case of friends having to fight one another or enemies having to work together. Quite the contrary. Me and Clyde are a well-oiled machine. All of the other Trios Tournament teams will have to spend hours, maybe even days, trying to figure out tag team chemistry.” She shakes her head. “Most will never work out that tag team chemistry. But Clyde and I already have that built in tag team chemistry. We have that advantage over every other tag team.” Braddock holds up one finger. “We only need to get along with ONE guy, Alex Belmont, and that’s it. Tell me that Fate isn’t smiling on us?”

“Mr. Belmont, you are a former SCW World Tag Team Champion. Emphasis on former.” Sutter smirks. “I imagine it must have been humiliating to lose to a team such as The Glimmer Sisters. Now do not mistake what I am saying, Mr. Belmont, I do not bring this up to provoke you. I merely wish to motivate you. I wish to remind you that one loss, one defeat, is not the end for your foundation. The power of a Trios Contract is great indeed. You can give yourself, or your friends, any match of your choosing. You could regain the SCW World Tag Team Title. You could go after the SCW World Title. You could have anything your heart desires. And Fate is ready to gift your foundation with that kind of power. You must only do one thing and that is to work together with myself and my beloved. I trust that is motivation enough to work with us and put down our opposition?” Sutter smirks. Melinda Braddock nods her head.

“Speaking of the opposition, these other teams want to make me shake my head in disgust. Strader cannot get along with anyone and Gavin only cares about making everything Gavin again. Oskar Theron hates everything. Does anyone actually think a pervert like Derek Adonis can really get along with Xander Valentine? But the opposition I want to focus on is the most immediate threat…”

“I would hardly call them a threat, love.” Sutter remarks.

“Very true. Nevertheless, they are opposition in the quarter finals. Let’s run it down shall we?” The Third Generation Goddess smirks. “Diamond Steele hasn’t been able to even buy a win lately. Let’s not forget that I already own a victory over the other Steele girls last week on Breakdown, Sapphire and Ruby. Then we go from someone who can’t win to someone who doesn’t even want to participate in the Trios Tournament at all in Dexter Grant.” She snickers. “Oh Dexter, you just wait, I have a very special VLOG planned with you in mind, you fool. If you truly want to disconnect then why don’t you go into the woods, build a cabin, and leave there and just don’t come back to SCW again? It would make everyone here so much happier. Besides, its not like you want to participate in this tournament now do you? So just walk away. Leave your partners high and dry. You know you want to.” Braddock winks.

“Mr. Lawler,” Sutter remarks quietly with a grin on his face “Fate keeps bringing us together. Isn’t it funny, Mr. Lawler, that Fate keeps bringing us back together again and again. We were fighting over the Television Title and now here we are ready to meet in the Trios Tournament. I warned you during our last battle that Fate would have the final say. I warned you that your Fate was sealed. You would not know when, nor would know where, but Fate had written your end. Now look at the scenario, Mr. Lawler, you have one partner who cannot win and another partner who you cannot trust because he doesn’t even want to be in the match to begin with.”

“Sucks to be you!” Melinda exclaims.

“I couldn’t have put it better myself, my love.” Sutter chuckles. “Next week in Sacramento, we, along with Mr. Belmont, will destroy the opposition. We will execute the will of Fate by executing Ms. Steele, Mr. Lawler, and Mr. Grant. The Fate of this year’s Trios Tournament is sealed and you are looking at the winners.”

[Chris Lawler]

Aftertaste

[Thunderhorse]

(Belmont) "Fire dance with Me"

[The Assassin]

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October 5th, 2025
London, England
Off Camera
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The 2025 Trios Tournament is going to begin this week. Melinda Braddock knows that every advantage belongs to her team; she and Sutter got on the same team, they have Alex Belmont, the third member of their squad, on the same page, even their first round opponents are questionable to say the very least in the sense that Diamond Steele has been on a losing streak and Dexter Grant doesn’t even want to be a participant in it, leaving Chris Lawler potentially all alone to fend for himself. This is her very first Trios Tournament but she isn’t a stranger to this event. She knows its reputation and the power that comes with the Trios Contract. Her mother, Glory Braddock, is a two time Trios Tournament winner. Melinda’s distant cousin, Kimberly Williams, also won a Trios Tournament. The Third Generation Goddess could use a Trios Contract to catapult herself into stardom. She could have any match of her choice at any time. She could force herself into a championship match of her choice without having to wait, without having to “earn” the opportunity. What’s more is that, with Sutter on her team, winning would essentially mean that The Vision would control two Trios Contracts. The Vision would easily be the most powerful group in SCW.

Before going back to the United States for the beginning of the Trios Tournament, Braddock finds herself in London, England to support her fiance Clyde Sutter. The Assassin is tracking down a lead on who might be stalking him. Melinda is concerned because she hasn’t seen her man act so bothered and upset in a long time. Usually he is calm, cool, and collected. Lately, ever since the stalking began, he has been nervous. Melinda is worried that Clyde might get himself into trouble. The best she can do is be here for him and support him. But she wishes she could do more, she just isn’t sure what she can do. Ordinarily this might be a time when a daughter gets advice from her mother. Melinda Braddock’s relationship with Glory Braddock is strained to say the least. So instead she has decided to meet up with Glory’s husband, Melinda’s step-father Kurt Logan.

The morning air in London carried that cool, damp sharpness that lingered after a night of drizzle, the kind that made the cobblestones gleam and the grass sparkle with tiny beads of moisture. The park in London, England was slowly waking, pigeons cooing from the branches, joggers tracing their usual paths, the distant hum of city traffic softened beneath the trees. On a weathered bench, Melinda Braddock sat with her legs crossed, her posture perfectly poised, yet there was something restless in the way she tapped her manicured fingernail against the side of her coffee cup. She was dressed with the kind of effortless sophistication that made passersby glance twice; cream-colored coat cinched neatly at the waist, dark jeans tucked into ankle boots, a silk scarf the shade of rose-gold framing her face. Her blonde hair, still immaculate despite the humidity, cascaded in soft curls past her shoulders, catching the faint sunlight that struggled through the gray clouds. But beneath the calm exterior, her eyes, sharp blue and endlessly expressive. The park had always been a place of comfort for her when the world of wrestling became too loud, too brutal, too performative. It was one of the few spaces where Melinda could simply be herself, not a prodigy, not The Third Generation Goddess. Just Melinda. And yet, even here, sitting quietly with the distant sound of ducks paddling across the lake, her thoughts refused to slow down.

Kurt Logan sat beside her, the bench creaking faintly beneath his weight. He had that easy, grounded presence that filled any silence without effort. Dressed in a worn leather jacket and faded jeans, he looked every bit the retired fighter who had seen the highs and lows of the business. His black hair was streaked with silver now, and the lines around his eyes spoke of a man who’d laughed and fought hard in equal measure. Despite the years and the distance from the ring, there was still a quiet strength in his posture. He held a paper cup of his own, steam curling into the chill air. He hadn’t said much yet, but he didn’t need to. Melinda knew that look; the patient one, the one he gave before saying something that usually landed harder than a punch. She glanced toward the water, watching the reflection of a passing swan distort in the ripples. Around them, life went on in muted motion. London, vast and alive, seemed a world away from the flashing lights and roaring crowds that defined her career. And yet, that world was always there, waiting, calling her back.

“Thanks for coming to see me, Kurt.” Melinda says quietly Kurt nods his head.

“No need to thank me, Mels.” He answers back. “Your mom and I care for you and will always help you out anytime you need us.”

“You maybe…but mom…” her voice trails off. Kurt sighs.

“Your mom loves you, Mels.” He says. “I know you two have a bit of a strained relationship but…”

“Strained isn’t the right word.” Melinda snaps, interrupting him quickly. “She threw away any claim she had to the Braddock wrestling legacy. That’s why I claimed it for myself and why I will revitalize it.”

“Your mother is doing better.” Kurt points out. “You should give her a chance.”

“I’ll believe it when I see it.” Melinda rolls her eyes. “But that isn’t the only problem I have with her. And I think you know the other problem I have with her.”

“Clyde Sutter.” Kurt says. Melinda nods her head.

“Clyde and I have been dating for a couple of years now. We are going to be married soon. You would think that mom would respect my life choices, especially the choice I made for my future husband.”

“I agree, she should,” Kurt sighs “but you need to understand why your mom has her reservations. You and Clyde have a past…and not a very good one…”

“I know.” Melinda says quietly, nodding her head in agreement. “Do you think I forgot the physical and verbal abuse? Do you think I forgot everything he did to me? That’s not something you forget so easily. But he has changed. He has worked very hard to get the mental, the psychological help he needed to turn his life around.”

“I believe you, Mels.”

“He loves me, Kurt.” Melinda says. “And I understand why mom might have her reservations but why won’t she at least give him a chance?”

Kurt can see the genuine pain in Melinda Braddock’s eyes. She feels as much pain about this tense relationship as Glory does. Kurt leans over and embraces Melinda in a tight hug. After breaking the embrace he looks deep into her eyes.

“I get it, Mels. But tell you what, I’ll talk to her. Does that sound good?”

“Yeah…” Melinda smiles warmly “...it does. Thanks, Kurt.”

“No problem, kiddo.” Kurt pats her on the back. “But I take it you didn’t want to meet me just to gripe about your mother.”

“You’re right.” Melinda shakes her head. “It’s Clyde.”

“Trouble in paradise?” Kurt asks, arching his brow. Melinda again shakes her head.

“Oh no, absolutely not. Me and Clyde are fine. But I am worried about him. He is convinced someone is stalking him.”

“Is it paranoia or is it real?” Kurt asks curiously.

“He is convinced its real and I don’t see any reason not to believe him.” Melinda points out. “His apartment in Charlotte was ransacked. So what do you think?”

“It certainly sounds legit.” Kurt’s facial expression changes, looking nervous. “Are you ok, Mels?”

“Yes.” Melinda nods her head. “But that’s just it, that’s why Clyde is being driven nuts. He’s worried that whoever is going after him might start coming after me.” She sighs and shakes her head. “I want to help him, Kurt, but I don’t know what else I can do.”

“Sometimes all you can do to help those you love is just be there for them.” Kurt says.

“That’s not very helpful.” Melinda sighs out of frustration. Kurt chuckles.

“Sorry, but its the truth. There have been many instances where your mom was in trouble and there wasn’t much I could do to help. All I could do was be there for her and offer my support.”

“So I suppose that’s what I have to do for Clyde?” She asks. Kurt nods his head.

“That’s my advice. Besides, don’t you have something else to focus on? Trios Tournament?”

“Right…” Melinda smiles “...Clyde and I are lucky. We got to be on the same team.”

“Lucky is a good word for it.” Kurt nods his head. “Your mom won two Trios Tournaments and neither of her winning teams included people she particularly liked or cared for. Neither of her winning team had built in tag team chemistry. But your team has at least some built in tag team chemistry. That should give you an advantage that she never had.”

“Way to put the pressure on me, Kurt.” Melinda snickers. “Now you’re making it sound like I have to win.”

“Sorry.” Kurt pats her on the back. “Seriously, though, the Trios Tournament is a rare opportunity to win your way into any type of match you want. That kind of power is unheard of in this business but SCW gives out three of those opportunities each year to the winners of this tournament. Do not take anything for granted. Just because you and Clyde got lucky to be drawn for the same team doesn’t mean you are automatically going to win.”

“I know, Kurt.”

“Do you?” He asks. “I know you and Clyde are certainly on the same page but what about Alex Belmont?”

“Clyde and I had a talk with Belmont.” She smirks. “We’re all on the same page.”

“I hope so, because you need to be on the same page if you want to win this thing.”

[The Assassin]

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October 8th, 2025
Sacramento, California
Off Camera
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The tensions are rising as the 2025 SCW Trios Tournament now is just a little less than twenty four hours away from commencing. “The Assassin” Clyde Sutter and his lovely bride to be “The Third Generation Goddess” got extremely lucky with their draw, as they ended up on the same Trios Team. The third wheel of their Trio will be a formidable one to say the least; former SCW World Tag Team Champion Alex Belmont. Is it luck that has put this trio in prime position to potentially run the gauntlet and win the entire tournament this year? Sutter and Braddock would say that it was Fate. Fate has decided that this year their team will win and they will bring home the Trios Contracts. It all begins tomorrow night on Breakdown from Sacramento, California when they face their quarter finals opponents Diamond Steele, Chris Lawler, and Dexter Grant. The first round opposition they drew is another sign in the minds of Sutter and Braddock that Fate is smiling upon them. Diamond Steele has had little to no luck in SCW since signing with the promotion and Dexter Grant doesn’t even want to be a part of the tournament to begin with. This leaves Chris Lawler with no one he can truly rely on.

The elevator doors opened with a muted chime, releasing the trio of Clyde Sutter, Melinda Braddock, and Fiona Logan into the quiet hallway of the top floor. The carpet beneath their feet was thick, patterned in muted gold and burgundy, muffling every step as they made their way toward the suite at the end of the corridor. Clyde Sutter led the way, his tall frame and broad shoulders cutting an imposing silhouette against the soft glow of the wall sconces. He moved with a quiet confidence, his long black hair tied loosely at the back of his neck. Behind him, Melinda Braddock followed with a graceful composure that came naturally to her, though her curious blue eyes darted about, taking in every detail of the upscale hotel surroundings. Dressed in fitted travel clothes and an ivory jacket, she looked effortlessly elegant, the sort of woman who could turn heads without trying. Fiona Logan trailed just a step behind them, hands tucked into the pockets of her black leather jacket. The Boston native had a presence all her own, sharp-edged, grounded, and far less interested in appearances. Her dark hair fell straight past her shoulders, a stark contrast to Melinda’s polished poise. The soft California evening light filtering through the hallway windows caught the faint glint of the small silver cross at her neck, an understated accessory that said more about her than words could.

When Clyde stopped before the suite, he retrieved the keycard; before the light on the lock turned green with a soft click. The door swung open to reveal a spacious suite, modern and refined, with tall windows overlooking the Sacramento skyline. The fading daylight stretched long across the floor, painting the cream colored walls in shades of amber and gold. Inside, the living area was tastefully arranged with sleek furniture and a glass coffee table that reflected the glow of the setting sun. A bouquet of fresh lilies rested in a vase near the minibar, their faint perfume drifting through the room. Luggage was set aside neatly as Clyde surveyed the space, his gaze steady and evaluating, while Melinda moved toward the window, already captivated by the view. Fiona lingered by the entrance for a moment, her expression softening slightly as she took in the quiet, polished calm of the suite.

“Now this is what I’m talking about!” Fiona exclaims as she approaches a plush, luxurious sofa and instantly plops down onto it. Melinda Braddock walks over and gazes down at Fiona, folding her arms over her chest, and smirks.

“I didn’t think the lap of luxury was your thing?”

“It’s not.” Fiona winks. “But a girl can treat herself every now and then, can’t she?”

“Of course.”

Braddock looks up from Fiona to find Clyde wandering around the suite. The intimidating, imposing harbinger of Fate appears to be looking for something as he scans the room, looking at each and every wall, stopping at the windows and looking out. His paranoia seems higher than usual. Braddock furrows her brow as she approaches him. She wraps her arms around him, causing him to turn around and face her.

“Yes, my love?”

“Are you ok?”

“Of course, I am.” He smiles warmly.

“You just seem a little distracted.” Melinda points out. “Does it have anything to do with the SCW Trios Tournament? I mean, I get it, this tournament is a big deal. The pressure to win it is real because the winners get those Trios Contracts.”

“Yes, I know.” Sutter nods his head. “With those contracts come so much power to control Supreme Championship Wrestling. But you should know by now that I am no longer bothered by pressure of such high stakes situations. My trust is in Fate. Whatever Fate has planned will be.”

“So you’re not concerned about losing?” Melinda asks. Sutter shakes his head.

“Of course not. Besides, is there any doubt that Fate is on our side?” Clyde smirks knowingly. “We were placed on the same team…” he kisses her on the lips softly and gently “...it was meant to be.”

“Bleg…” Fiona feigns gagging as she sits up “...other people are in the room, guys!”

“Oh calm down, Fiona.” Melinda chuckles. “Clyde and I will make history. The first couple to win Trios Contracts.”

“Would that be a first?”

“Pretty sure.” Melinda nods her head.

“Regardless, we will bring not just one but TWO Trios Contracts to our group.” The Assassin chimes in. “The power will be ours to wield and use as we see fit. Fate has decided this. So have no fears, my love, this Trios Tournament is of no concern.”

“That’s good, I suppose,” Melinda states “but something is bothering you.”

“Melinda…”

“Don’t lie to me.” Melinda says commandingly. “You can’t lie to me. I know you too well. Something is definitely bothering you and if it isn’t the Trios Tournament, then what is it?”

The Assassin sighs. He slowly walks past Melinda and then over towards the sofa. Fiona moves over, making room for Clyde. He sits down. Melinda Braddock sits down next to him and places a gentle hand on his knee.

“Callum Slater.”

“Oh, him…” Melinda’s voice trails off. Fiona furrows her brow out of confusion.

“Who is that dude?”

“He was getting lessons from my grandfather’s wrestling school the same year as Clyde.” Melinda says. “Clyde was going through difficult times. He could not control his anger, his temper, his rage; he ended up assaulting Slater, injuring him to the point that he could not finish the training.”

“Damn.” Fiona exclaims.

“Some strange things have been happening lately.” Melinda explains. “Stalking, break ins, all targeting Clyde. Clyde thinks that Callum may be behind it.”

“Except that he’s not.” Sutter chimes in. Melinda arches her brow out of surprise.

“What?!”

“I managed to track down Callum and I…interrogated him…” Sutter shakes his head “...and I learned that he was NOT permanently injured and, in fact, he is working to complete his wrestling training.”

“So he has no reason to seek revenge?” Melinda asks.

“Correct. Besides, he is holding down a respectable job and he no longer lives a life of crime. He has turned his entire life around, just like me.”

“That’s good for him.” Melinda sighs. “But what does that mean for you?”

“It means I am back at square one.” Sutter shrugs his shoulders. “I have no idea who is behind these targeted harassments.”

“Y’know, if I may say something?” Fiona speaks up, bringing the attention of Clyde and Melinda onto her. “If you ask me, I think you should look at the person you’d least suspect.”

“What do you mean?” Clyde asks curiously.

“Think about this, would you ever suspect family of doing anything bad to you?” She pauses to let the question simmer for a moment. “If it were me, if someone were doing something to me, my first suspects would be family. My biological parents abandoned me, maybe they decided to track me down after all these years? My foster father was an asshole who hurt me and abused me when I was in his care. Maybe he decided he wasn’t done hurting me?”

“I see your point.” Melinda says, nodding her head. “Perhaps my mother is behind this? She does still hate you, Clyde. She has a lot of connections, it would be easy for her to harass you.”

“Your mother would not be behind this.” Clyde remarks, shaking his head. “She knows that it would just further alienate her from you. Besides, I do think that she is legitimately trying to accept our relationship.”

“Sure.” Melinda rolls her eyes and looks on skeptically.

“Look, we’re getting off track.” Fiona states. “I’m not saying that its definitely family. It could be. It might not be. I’m just saying that the person targeting the big guy here is likely someone he least suspects.”

“Fair enough.” Melinda looks over at Clyde. “So does any of this help? Does it give you any possible suspects?”

“As a matter of fact…” Sutter narrows his eyes in an angry glare “...it does.”.

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Vlog #64
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Greetings my lovelies! Three time, longest reigning, and current one half of the Midwest Championship Wrestling Tag Team Champions, and soon to be 2025 Trios Tournament winner, The Third Generation Goddess herself Melinda Braddock is here for your viewing pleasure!

Yes, it’s true, the 2025 Trios Tournament has arrived. The Trios Tournament is famous, some would say infamous, due to the long term chaos it causes. The chaos begins with the teams formed for the tournament; a bunch of unorganized losers who can’t get along desperately trying to survive, not really win, but just survive and not tear each other apart. Then after the tournament has ended, the chaos continues with the three winners using those contracts to create even more chaos by wielding the massive power to book any matches that their hearts desire.

I think we have our first hashtag of the day, am I right? And this, as well as all of my other hashtags, go out to that idiot who hates any and all forms of social media, one of my quarter finals opponents Dexter Grant.

#Chaos
#TriosChaos
#TriosTournament

Things are never quite as they appear, my lovelies. You look at these Trios Tournaments and it is easy to see all of this chaos and anarchy seemingly run rampant and rule the day. But if you peel back the layers and get to the real heart of the matter, you will see that chaos truly has nothing to do with it. You will see that Fate ultimately is in control. My man says it all the time but why listen to him? Just look at my mother…

…I mean, she does enjoy that spotlight, so please, look at her! She won the Trios Tournament two years in a row. Do you think that is chaos? No, my lovelies, that is Fate. Fate smiled upon my mother by giving her two Trios Contracts in a row. Of course, she squandered them both.

#Squandered
#Wasted

Rest assured that this will be different. Fate is smiling on a new Braddock and her name is Melinda Braddock, the Third Generation Goddess. I will repeat what my mother did and win my first ever Trios Tournament. Unlike my mother, my Trios Contract will not go to waste because I will listen to Fate.

If you don’t believe that Fate is on my team’s side, just look at the evidence. What is the likelihood that I would get my future husband, my man Clyde Sutter, drawn as one of my Trios Tournament partners? With Alex Belmont, a former tag team champion in his own right, as the third member of our team, we practically have the tag team chemistry part locked down. We are already a well-oiled machine. It wasn’t luck that this perfect team was put together, it wasn’t chaos either, it was Fate. Fate has given this team the easy road to victory…

…a road that begins against Diamond Steele. Chris Lawler. Dexter Grant.

#DexterGrant

There! Get him trending, my lovelies, just to piss him off. The funny thing about him is that he doesn’t even want to be a part of this tournament to begin with. It has something to do with how this feeds into his strange ass conspiracy theory nonsense. Somehow being in this tournament will connect him or whatever it is he hates. But the thing is, he doesn’t want to be a part of it and when you have a competitor who clearly doesn’t want anything to do with this tournament, then how can you count on them to be a team player?

Diamond Steele could certainly use the Trios Tournament Contract to jumpstart her career. But she can’t even buy a win against anyone on this roster. This isn’t a knock against her. It’s just facts. Fate has not been kind to her and I do not see that changing anytime soon. How can you count on someone who clearly has a massive string of bad luck?

Which brings me to the man who is an island unto himself. Chris Lawler.

#IslandUntoHimself
#SucksToBeLawler
#LawlerCutter

You would be a massive threat in this tournament under any other circumstances, Chris. Trust me, I know. You took Selena Frost to her limit. You own victories over my man Clyde. But let’s be realistic here; one partner is on a massive losing streak, the other doesn’t want to play ball. You are on a team where you literally can only trust yourself.

Me, Clyde, and Belmont are a unit. We are all on the same page. That doesn’t bode well for you, Chris. Quite frankly, it doesn’t bode well for anyone else in this tournament. We are the only team in this entire tournament built upon trust. We are the only team that was built by Fate itself. So don’t be surprised when we mow through Steele, Lawler, and Grant.

Don’t be surprised when we take down our semi-final competition next week.

And don’t be surprised when Clyde Sutter, Alex Belmont, and “The Third Generation Goddess” Melinda Braddock are announced as the winners of the 2025 Trios Tournament at Under Attack, because Fate has written the script for this year’s Trios Tournament and, as my man always says, the Fate…the Fate of each and every other team in this tournament…is sealed.

[Digitox]

RP 1:
https://docs.google.com/document/d/1wogh...sp=sharing