The Evolution of Glory Braddock

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GCW No Chance In Hell

July 26^th, 2015

Off Camera

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It’s July of 2014 and Julia Braddock, sister of Glory Braddock, had been enslaved for well over a year thanks to Aphrodite Noel, who had been blackmailing the young Braddock prodigy.  What started out as simply a matter of service became something deeper as Aphrodite forced Julia to become her daughter.  Julia even had to change her name to Julia Noel, all with the sole purpose of eliminating the Braddock family line.

Well that didn’t set well with the Braddock family and Glory Braddock in particular, as per the norm for the British Bombshell, stepped up to the plate when no one else would and decided to fight on behalf of her sister.  But Aphrodite Noel would not release Julia unless Glory put something on the line; her freedom in a match.  If Glory were to win, Julia could go free.  But if Aphrodite won, Glory would be under the same agreement Julia was under, Glory would also have to become Aphrodite’s daughter.

The shocking turn of events was the fact that Julia turned on Glory, costing her the match and allowing Aphrodite to win.  That is where we pick things up as Aphrodite Noel and Julia Alexis Noel enter their dressing room followed by Glory Braddock.  It’s Aphrodite who speaks up first…

“Gloria, one question...”

Aphrodite smirks.

“Who is in charge now?”

The elder Braddock cannot answer her.  She is glaring angrily at Aphrodite and, if looks could kill, Noel would be dead right now.  But her angry reaction is stopped when Julia slaps her across the face.

“ANSWER HER!”

Glory glares at Julia.

“...how could you?”

“Simple... I am the only person in her life who has cared about her. Julia has always been number one in my heart. Contrary to what you may think of me, I can’t exist in this world without her, she feels the same way. You threatened to tear us apart. Now, you pay for your interference.”

Glory shakes her head.

“It doesn’t matter what you say, Julia will come to her senses and no matter what you say I AM in control!”

Aphrodite chuckles.

“A court of law disagrees with you, Gloria. Tonight, you lost. As of right now, you belong to me. What’s yours is mine.”

Julia gets up in Glory’s face and smirks proudly.

“What is your name?”

Glory knows full well the answer that is expected of her but she refuses to give it, choosing to remain defiant until the bitter end.

“Glory Braddock.”

Julia slaps her again.

“Wrong answer!”

Aphrodite chuckles.

“Gloria Marie Noel is your new name.  You are my daughter.”

Julia glares down at Glory and asks the question again.

“So tell us, what is your name?”

“My name is…”

It is becoming all too clear that Glory’s resolve is breaking down.  She knows legally she has no recourse.  Sighing she gives them the answer they want, although through gritted teeth.

“My name is…Gloria Marie Noel.”

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GCW Extreme Prejudice

August 30^th, 2014

Off Camera

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It has been a month since Glory was adopted by Aphrodite as her newest daughter.  Glory’s sister, “Princess” Julia Noel has been enjoying this new role.  For the longest time Glory was the favorite within the Braddock Family but now that Aphrodite has adopted both of them, Julia is the favorite.  The tables have indeed turned.  Princess Julia Noel is lying comfortably on the sofa of her dressing room when GCW Owner Glory Braddock enters the room. Glory gets on bended knee in front of Julia.

“Are you comfortable, my sister?”

The Princess grins.

“Oh yes, quite.”

She sits up and looks d own at Glory.

“And I see you have accepted the truth that you are not Gloria Braddock, that you are in reality Gloria Noel, my little sister.”

“I have accepted that in order to stay out of trouble I need to feed you and...Mother...what you want to hear. I know you are my cousin, my younger cousin, and I know one day we'll both be free from her.”

“Freedom?”

She stands up and motions for Glory to rise.

“Freedom is being able to do whatever you want. I was like you once, sister, and I thought I belonged to that filthy Braddock family. While those wild tales remained in my head, Mother kept me in servitude...for my own good of course. When I came to my senses and realized that I was born of royalty, that I had royal blood flowing through my veins, when I realized that I was Julia Noel and not Julia Braddock, I was elevated from servant to Princess of Camelot. And as Princess I can do whatever I want.”

Julia places her hands on Glory's shoulders.

“Queen Aphrodite Noel is OUR mother and she loves us dearly. That's why she made me the heir to her kingdom. And you are Gloria Noel, my baby sister. Once you accept that reality, you will be elevated to the status of Duchess. Lady Gloria of the Camelot Kingdom. Are you ready to admit who you are, my sister?”

Glory shakes her head.

“Never. I will never deny my Braddock heritage.”

“It's a shame. Until you DO come to your senses as I have, you will have to remain a servant. Now bow.”

Glory bows to her knees.

“Yes, my Princess.”

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GCW Deadly Dreams

September 27^th, 2014

Off Camera

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Another month has passed and while Glory hasn’t been quite as brainwashed as Julia has been, she is also beginning to slowly lose faith that she will ever regain any of her freedom that she once had.  She is beginning to slowly accept that she may have to live out the rest of her life as Gloria Marie Noel.  Maybe the Braddock Family really is dead?

We open backstage in a dressing room. Gloria Noel is there with her daughter Melinda. Gloria is smiling, although it is clear it is a forced smile.

“You look lovely, Melinda.”

“I look stupid.”

The fourteen year old is wearing a lovely pink dress indeed, one that matches her mother’s pink dress.

“No, you don’t. You look beautiful.”

“I look like a pansy. Why do I have to wear this crap?”

“We’ve been through this…”

“Yeah, because you’re too scared to stand up to Aphrodite.”

Gloria shakes her head.

“Mel...sweetie...please understand that if you don’t do this then she’ll take me away from you. You know that, right?”

The young teenager does understand this perfectly well.  Aphrodite legally owns this family and Glory can do nothing about it.  Melinda sighs and nods her head.

“ ...yes, I know.”

“So, please...just play along.”

The door swings open. Aphrodite Noel and Mason Van Stanton come in.

“Hellllooooo ladies!”

Glory rolls her eyes at Mason’s greeting.

“Gloria, you are familiar with this dashing young man.”

“Unfortunately, yes…”

“Awww, now is that any way to speak to the man who is gonna help guide Camelot to greatness?”

He walks over to a nearby sofa and jumps onto it. He smirks ever so arrogantly at Gloria.

“I need Mason to be my eyes and ears. Who knows his vagabond brother better than Mason? I also need Mason to accompany you on your journey to IWC. I can’t be there all the time, my Kingdom needs me here. I won’t prevent you from winning another World Championship, only difference your next title reign will be in the Noel name.”

“It doesn’t change anything!”

That loud shout came from Melinda.  Glory swats her daughter on the hand.

“Melinda!”

“...I’m sorry.”

Young Melinda curtsies as her mother taught her.

“Accept my apologies...my Queen...”

“It’s ok, Melinda.”

Aphrodite stares at Gloria.

“Not your fault, Melinda, you still have that ‘Braddock Pride’ poisoning your veins. I trust my favorite daughter shall humble you to the ways of Noel. Correct, Gloria?”

“Oh I will, mother. I already went through the proper legal channels to legally change her name. She is legally Melinda Alexis Noel now. My father Glenn is now the only Braddock left.”

“He’ll be tougher to reign in, old men are set in their ways.”

Glory sighs.

“Could we not just leave him alone? Once he is gone, there is no one left to continue on the legacy. It’s over, mother. You’ve won.

“You’re right, I won. Tonight everyone on the GCW roster will choice to accept my law as absolute. Or they will be fired. I love firing people. Makes me feel warm inside.”

Mason sits up.

“Ahem! If I may interject something...my dimwit of a brother has gone virtually “radio silent” since your beat down last week. That means one of three things...he’s either getting laid, you’ve scared him and he’s running, or he’s got a plan.”

He smirks.

“And that bitch is a virgin so it damn sure isn’t option A!”

“What was he babbling about, demons and men.. some nonsense.”

“Not sure, he may have been drunk, but what I DO know is that if you want to do it live, out in the ring tonight, you may want to have back-up, just in case. In case he actually does bring a demon or three straight from hades or some shit like that. Nothing Rex Sanders and The Princess Julia as well as Gloria here can’t handle, right your Royal Queenliness?”

“Exactly.”

He smirks.

“See how great I am?”

“I see how manipulative you are...”

“That wasn’t nice. Apologize to Mr. Stanton.”

Mason grins.

“Yeah, apologize hotpants.”

“Don’t you see through his crap, mother? You see through me! I agreed to succumb and become a Noel, I even agreed to make my daughter one as well, so I could have my freedom. At least you know I have an agenda. He has an agenda too. He wants to get into our pants.”

“Hey now! I respect the sanctity of marriage!”

Aphrodite nods her head.

“CJ is the one for me, daugther. Mr. Stanton can sell me the entire universe, under no circumstance I would sleep with this man. He knows why I require his presence. He wants to see his brother fail just as badly as I do. What better way to humiliate Henry than by having his more charming, more intelligent, more business minded brother assist in his destruction. You are loyal to Kurt. I don’t fancy you as the type of person to stray on the one they love.”

Glory sighs upon hearing Kurt’s name.

“Kurt...that’s another story altogether. He’s taking my new lot in life very hard.”

“He’ll get used to it. He did wait for you to move past your sister’s new squeeze, Mr. Williams. Don’t mind him, men. If the poor man can’t accept your new lot in life. There are plenty of men who would fall over themselves to worship you.”

“Speaking of my sister, if Julia is The Princess, that makes her the heir. Why then do you say I’m the favorite? Is she not the favorite, mother?”

She wraps an arm around Glory’s shoulder.

“What you told me awhile back resonated with me, Julia can be a tad unstable at times. You’ve proven to me to be the sensible one. I love Julia. I can’t live without her. Her blood sweat and tears helped build Camelot. She deserves the title Princess for all her hard work. I’m impressed by the progress you made. Enjoy spending time with you. Julia’s Princess duties, we don’t spend as much time together anymore. I have grown to depend more on you.”

“Were it not for Julia, I wouldn’t be your daughter today...we both know this.”

Aphrodite nods.

“I know. Well, tonight is a big night. First I take my Television Championship from Kayla Jones. I force a member of the Jones Family to bow to the Queen.”

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March of 2016

Off Camera

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Royalty, regal, and class have recently defined the nature and personality of one of the best professional wrestlers of all time.  This individual used to be described as a tomboy, so much so that she hated the mere thought of skirts and heels.  Now it's hard to find her in anything but the latest in high class women's fashion.  Now this tomboy can be best described as a lady.

Who is this individual?  It's none other than “The British Bombshell” Glory Braddock.

Glory Braddock's life changed tremendously two years ago.  Back then she was still sole owner of Global Championship Wrestling as well as the reigning FWA World Heavyweight Champion, having recently defeated Isis Derrida for the gold at Darkness Within.  Unfortunately, FWA would shut its doors shortly after Glory won the gold and she would not get to defend the title.  While that fact disappointed Braddock, she tried to look on the positive side; at least now she focus her entire time and energy on her own wrestling promotion.

FWA shutting its doors wouldn't be the only crisis Glory would have to face.  Shortly after FWA shut its doors, Glory was faced with having to deal with one Aphrodite Noel once and for all.

For years Aphrodite had blackmailed and enslaved Julia Braddock, Glory's sister.  Aphrodite even forced Julia to sign paperwork acknowledging that she was Aphrodite's legal daughter.  But Glory never was able to step in to fight on Julia's behalf.  Duties as GCW Owner or her commitments to FWA had always kept her busy.  But now she had enough.  And with FWA shut down, Glory was committed to saving her sister from Aphrodite.  Glory offered to put her own freedom on the line in a match if Aphrodite would put her contract with Julia on the line.

Little did Glory know that it was all a ruse.  Julia, freshly brainwashed, assisted Aphrodite in winning the match.  And as per the agreement, Glory would have to obey Aphrodite and among her first orders was for Glory to allow Aphrodite to adopt her as a daughter.

For two years Glory lived under the shadow of being Aphrodite Noel's daughter and for two years Glory struggled at first to free herself from the bondage and then, as she slowly began to accept her fate, she struggled to consider who she really was.

And perhaps that question has finally been answered for The British Bombshell?  For the tomboyish Glory Braddock no longer exists.  Everywhere she goes, unless she's wrestling, she is a lady to the core.  And while she may call herself Glory Braddock in the wrestling ring for the television cameras, legally she still considers herself Gloria Marie Noel.

Along with the name change and wardrobe change comes a personality change.  No longer is she the stubborn yet humble woman every fan knew and loved.  She is regal and ladylike, very full of herself in the sense that she believes herself to be better than everyone else.

But is it truly a personality change?  Those who know Glory would say so but her true, closest friends would say that this new Glory has always been there, hiding deep down in the inner recesses of her soul this Glory had always been there.  It just took the manipulation of someone like Aphrodite Noel to bring it out.  And this new Glory will do whatever it takes to get what she wants.

And right now what she wants is full control of her company back.

About a year after being forced to change her identity, Glory was slapped with a shocking punishment from the GCW Board of Directors.  She was still owner, they could not take that from her, but they did take away her power to act in an executive fashion within the company.  She was but a mere figurehead.  She hated the move but she knew the Board of Directors did it so as to ensure Aphrodite Noel would not utilize her influence over Glory Braddock to make decisions.

Glory's next move was to sell 50% of GCW, 25% apiece to Donovan Kayl and William Mason, so that GCW would have someone in an ownership position that she trusted to act.  But now she wants her company back.  All of it.  She wants the power to act.

This is what brings her to GCW Headquarters today in Raleigh, NC.  She is sitting in a lobby just outside of the conference room.  The beautiful blonde is wearing a black pencil skirt that flatters her curves, a matching black suit coat over a white silky blouse.  Her feet are encased in black peep-toe high heeled pumps.  Her long golden locks of hair hang to just below the shoulders.  She has been waiting her for awhile now but she can afford to wait.  She has been waiting for this opportunity for a long time now and she is confident that now, finally, she will get what she wants. She is certain the Board of Directors will rule in her favor.

Her wait comes to an end when the conference room door opens and a younger looking brunette steps out, smiling politely at Glory.

“They're ready for you, Ms. Noel...”

Glory stands up and nods in the woman's general direction as a way of acknowledging her.

“Thank you.”

The brunette steps aside and holds the door open as Glory walks across the laminate floor, her heels clicking as she goes.  The brunette shuts the door upon Glory walking across the threshold into the conference room.  The first thing she spots is an oval shaped brown oak desk.  Sitting around this desk are a group of nine individuals, five men and four women.  Braddock scans the entire room, making sure to make eye contact with each of the nine Board members before greeting them.

“I am so happy that you all made time out of your schedules to come and speak with me about the future of MY company.”

Glory pours on the sickeningly sweet tone of voice and makes certain to emphasize the word “MY” for that is key to her request today.  She wants to remind these Board members that GCW belongs to her.

Unfortunately, not all of the Board members sympathize with Glory.  She knew this would be the case going in, particularly the negative feelings coming from a short, pudgy, bald headed Board member near the center of the group named Donald.

“I'm not sure if we're here to discuss the future of GCW or just your future, Ms. Noel.”

A low chuckle escapes Glory's lips.

“My future, GCW's future, they really are the same thing, correct?”

Donald rolls his eyes and motions to an empty chair at the desk.

“Fine, fine, whatever.  Just sit down, please.”

Glory walks over and sits down in the chair at the desk.  The way everyone is seated, Glory now faces all nine of the board members.  For many, this might be an intimidating situation, but for someone who has made her career off of putting her body on the line day in and day out in a wrestling ring, this is child's play.  The confident gaze in Glory's eyes tell the story of a woman who is expecting this to be a walk in the park.  Donald, the primary leader here on this Board of Directors, just stares her down, cold and emotionlessly.  Glory breaks the ice.

“Once again, I want to thank everyone on the Board of Directors for joining me here today.  I am confident that each of you got a copy of my petition, correct?”

Donald nods his head.

“Yes we did.”

“Excellent.  But just to remind everyone, let's go back to the beginning...”

Donald sighs.

“Must we?”

“Yes.  Now then, knowing that I could potentially be manipulated by Aphrodite Noel, you took away my power to act as sole owner of GCW.  You agreed to return it to me under certain conditions.  The primary condition was as follows; you will note that, as per the requirement placed upon me by the Board of Directors, I have diligently attended sessions with a psychiatrist in order to receive the help you claimed I needed.  You will also note that I sold half of the company to Donovan Kayl and William Mason so that, while I attended the required psychiatric sessions, GCW would have owners that could act.”

A woman, a black haired beauty sitting to Donald's left, speaks up this time.

“We remember all of this and it is in your petition.  But ultimately the trouble for you all began with Aphrodite Noel.”

“Quite right, Alicia, but I must ask you this, has Aphrodite Noel not changed her ways recently?”

The woman nods her head in agreement.

“I have to admit, Aphrodite Noel has grown and matured in many ways since the Camelot situation.”

“Great.  Then as you can see, since Aphrodite Noel is no longer a threat, and since I did attend those psychiatric sessions you required me to attend, is it not fair to give me my power back?”

Glory scans the entire table, making sure to stare down each one of the board members.  She can feel as if some are beginning to go her way.  She can feel as if she has this won.  All it takes is for this to become official but that has to come from one person; Donald. And he is the one who speaks next.

“You raise some good points, points that the Board considered when we were making our decision...”

Glory's smirk grows wider.

“...but...”

Glory frowns.

“But?”

“...yes, but the Board must ask you a few questions.  The answer to those questions will ultimately decide whether or not you get your power back.”

“Yeah, sure, whatever you want.”

The British Bombshell forces a confident gaze upon her face.

“I have nothing to hide.”

“Good.  First question is in regards to the psychiatric sessions.  Upon seeing this claim you made about how “diligently” you attended them, I wanted to confirm.  We were told you had not been released from your therapy.  Is that correct?”

Glory inwardly curses her bad luck.  She wasn't expecting them to do such digging and research into this.  The truth is, she has not been released as of yet.

“Uh....yes, that is correct.”

“So, therefore that means you are still attending these sessions, correct?”

“Um...uh...”

Glory is nervous.  Very nervous.

“Don't lie to us, Ms. Noel, because we can find out the truth with a simple phone call.”

“Um...”

Glory sighs and then shakes her head.

“...no, I'm no longer seeing the psychiatrist.”

“So you independently stopped treatment?”

Glory nods her head.

“Yes, that is correct.”

“That wasn't part of the agreement.”

“Look, I know it wasn't part of the agreement but the fact is that I am fine.  Despite what anything that quack of a doctor says, I am fine.  I no longer need treatment.”

Donald frowns.

“We'll be the judge of that.  Tell me...tell the Board...who is your mother?”

Glory stares angrily across the table at Donald.  She refuses to speak.  Now Donald is the one growing more and more confident by the second.

“Go ahead...we are waiting for your answer.”

“My mother...”

Glory sighs.

“...Aphrodite Noel is my mother.”

Donald shakes his head.

“That's all we need to hear.  The Board has decided NOT to grant you full power to act.”

Glory shoots up out of her chair, standing up and glaring across the table angrily at the other board members but more especially at Donald.

“This is an outrage!  You can't do this!  GCW is my company!”

“Incorrect.  GCW belongs to Gloria Marie Braddock.  So long as you claim to be Gloria Marie Noel, you will not receive anything from this Board.”

He points to the door.

“Good day...Ms. Noel...”

In a huff Glory turns and storms out of the conference room, slamming the door behind her.  She is not in a good mood for this meeting did not go as planned.  She was expecting a victory.  She was expecting to get her company back.  But it didn't happen that way.  The British Bombshell scans the lobby for that brunette earlier, the woman who led her into the meeting.  Maybe she can complain to her.  It would make her feel better, at least.  But she doesn't find that woman.  Instead she finds, sitting there in the lobby waiting on her, is Glory's husband Kurt Logan.

“Oh Kurt!”

She walks over.  Kurt stands up and greets her with a hug.

“What happened, babe?”

“They still refuse to give me power to act.”

Kurt sighs and growls under his breath.

“Those mindless twerps...they have no idea what they are doing.”

“That's an understatement.  They are fools and they will pay for this!  I guarantee it!  I just...”

Glory finds a seat.  Kurt sits down next to her.  Glory sighs.

“...I just need to think about what I should do next.”

“Well I'm not sure what to do about them, but I do have some news that could at least distract you from those idiots.”

Glory perks up.

“I could use a distraction.  Is this good news?”

“I think you will be pleased.  I received a call from a Duane somebody.  The Future Wrestling Alliance is reopening.”

“FWA?  Really?”

Kurt nods his head.

“Yeah, FWA.  That was the company where you were the World Champion.”

“I was the last reigning FWA World Champion.  The company shut down before I could get a chance to defend it.”

“Duane recalled that all too well.  And he used it to make a very interesting proposal.”

Kurt grins as he takes Glory by her hands, squeezing them tightly.

“As far as they're concerned, you are STILL the FWA World Champion.”

Glory's eyes grow wide.

“Seriously?!”

“I am dead serious, babe.  All you have to do is sign a new contract.”

Kurt leans forward and kisses her on the forehead.

“So tell me, are you interested in meeting this Duane guy?”

That confident smirk from earlier returns to Glory's face.

“You know it.”

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On Camera

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We open in what appears to be a pure white room, white as a lamb’s wool.  In the center of the room is a wine red cushioned throne with gold decorative design.  This is clearly a throne belonging to someone of royal heritage, but who is the regal owner of this seat?  None other than the beautiful feminine figure entering the scene from stage left; “The British Bombshell” Glory Braddock.  Glory is wearing a rose gold colored bodycon style dress.  The gold dress is covered in lovely rose gold sequins with a wide rounded neckline and three-quarter sleeves.  She is perched atop strappy high heeled sandals.  Her lovely golden hair hangs down to just below shoulder length.   The British Beauty has the FWA World Heavyweight Championship belt draped over her right shoulder.  Then, just as naturally as if she belonged there, she sits down on the throne, and crosses her legs, one of the other.  She stares at the camera with a smug grin on her face.

“A little over two years ago, the Future Wrestling Alliance was born. Unfortunately, it was born with a curse, the curse of a man known as Isis Derrida.  Now Mr. Derrida is an average wrestler at best, so the fact that he became first world champion was a miracle, but I guess even a blind squirrel can find a nut once in awhile, and that’s just what happened isn’t it?  Isis Derrida, your blind squirrel, found the nut and he became champion.  The problem for FWA is that an Isis Derrida world title reign brought ratings down.  He was so boring and so uncharismatic that people began to quit tuning in.  FWA was in such desperate straits that the company would soon go out of business if things did not soon change.  What FWA needed was a savior, someone to save them from the Isis Derrida title reign.”

Braddock motions to herself.

“Naturally, they came to me.  I remember when I was first approached by FWA management.  They were practically on their hands and knees begging me to take the championship away from Isis Derrida.  They begged and pleaded with me to become the savior of FWA.  And of course, I answered them the only way I knew how…”

She nods her head.

“…yes, I will be your savior.  I told them I would be their savior and in no time I beat and humiliated Derrida within an inch of his pathetic life.  And I was so good at what I did that I didn’t just run him out of FWA but I also ran him out of professional wrestling.  You can thank me for never having to see or hear Isis Derrida again.”

Glory uncrosses her legs and then she pushes herself up out of the chair onto the floor.

“Now let’s fast forward, two years later and the FWA has been shuttered up for awhile, thanks almost entirely to The Great Depression known as Isis Derrida.  I received a phone call, or rather my wonderful husband Kurt Logan did, a phone call from Duane Jacobs, owner of FWA.  Apparently he was ready to bring FWA back and apparently, just like before, FWA needed star power.  You can’t just resurrect a company without star power; no one would care.  Mr. Jacobs contacted his primary star, the big celebrity he knew would bring in the fan base that FWA needed in order to resurrect itself and become a major player once again.”

Glory laughs lightly.

“He contacted me, of course.  I mean, not only was I a main event player in the FWA of old, but I was its World Champion…”

She pats the title belt, the FWA world title belt that still rests upon her shoulder.

“…and I still am, apparently!  Jacobs knew that I could save FWA, he knew that I could bring it back from the dead!  And just like before, out of the goodness of my royal heart, I said those words that Duane Jacobs so wanted to hear…”

Glory nods her head.

“…yes, I will be your savior!”

Glory adjusts the title belt over her shoulder.  She winks at the camera.

“Now, you may be saying to yourself right now, ‘Glory, you were the savior once before and yet FWA still shut down?  What makes this any different?’ Well that is a good question, because the fact is back then I was an incomplete savior.  I was an incomplete Glory Braddock.  Yes, I had the pure wrestling talent and ability.  Yes, I was and still am The Best in the World.  Beating anyone and everyone FWA put in front of me was never the problem.  I was back then and here two years later I still am the best FWA World Champion ever.  Bar none.”

She holds up one finger.

“But I was missing one thing…the public image.  The people didn’t want to see a frumpy world champion.  They needed someone who could represent them with true class and dignity.  And that is why this new incarnation of FWA will succeed, because I am here as your savior and I am not just The Best Wrestler in the World but I am also a leader you can be proud of.  You can look to me as a role model of how to live your lives.  You can live vicariously through me.”

She smirks arrogantly.

“You’re welcome.”

Glory laughs lightly.

“FWA’s first event is coming up very quickly.  Mayhem will be live from the Pico Rivera Sports Arena in Pico Rivera, Los Angeles, California.  Granted, this will be a slight step down for yours truly.  I am used to competing in major venues such as Madison Square Garden or in great, historic countries leading the way in progress, countries like the United Kingdom, but instead I, along with the rest of FWA, am relegated to competing in the armpit of the United States, California.  And this isn’t just anywhere in California, this is LA!  And I know those poor, pathetic souls will probably be waiting forever if they continue to wait for the Lakers to bring home a championship.  But have no fear, LA fans!  I have decided to give you something the Lakers will never be able to give you.  I will be your champion!  You’re welcome!”

She holds up her championship belt.

“It’s about this, ladies and gentlemen.  It’s all about this strap I have in my possession, the FWA World Championship.  I have been champion for two years and you can cry all day long about how it’s because FWA shut its doors for two years but the fact is FWA could have vacated the belt, they could have crowned a new champion, but they knew that no one else measured up to me, they knew that I was The Best in the World, so they knew they may as well let me keep the belt that I EARNED back at Darkness Within before FWA closed its doors.  For two years I have represented FWA as the champion and I will continue to do so because I am the best.  And Rayne Young will soon learn that lesson…”

She frowns.

“…the hard way.”

She lowers the belt back onto her shoulder.

“It’s funny, in our long and storied history, we have never once did battle.  Never once did we go one on one, head to head.  Thanks Duane Jacobs, that will change on Mayhem, only with a special stipulation.  If I win, I get to name the number one contender to the FWA World Championship.  And let’s be honest, I am wrestling royalty, only I am worthy of choosing a proper challenger, only I am wise enough to choose a worthy contender for the FWA World Championship.  I mean, if Duane Jacobs really knew what he was doing, he would just let me choose the number one contender anyway.  Granted, he may as well have let me choose.  All I have to do is beat you and that shouldn’t be much of a problem.”

Glory sighs.

“But as I said earlier, a blind squirrel can find a nut once in a while.  Isis Derrida did when his average ass won the Rumble Bash to become world champion.  I guess you could get lucky and beat me, Rayne, and in the event you beat me, you become number one contender to the FWA World Championship.”

Glory chuckles lightly.

“Sorry for laughing, but I do find it rather humorous that you think you can be champion again.  We’ll be competing in Los Angeles, which is Lakers country, so why don’t I just compare you to Lakers’ star Kobe Bryant.  He is a legend too.  He also has championships to his name.  But as good as he is, as many opponents as he led his Lakers to victory over, there was one opponent he could not defeat…”

She pauses for dramatic effect.

“…time.  As time passed on, so did his talents also pass on and left him.  Now, in present day, he has gotten so pathetically bad that his teammates are having to do their level best to make him look good.  He is retiring after this season.”

She points at the camera.

“That’s what you should do, Rayne.  That’s what you SHOULD have done time and time again and yet each time the world of professional wrestling thinks you are actually serious about retirement, you change your mind and attempt one more comeback, and once again the wrestling world at large lets out a groan of despair realizing that they have to listen to you and watch you again.”

Braddock shakes her head.

“But not this time.  Because I am here to save my loyal subjects from having to be tortured and tormented with another Rayne Young comeback story, because there is no reality in which you beat me, Rayne.  Just as there is no reality in which Kobe Bryant and his Lakers succeed.  Kobe is known as the Black Mamba, but you and him are both just a pair of garden snakes now, harmless to everyone, and just like a snake, your head will be chopped off at Mayhem.  And Duane Jacobs has given me the perfect forum to do just that, because our match isn’t any normal match.”

Braddock shakes her head.

“It’s two out of three falls, with each fall being contested under different rules.  This is known in some circles as three stages of hell, and for you, Rayne, this really will be three stages of hell, because I will put you through a pure and unending hell, until there is nothing left of you.”

She holds up one finger.

“The first fall is a submissions match and in case you didn’t know, I am The Best WRESTLER In The World!  And I put emphasis on the word WRESTLER because when it comes to pure, straight up wrestling, no one can touch me.  I can beat you in a number of ways, Rayne.  I can slap on the Glorify Thy Name, my version of the Indian Deathlock, and break your legs.  OR I could put you in the Boston Crab, a nod to my cousins the Jones sisters, and break your back.  OR, my personal favorite,  I could put you in the Shekhinah Glory, and watch as you either tap out or pass out from the pain.  Either way is fine by me, because either way I win.  Oh and by the way, since I made my debut in 2008, do you know how many times I have tapped out?  Just one time.  That’s rarified air, Rayne, and I doubt you’ll be able to join that elite club.”

She holds up a second finger.

“The second fall will be a steel cage match.  Pure brutality is what you like, right?  Unfortunately for you, I can do brutality and violence with the best of them.  I know what it’s like to have to put my body on the line, I know what it’s like to make sacrifices in order to win.  I know what’s like to suffer and to be left lying in a puddle of your own blood.  So I’m not afraid of the cage.  And as you should well know, I am also not afraid to make you suffer, to make you bleed, and to leave you lying in a puddle of your own blood if I have to.  I am prepared to do whatever it takes to win in the cage, Rayne.  So bring your worst, I’m ready for it.”

She holds up a third finger.

“And the third fall, if necessary, will be a ladder match.  How appropriate that the final fall will be a ladder match?  Granted it won’t be necessary, because I plan to sweep you two straight falls, but in the off chance it happens, I will get to figuratively and literally climb the ladder of success, just as I so quickly climbed that figurative ladder of success all of my life to get to the top, to get to where I am today!  And when I get to the top of the ladder and snatch down that contract that allows me and only me with the opportunity to choose the next number one contender to the FWA World Championship.”

She points at the camera.

“And while I am sitting there atop the ladder, I will gaze down at your fallen form, I will also look out my loyal subjects and peasants watching me, I will soak in their adulation and praise as they cheer and chant my name, thanking me for yet again saving them, saving them from yet another Rayne Young comeback story.”

She shakes her head.

“The FWA doesn’t need a re-hashed Rayne Young comeback story.  They don’t need some older than Moses leading them.  They need me, their Savior and Queen, leading them into the future and into promised land as the FWA World Champion.  But I will allow you one last notable moment, Rayne.  I will allow you one final historic moment, your last great moment in the sun.  No, you won’t beat me, I’m too damn good for anyone to beat me, let alone you, but what I am going to allow you to do will be almost as good and it will be a historic moment that will live on in wrestling fame forever.  I will come down from that ladder, Rayne Young…”

Glory sits back on the throne and crosses her legs, grinning from ear to ear.

“…and you will worship me.”

The camera fades to black.