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April 25th,
2019
Las Cruces,
New Mexico
Off Camera
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Tabula Rasa
was quite eventful for Glory Braddock.
She was hoping to pin Konrad Raab or make him submit. As it turned out, due to some interference
from Damian Angel, Konrad reverted to Black Ice mode and started attacking
anyone and anything in his path, including the referee which got him
disqualified. Konrad took out Damian and
tried to plant Braddock through an announce table and would have were it not
for quick thinking on the part of The Best in the World. Instead of the power bomb he attempted, Glory
managed to counter it into her patented Shekhinah Glory triangle choke
hold. She choked him out and got the
mask off of him.
Braddock’s
involvement with Konrad isn’t over yet.
She is going to be teaming with him to face Tommy Valentine and Kandis
on the next Breakdown. As much as she
hopes this will be just another tag team match, she is almost certain that it
won’t end well. She is certain that
there will be involvement from Damian Angel, maybe even Giovanni, both of whom
have encouraged Black Ice to lash out.
As if she
needed enough difficulties on her plate that night; Valentine and Kandis are
two very tough and very game opponents.
While Kandis is new, she has proven her toughness by taking Regan Street
to the limit. Valentine is very
accomplished and his record speaks for itself.
Adding the potential interference from the Wonderland makes things very
dicey for Glory Braddock and her tag team partner for the evening, Konrad Raab.
Not to
mention how she’s been distracted lately, distracted by her daughter, Melinda
Braddock.
Melinda has
been acting out lately; ever since Glory told her daughter flat out that she
could never train and become a professional wrestler Melinda has been acting
out, misbehaving, and being downright rebellious. It’s something that has been on her mind and
distracting her lately. She just hopes
it won’t be too much of a distraction.
And she hopes she can eventually calm Melinda down and get her back to
her old self.
The lobby of
this hotel in Las Cruces, New Mexico is quite exquisite. The floor was tiled in fine marble, which
made every step echo. A chandelier made rainbow colors dance across the
luxurious lobby. Embroidered silk sofas surrounded a large, flat-screen
television. The twin doors that led into the lobby were a pristine white with
golden handles. The desk was made of amber-colored wood and a green granite
top. Exquisite paintings hung from the rich, red walls. Even the door hinges
were engraved with swirls and elegant designs. Music played in the background,
even though the only person around to hear it is the attendant at the
desk. The music is soft, the colors
gentle to the eye and the large dining room is set up and ready for dinner
tonight.
Silence
never lasts forever. The silence of this
hotel lobby ends abruptly when “The British Bombshell” Glory Braddock and her
husband, Kurt Logan, arrive in the lobby.
Ms. Braddock has just completed her duty and obligation at a House Show
for Supreme Championship Wrestling. Now
she and her husband Kurt have arrived back at the hotel to turn in for the
night.
“Quite a show tonight.” Kurt says as he
leans over and gives his wife a kiss on her cheek. “You were wonderful out there as always.”
“Oh bloody hell, Kurt. I wasn’t that good. It’s just…” she pauses to think of good
wording. Braddock finally just shrugs
her shoulders. “…it’s just what I
do. You know?”
“I know, to you and me it may be the
norm. But look at us, we’re wrestlers. It’s what we do. But those fans, they’re impressed. They love it.
They eat it up.”
“mmmhmmm…” Glory nods her head.
“It can be quite addicting.” Kurt says
as he and his wife bypass the receptionist area and make their way over towards
the elevators. Kurt presses a button to
call for the elevator and as they wait he turns to face his lovely English
wife.
“In fact, I remember my professional
wrestling debut.”
“Do you now?” Glory asks.
“You bet.
The roaring of the crowd, the awe and amazement in their eyes as they
watched me perform. It was like a drug,
Glory. I couldn’t get enough of it. I was hooked and I knew I needed that
adrenaline rush every single chance I got.”
The elevator
doors open and then Glory Braddock enters the elevator first, followed by her
husband Kurt. Kurt presses the button
for the next floor. The door closes and
the elevator begins to rise.
“Kurt, why do I get the feeling that this is
about Melinda?”
“Well,” Kurt sighs deeply “because it is.”
The British
Bombshell sighs and shakes her head. “I
get what you’re trying to say, and a part of me wants to give her the chance
because you’re right, it is a rush. I
know it better than anyone. But I still don’t trust myself as a mother to a
professional wrestler. Do you
understand?”
“Of course.” Kurt nods his head. “That’s why I stand by you one hundred
percent.”
They kiss on
the lips. “Besides, she proved a few
weeks ago that she absolutely cannot be trusted yet, that she is still immature
and cannot be trusted to make decisions for herself. Not yet anyway.”
Kurt nods
his head in agreement. “I agree.”
As soon as
the elevator reaches the second floor it comes to a slow stop. The doors open and Glory and her husband exit
the elevator and then begin to head down the hall. It isn’t long before they come to a hotel
room door, presumably their own. Glory then takes her keycard and inserts it
into the door slot and then once she hears it unlock she pushes the door open. As they walk into the room they find Melinda
lying on one of the queen size beds and Glory’s best friend Sophie O’Brian
sitting in a chair by the window overlooking the skyline of the city.
“Well, we’re back.” Kurt declares.
“How was everything?” Glory asks,
directing her question to both Sophie and Melinda. The Irish Sociopath looks at Braddock with a
smirk as she playfully salutes The British Bombshell.
“Everything went well, mein fuhor.”
“Cute, real cute Sophie.” Glory rolls
her eyes, clearly not finding her friend’s sense of humor very funny.
“It was boring.” Melinda chimes in.
“I’m sorry you thought it was boring,
Mel. Didn’t Sophie keep you
entertained?”
“No!” Melinda shoots up in bed and
glares at her mother. “Why was Sophie
even watching me anyway? I’m too old for a babysitter.”
“Someone needs to look after you while Kurt
and I are at the show.”
Melinda
sighs and shakes her head. “You used to
take me to the shows.”
“I want to take you to the shows, Mel. I really do.
But I can’t trust you to be by yourself.
The last time I left you alone you got wasted. Until you prove to me that I can trust you by
yourself, you’re just going to have to stay behind at the hotel.”
“With Sophie?!” Melinda exclaims.
“Or Kurt.
Someone. But not by yourself.”
“This is crap!” Melinda stands up now,
getting face to face with her mother. “I
am eighteen years old and you are treating me like a child!”
“You’re acting like a child.” Glory
snaps back. “Right now, this very moment,
you are acting like a child. And until
you can prove you can act like a grown up young lady, then I will continue to
treat you like a child.”
“Fine!”
Melinda starts stomping off, past Sophie and past Glory and away
from Kurt. Glory turns and calls out to
her daughter.
“Where do you think you’re going?!”
“The snack machine downstairs. Or is that banned too?”
Glory sighs
and shakes her head. “No, it’s fine.
Go. Just make it quick.”
Melinda
throws the door open, storms out, and slams it shut behind her. Braddock is clearly disappointed in her
daughter, as the look on her face is evident. Kurt places a comforting hand on
his wife’s shoulder.
“Do you want me to go after her?”
“No, let her have her space.” Glory
sighs.
“Sure.” Kurt motions to the bathroom. “I’m going to go take a shower and prepare
for bed.” He looks up cautiously at Sophie who just chuckles.
“Don’t worry. I’ll be leaving soon. I just wish to speak to my friend for a
moment.”
“Right.” Kurt turns and walks over to
the bathroom. He steps inside and shuts
the door behind him. Glory meanwhile
walks over to the other queen size bed and sits down on the edge of it. Sophie approaches her best friend and sits
down next to her.
“Penny for your thoughts?”
“I know it’s odd for a parent to find what
amounts to a babysitter for their eighteen year old child. But I have no
choice. Melinda left me with no
alternative, not after her recent actions.
I cannot trust her by herself.”
“Are you asking me that or are you trying to
convince yourself?” Sophie asks with an arched brow.
“Maybe a little bit of both.”
“Well if you want my opinion, I do think
you’re being just a little hard on the girl.
She adores you, despite what it sounded like earlier from her voice, she
does adore you. She wants to be just
like you. Surely you understand the
desire of any child to want to be like their parent.”
“Oh I definitely understand.” Glory nods
her head. “I understand better than you
could possibly imagine. As a matter of
fact, that’s precisely why I don’t want her following in my footsteps.”
“Ok,” Sophie tilts her head as she
stares at her best friend with a quizzical look on her face “I’m not sure I follow you.”
“Sophie, it was hard to be the daughter of
Glenn Braddock. That’s who I was. Hell, that’s who I am today. I am the daughter of Glenn Braddock. No one knows me as the daughter of Mary
Ford. No one outside of my cousins,
Angelica and Kayla, even know that Mary Ford is my mother and that’s because
Mary is their aunt.”
“What’s the issue with your mother?” Sophie
inquires.
“She left him.” Glory answers. “My mother left my father because he was so
damned obsessed with the sport. I grew
up thinking she had abandoned father and me and worse yet, I grew up with no
mother figure in my life. Daddy raised
me to be a wrestling machine. He didn’t
raise a daughter, he wanted to raise a world champion. As a result I had very little of the life
experiences that most little girls get.
I got the life experiences of a trained fighter. A warrior.”
Tears form
in Glory’s eyes as she continues. “I want
her to be normal.”
“Well, when you put it that way I guess I
understand.” Sophie sighs. “I
definitely understand not having the best of family life, you know? Wrestling was my way out of a very bad
situation.”
The British
Bombshell nods her head. She knows very well about her best friend’s family
history. Sophie was born into an abusive
home with a drunken, abusive father. It
was the Braddock family that took Sophie and her brother, Mark, in off the
streets when they decided to run away.
The Braddock family trained them to become professional wrestlers so
they could defend themselves and have a career to make a better life for
themselves. Sophie wouldn’t be here were
it not for the Braddock family.
“Right, I understand that. Wrestling was a way out for many people, not
just you. It was an exit for my cousins,
Angelica and Kayla. But it doesn’t have
to be that way for Melinda. She has a
good life. She has two loving
parents. She can have a normal life, she
doesn’t need wrestling.”
“No, she doesn’t.” Sophie shakes her
head. “And maybe you’re right about a
‘normal life’” Sophie makes quotation marks in the air with her fingers “being
preferable to the life of a professional wrestler. While I always what really
is normal and if there even is a normal, I must admit that the life of a
wrestler can be quite outside the normal.”
“Then you understand why I can’t let Melinda
become a wrestler.”
Sophie
ponders her friend’s statement for a moment.
“You are concerned about how YOU will act if your daughter becomes a
wrestler? You don’t want to become like
your father.”
“That’s right.”
“Well there is an alternative.” Sophie
suggests. “Let me train her. We are both students of Glenn Braddock. I would do just as good a job as you would.”
“No, absolutely not.” Glory shakes her
head. “You did hear me, didn’t you
Sophie? I want my daughter to have a
normal life. Normal means no professional wrestling.”
Sophie sighs
before nodding her head. “I understand,
mate. And I’ll respect your wishes, but you also need to understand that she is
eighteen years old. While you may be
able to temporarily keep her away from the business, eventually she’ll figure
out that she can have all the freedom she desires if she leaves the comfort of
your roof and home behind. Trust me, I
know. I had my boiling point at home
once I reached it, I left. Melinda has
hers. She may not have reached her point
yet but if you push her too hard, if you pressure her too much, she’ll leave
and become a wrestler without your permission. That’s what Mark and I did.”
“Hopefully that won’t happen to Melinda.”
Glory remarks distantly; though she realizes that Sophie is right. There is a very good chance Melinda could
just strike out on her own once she moves out and becomes a wrestler without
her mother’s permission. At that point she wouldn’t need anyone’s permission
and Glory couldn’t stop her.
Braddock’s
silent musing is interrupted with the ringing of a telephone. It’s the landline phone by their bed; it must
be the front desk, she realizes, as she never gave the number out to anyone.
Heck, she hasn’t used it as she hasn’t planned to stay in this room very
long. The fact that it is ringing does
peak her curiosity. Glory furrows her
brow out of curiosity.
“I wonder what this is about.” She reaches over and picks up the phone. “Hello?” She listens closely to what is
being said on the other end. Her eyes
grow wide. “She did what?!” She
continues listening. “Yes, I’ll be right
down. Thank you.”
The British
Bombshell immediately hangs up the phone and then stands up. “What’s
wrong?” Sophie asks.
“Melinda.
She was caught trying to steal.”
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Later
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No parent
worth their salt wants to see their child become a rebellious teenager; though
those rebellious teenage years happen to everyone. It’s just natural. Melinda’s rebellious stage only recently
started, and while it may have arrived a little later than most teenagers, her
rebellion is coming on strong. Just a
few weeks ago she drank way too much alcohol, got wasted, and passed out when
she went out with a friend. Glory hasn’t
felt like she could trust her daughter ever since that point and thus has
limited her freedoms while she lived under her roof. Never could she have imagined that this
rebellious streak would go from underage drinking to petty theft in just a
matter of a few weeks.
Yet here she
stands, speaking with a hotel staff worker, a young man named Arnold, who
caught Melinda Braddock trying to steal food from the snack machine. The British Bombshell is thoroughly
embarrassed and her daughter, clearly not repentant, stands with her arms
folded over her chest by the side of Glory Braddock.
“Thank you for letting me know about this.”
Glory tells Arnold. “I am very sorry that
she did this. It is completely unlike
her.”
“It’s ok, ma’am.”
“What was she doing exactly?” Glory
asks, curiosity getting the better of her.
“I saw her rounding the corner, which is
where our snack machine is located. I
assumed she was going to get a snack and didn’t think much of it. Then I heard loud banging from that
area. I quickly made my way over and saw
your daughter messing around with the machine.”
“How do you know she was trying to steal
from it?” Glory asks, hopeful that this is just a mistake. Unfortunately, Arnold quickly dashes those
hopes.
“Trust me, ma’am, I’ve seen this many times
before. She was using the same tactics
and same tricks that most petty thieves use to try to break into our machines
and steal. Mostly they try to steal
money out of the machine. Your daughter
insists that she was only going to take a snack.”
Glory nods
her head. “Very well, thank you Arnold.” She
shakes his hand.
“No problem.
Have a good night.”
Arnold walks
away. Once he is out of sight, Glory
turns to Melinda and glares daggers right through her daughter.
“What the bloody hell were you thinking?!”
“I guess I was thinking I wanted a snack.”
Melinda shrugs her shoulders.
“Don’t be a smart ass with me, young
lady. I’m not in the mood. First you
drank enough alcohol a few weeks ago that you passed out. Now you’re moving on to downright criminal actions?”
“You’re totes taking this too far, mom.”
Melinda insists. “This is hardly
criminal.”
“It’s called theft, Mel.” Glory snaps
back at her. “Theft is against the
law. You are just lucky that he doesn’t
want to press the issue, that he’s willing to let it go and just let me deal
with you.”
“Right, sure, because police would
definitely waste time and money prosecuting a case on theft of a candy bar.”
“You claim it was just a candy bar.”
Melinda
arches a brow. “So you think I was trying
to take money?”
“I don’t know.” Glory shrugs her
shoulders. “I’m not sure I even know you
anymore. You’re definitely not acting
like my daughter. You’re not acting like
the Melinda Braddock I raised.”
“The Melinda Braddock you raised?” Melinda
scoffs and starts laughing. “Don’t act
like you’ve been this great parent all your life. Four years ago you handed me over to
Aphrodite Noel to take care of me while you were busy being general manager of
MCW and wrestling for GCW. So you know
what? You’re right. You don’t know your daughter because this
isn’t it! At least it isn’t what it used
to be. And it’s your fault because
you’re a coward who abandoned her duties as a mother, just like your own mother
abandoned you.”
This really
hits home for Glory Braddock. She felt
the same hurt and pain when her mother, Mary Ford, abandoned her. To have her own daughter Melinda accuse her
of the same thing enrages her. She balls
up her fist, but almost immediately relaxes.
Tears form in her eyes.
“I never knew you felt that way.” Glory
says quietly.
“I’m sorry, mom.” Melinda is in shock as
she realized what she just said hurt her mother so much. Immediately Melinda
embraces Glory in a tight hug. “I didn’t
mean that. I didn’t mean any of it. And I’m sorry for trying to steal. I’m just…I’m just so sorry…”
After the
embrace is broken Glory looks down at her daughter and smiles warmly. “It’s ok, we can just forget about it all
tonight, ok?”
“Sounds good, mom.”
“But you did something bad, Mel.” Glory
reminds her. “There will be consequences. You understand?”
Melinda
sighs and nods her head. “Yeah, I get
you.”
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April 28th,
2019
London,
England
Off Camera
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The living
room at the home of Glory Braddock in London, England is empty; at least for
now. It doesn’t remain that way for very
long. Movement is heard from the hallway
and then shortly Glory Braddock walks into the room. Today is Sunday and Glory had a visitor with
her today for church service; her cousin, Angelica, who emerges behind her.
It’s been a
few days since the most recent incident involving Glory Braddock’s oldest
child, Melinda. She began with underage
drinking and then moved on to petty thievery.
She just hopes she has nipped this problem in the bud before it could
brew into something bigger and more troublesome in the future. Melinda did seem to be repentant when they
spoke. It appeared to Glory that her
daughter Melinda felt genuine guilt and was sincerely sorry for what she
did. Looks can be deceiving though. All Glory can do is hope that this problem is
behind her.
Other
problems are already mounting for The British Bombshell. She suffered a concussion due to a match she
had against Andrew Raynes and Dustin Adams at a GCW event yesterday. Braddock is still scheduled to team with Konrad
Raab later this week against Kandis and Tommy Valentine. Between her issues with Melinda and then the
rough and tough wrestling schedule, she’s not sure whether her mind or her body
will break first.
“Well that was a lovely service.” Glory
says as she makes her way over to a sofa, she sits down, smoothing out the
skirt of her pink short sleeve dress.
She gently slips off her matching pink high heeled pumps and then tucks
her legs up under her.
“Yeah, it was.” Angelica says as she makes
her way over to the sofa and sits down next to Glory. Angelica is wearing a black ankle length
skirt, black high heeled pumps, and a long sleeve black sweater. “But I do have a question.”
“Yes?”
“Where’s the wine?” Angelica asks. “You promised wine.”
Glory
chuckles. “I thought you were going to
provide it, mate?”
“I forgot.
Sue me.”
The British
Bombshell chuckles. “I’ll get some
later. Right now I just want to rest.”
“I’m honestly surprised you made it back in
time for church.” Angelica states with an arched brow. “Aren’t you still suffering from that concussion?”
“GCW doctors say I am.” Glory says with
a nod of her head. “But I think I’m
fine. I think they’re overreacting.”
“A concussion is nothing to sneeze at,
Glory.”
“I know.”
Braddock nods her head. “Trust me, I
know. That’s why I’m taking the entire
day to rest. No more going out, no more
running around, no training, just rest.”
“That’s good. You need rest, especially with the busy
schedule you’ve been keeping. You went
up against The Brotherhood of Sith in a handicap match yesterday. You’re booked in a tag team match this
Wednesday.”
“Yeah, and if Konrad goes berserk again then
that may also become a handicap match.” Glory says sarcastically.
Angelica
frowns. “Are you sure you’re ok?”
Braddock
sighs and shakes her head. “No, I’m
not. But my problems aren’t important,
ok?”
“I’m pretty sure they are, Glory.” Angelica
remarks. “We’re family and one thing I
don’t do is abandon my family when they need me.”
There’s that
word; abandonment. It hurt Glory to the
core of her soul a few days ago when Melinda accused her of abandoning her just
like Glory was abandoned by her mother Mary Ford. Still, she isn’t sure she wants to talk to
Angelica about her deep rooted issues.
“It’s my daughter, Angel.”
“What’s wrong with Melinda?” Angelica
inquires.
“Let’s just say she’s being rebellious. Very
rebellious. And we can leave it at
that.”
Angelica
studies her English cousin closely. She
can sense that there is more to it than that.
She chooses not to press any further.
“I’m not sure what it is, but take it from
me, because I have four children.
Rebellion is normal. Every child
goes through that stage eventually.”
“But do they ever go through a stage of
hate? And by that I mean that they hate
you?”
“Yes.” Angelica says, nodding her head. “All of my children, at one point or
another, have told me that they hated me.
Heck, I’ve even had to wrestle a few of them.” Angelica chuckles
lightly. “But that’s the nature of the business you and I are in and the
business that they were raised in and around. You know what I mean?”
“I know.” Braddock responds distantly. “And I hate it.”
“Just out of curiosity; does this have
anything to do with you not letting Melinda become a wrestler?”
“How the hell did you know?” Glory asks,
genuinely surprised that Angelica picked this information out of the air.
“Your daughter has started a blog.”
“Great…” Glory’s voice trails off as she
rolls her eyes.
“Look, I can’t tell you how to raise your
kid, but take it from someone who tried to do exactly the same thing you are
trying to do with Melinda.”
“You tried to keep one of yours from
wrestling?” Glory asks curiously.
Angelica nods her head.
“I did everything I could to try and keep
Marie from training. And just like you,
I had some early success but eventually I failed. Marie found a way to get her training in, she
found a way to break into the business without my help. And you know, that just makes her look even
better because she managed to break into the business and get the necessary
training and tools without any of my help or assistance.” Angelica shrugs
her shoulders. “Who knows? Melinda may end up like Marie.”
“Not if I can help it.” Glory shakes her
head. “I want her to have a normal life
without wrestling to screw it up or to screw her up.”
“With all due respect, Glory,” Angelica
says as she places an arm around her cousin’s shoulders “it’s not your choice is it?
It’s Melinda’s.”
“As long as she lives under my roof it is my
choice.” Glory states definitively.
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On Camera
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Before I
even begin addressing anything related to Breakdown or this tag team match I
have coming up, I want to address Giovanni Aries and his little Wonderland
propaganda.
People call
you crazy. Some have accused you of
being on drugs. But you know what I think about you, mate? You are naïve. You are completely and utterly naïve to
everything going on around you, especially in regards to your new friend Damian
Angel.
I have
called you out for how you have sown the seeds of discontent and chaos
throughout Supreme Championship Wrestling and every time. Others have called you out for stirring the
pot and causing chaos. But every time
someone calls you out on it you deny it.
Again and again you deny that you want to cause chaos. You claim you don’t want chaos but that you
want freedom and liberty from an imaginary, fictitious Lizard Kingdom.
Yet that
same day I called you out on the chaos you’ve been causing, your partner in
crime Damian Angel outright admits and brags about the chaos he’s been causing.
This
Wonderland is going too far, mate. You
and Damian have brought out the worst in James Evans and my cousin
Angelica. You may have caused the end of
their tag team Redemption. And then
there’s my tag team partner for Breakdown, a man I respect, Konrad Raab. You don’t want him to have freedom. You don’t
want him to have liberty. Freedom means
freedom of choice but you won’t let him choose to be The Iceman. You won’t let him choose to be just plain
Konrad. No, you FORCED him to become
Black Ice by putting that blasted mask on him at Tabula Rasa.
Is that your
idea of freedom? Because I’m here to
tell you that it isn’t freedom. He
didn’t choose that for himself. You
forced it upon him. You talk about the
tyranny of a Lizard King and yet here you two wankers are the biggest tyrants
around, shoving your insane chaotic theories down everyone’s throat.
This is my
warning to the Wonderland, but especially to Damian Angel, because you’re the
one who seems to have taken a keen interest in Konrad. Stay away from me and Konrad. Stay out of our business and keep your damn
nose out of the match. But if you really
want to have yourselves a fight then by all means, be my guest, and get
involved.
Then you can
watch as I burn your little Wonderland and everyone associated with it to the
ground.
Konrad, don’t
listen to them. Do not drink their
kool-aid. They preach freedom and
liberty out their ass while lying through their mouth.
I’m not
against wearing masks in wrestling. It’s a proud tradition in some
circles. And if there’s a particular
mask you want to wear, then wear it to the ring. Or if you want to do what you
did at Tabula Rasa and go without a mask, that’s fine with me as well. It’s your choice. And that’s what freedom is all about. I’m not opposed to freedom.
What I am
opposed to is unnecessary destruction, unnecessary violence, and chaos. Konrad, that’s what Black Ice
represents. That’s what he is. He is chaos and that’s why Damian and Gio
want him so damn badly for their little Wonderland crap. They only desire chaos and that’s why they
want to force Black Ice upon you. But
I’m here to tell you right now that you don’t need him. And if you need any evidence, look no further
than Tabula Rasa.
You didn’t
have Black Ice with you; at least not until Damian got involved. Before Damian stuck his nose where it didn’t
belong, it was just you, just plain old Konrad, against The Best in the World
and you pushed me to my limit. We’ll
never know how that match would have ended but guess what? You are a damn fine wrestler. You are too humble to admit it, and humility
is a good quality to have, so I’ll say it for you. Konrad Raab is a damn good wrestler. And you do not need Black Ice to be a damn
good wrestler.
So on
Breakdown let’s show the world how good you are and specifically let’s show those
Wonderland clowns Damian and Gio that you do not need them. They’ll watch as you and I take on Kandis and
Valentine. So let them watch. They’ll see you put on a show.
Speaking of
our distinguished opposition…
I’ve been in
this business professionally for over eleven years but in reality, I have been
in this business all of my life. I grew
up in it, having been raised by my father who himself was one of the best
wrestlers in Europe. I was introduced to
the American circuits thanks to my cousins, Angelica and Kayla. Wrestling runs through my veins. Thus it is no surprise that I am student of
the game and I always make it a point to keep track of up and coming stars.
Kandis, you
have impressed me with what you’ve done in Emerge and what you’ve already
managed to do in SCW. No, no
championships for you yet, but the talent level you’re competing against, the
wrestlers you’ve beaten and even those who you may not have beaten, but pushed
to the limit, speaks volumes.
You’re
looking to advance yourself and your brand against some top stars of SCW and
that’s fine, I understand, but I also want to advance myself and my brand and
I’m no pushover, mate. Furthermore, I am in a very foul mood thanks to those
Wonderland wankers. So bring all of that
big ass you got, back that ass right up, and I’ll kick it all over the arena.
I know that
you’re new. I get it. You’re learning, I
understand. So take this opportunity as
a learning experience, mate, because Konrad and I are going to take you to
school.
Tommy on the
other hand is the farthest thing from new.
You’ve had a staggeringly long career like me, am I right mate? It’s doubtful that you even care about me
showing you respect so I will bypass it.
This may be your and Kandis’s first outing as a team, but let me tell it
to you straight, if I have my way, one of you will tap out or get choked out.
One last
message to Konrad; bring your best, mate.
Bring your A-Game and nothing less.
I know you have a the soul of a great warrior inside of you, and I want
to see you bring it all out at Breakdown.
I want the world to see who you really are and what you can do. Don’t
bring Black Ice because you do not need him.
Just bring the Konrad Raab who I know from firsthand experience can beat
anyone who is placed in front of him.
If you do
that, we’ll mop the floor with Kandis and Valentine.
Sic Semper
Tyrannis…
