Saturday, June 29, 2019

The Next Generation: Part 9


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June 28th, 2019
London, England
Off Camera
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The Braddock Wrestling School, located just off the outskirts of London, England, has been the training ground for almost all of Glory Braddock’s biggest, most noteworthy matches of her professional wrestling career.  The preparation for all fourteen of her previous world championship victories came at this facility. It doesn’t look as big and luxurious as one might think, considering its founder, the grizzled and oftentimes angry Glenn Braddock, is a legend in England and all throughout Europe, but Glenn was never one to care about the glitz and the glamor nor for the spotlight.  He never gave a damn if people loved and adored him and gave him all the attention that so many other wrestlers nowadays seem to crave.

His only love was wrestling.

So the moment Glory Braddock revealed that she was going to utilize her Trios contract to insert herself into the main event of Rise To Greatness, facing Syren as well as Taking Hold of the Flame winner Alistaire Allocco for the SCW World Championship, she knew where she would want to spend most of her time and preparation for this match, one of the biggest matches of her career, and definitely the biggest match of her young tenure in SCW thus far…

...she wants to go home.

And this dirty, sweaty, smelly excuse of a gym is her professional wrestling home.  This is the place where she learned the craft and honed her skills.  The familiar sights, sounds, and odors pervade the air the moment The British Bombshell opens the door to enter the main training area.  A smile creeps across her face as she takes it all in.  This is home.

Braddock is dressed in purple workout shorts, white shoes, and a white t-shirt.  Her long blonde hair is pulled into a ponytail in the back.  The Best in the World isn’t quite used to seeing the gym like this; it is busy, with students, future wrestlers and even current wrestlers in their own right, all busy with their own individual training regimen.  In the past when she would train for big matches, her father would shut down the gym so he could have his daughter all to himself and not be distracted by the other students.  It always made Glory feel guilty, because those students were just as important as she was and yet here she was being given preferential treatment just because her father owned the place.

Thus when she took over she ended that practice.  Randall Williams, her ex-boyfriend and the man she hired to run the school, insisted that he wouldn’t mind nor would the students mind if the school were shut down for a day so she could train but she refused his offer.  She does not want to be treated any differently than them just because of who she is.

Braddock slowly walks across the floor of the gym area, approaching her ex, Randall Williams, who is busy working with Olivia Nelson.  The trainee doesn’t see her coming but Randall does…

“Wait here just a moment, Olivia…” Randall walks over and meets Glory about halfway.  A warm, friendly smile spreads across his face.

“Nice to see you, Glory.”

“Thank you, Randall.” Braddock scans the school, taking in the sights and sounds of the other students and wrestlers training and working out.  She can’t help but notice that some of them are clearly distracted.  How could they not be?  Glory Braddock is the current owner of this place and she just walked in.  The daughter of the legendary Glenn Braddock has entered the building.  The British Bombshell sighs and turns to face Randall.

“I just hope I’m not going to be too much of a distraction to the students.” She remarks. “I mean, I could find somewhere else to prepare, but this place just feels like home. You know?”

“No need to say anything.” Randall says. “This is your school.  Besides, I could have easily have shut down today if you wanted me to.”

“Absolutely not.” Glory shakes her head. “I don’t want any special treatment.”

“Understood.” Randall nods his head.

“So, where is my dad?”

Randall motions to the far side of the gym area, an area that is completely empty with the exception of one single individual and that is Glenn himself, standing with his back turned towards the pair.

“He’s over there, waiting for you.  I had the students stay away from that area because I knew you two would need at least some sort of privacy.”

“Thanks, Randall.” Glory nods her head, gives him a brief hug, and then begins to walk away from him, making her way across the gym area, past other students and the other wrestlers, towards her father.

This is a ritual that has been a part of Braddock’s life even before she was old enough to begin training.  Glenn started his young daughter at age fifteen, before most would even think of getting started.  But she started early.  And the pressure of knowing that she was training to take up his mantle was intense for The British Bombshell.

Yet as intense as the pressure was, she cannot deny the results.  When she made her professional wrestling debut at age twenty four, the skills and knowledge she learned from her father allowed her to quickly rise to the top.  Sure, there have been differences of opinion between her and her father in the past but she cannot deny the results that he gets.

Now that she is preparing to go up against some of the best wrestlers SCW has to offer in the form of Dark Fantasy and Infamous, she wants the best wrestling mind that she knows to help her get into shape.

“Hi, dad!” Braddock says sweetly as she waves at her father.  Glenn turns around upon hearing the sound of his daughter’s voice.  A low growl escapes his lips.

“Harumph, you’re late.”

“Nice to see you too, dad.” Glory rolls her eyes.

“Look, if you wanted to do a social call we could’ve done this in Miami with my grandchildren.  But I was under the impression that you wanted me to come out of my retirement as a trainer to work with you.”

Braddock can tell that her father is slightly annoyed.  That’s nothing new.  He’s always been all business whenever wrestling was concerned.  That’s part of what made it difficult for Glory to work with him.  And yet there is none better, so she can put up with his bad attitude for the benefit of getting a good workout in.

“Right, and I do appreciate you doing this for me, dad.  I know you wanted to stop with wrestling altogether.”

“Hey, don’t mention it.  Anytime you want to work, just let me know.  To be honest,” he looks around at the gym and for the first time since Glory can remember, a smile slides across her father’s face “I kind of missed this place.”

“You can always get back involved, you know?” Glory responds. “Randall could use more trainers and there is none better than you.”

“Forget it.” Glenn quickly snaps back. “Now lets get down to business.  Who is the bloody piece of garbage you’re facing?”

“Christy Matthews.”

The British Bombshell expected this to come sooner rather than later.  She has declared war on Syren and all of her cronies, and that includes Christy Matthews.  For Glory this match on Breakdown will be an opportunity to send a clear and decisive message straight to Syren; by choking out one of her allies.

“What the fuck is a Christy Matthews?!” Glenn exclaims.

“One of Syren’s allies.”

“What the fuck is a Syren?”

“You have to be kidding me, dad.” Glory rolls her eyes. “You do remember that Trios contract I won in Supreme Championship Wrestling?”

“Yes.”

“I’m using it against Syren, the World Champion, and Alistaire Allocco, for the world title in the main event of Rise To Greatness.”

“What the fuck is Rise…”

“Hush!” Glory points at Glenn, at first with an angry glare and then a smirk. “I know you’re joking now, dad.  So drop the act.”

A few moments pass as Glory stares down her father.  Then a slight grin forms on his face. “Guilty.  What?  I can’t joke every now and then?”

“When it’s you, no.” Glory shakes her head. “There are times when I suspect you were born without a sense of humor.  Now like you said, can we get down to the business at hand?”

“Right.” Glenn nods his head. “I did my research, or rather Sophie did her research and told me everything I needed to know.  If part of your goal is to make sure Syren loses the world championship then what you’ve done is perfect.  Syren’s chances of winning went from fifty percent to only one third.  Hell, she could lose the title without being beaten.  But if you want to become world champion you’ll need to be better than you’ve ever been before.  These clowns will do anything to gain advantage and to win.  Fighting Christy at Breakdown is good for you because you’ll get to prepare for the kind of crap their ilk will throw your way.”

The legendary British wrestler points to a nearby heavy bag. “I want to start small with a warm up.  Strike the bag, punching and kicking.  Picture that brasser Christy.  Punch her fucking lights out.  After that we’re going to work on your endurance.  I’m going to have you run until you collapse!  Until you can’t run any fucking longer!”

“Oh is that all?” Glory remarks with a sarcastic grin.

“No, it isn’t.” He shakes his head. “Then we’re getting you into that ring,” he motions to a wrestling ring set up in the center of the training area where other students and trainees are working “and I’m going to have you spar every single human fucking being in this building in the gauntlet from hell.”

“Never change, dad.” Glory says with a light laugh as she approaches the heavy bag.  Glory begins to lay into the heavy bag with sharp rights and lefts at first.  A few moments in she begins to add some martial arts kicks as well.  Glenn Braddock steps in front of the heavy bag and glares a hole right through his daughter.

“This is no joke, Gloria.” When Glenn uses his daughter’s given name of Gloria instead of the shortened form Glory, she knows he is being very serious. “This isn’t like your series of three matches against Andreas Lasiewicz.  That damned Polish clown plays by the rules.  This isn’t like your feud with Isis Derrida.  He had no friends and no allies to help him worm his way into retaining the title.”

“I know, dad…” Glory’s voice trails off as she continues to thrust her feet and hands onto the heavy bag with even more intensity.

“You call yourself The Best in the World?  Well to win on Breakdown and to win at Rise To Greatness you will have to be BETTER than the best!”

“Yeah, I know…” the intensity of Glory’s strikes grow even as her frustration grows.

“You’d better know.” Glenn growls. “Because this is your Trios contract you’re using, and if you lose…”

“I WON’T LOSE!” Glory lets out with a shout and a roundhouse kick to the bag, knocking the bag backwards and onto her father, nearly causing him to topple over.  The grizzled veteran manages to stay on his feet though.  The outburst does catch the attention of some of the others at the school.  Glory blushes in embarrassment as she approaches her father and shakes her head.

“Sorry about that, dad.”

“No, don’t apologize.” Glenn remarks quietly. “That’s the kind of intensity you will need when facing Matthews.  Just do me a favor and focus that energy upon her at Breakdown.”

“Will do.” Glory sighs deeply. “I’ve been distracted a little lately and not just because of what I’m trying to do at Rise To Greatness.”

“What is it?”

“You really don’t want to know.” Braddock remarks with a shake of her head.

“I’m still your father, Gloria.  Besides, if this is going to impact your training or distract you from the task at hand, then as your trainer I want to help you eliminate it.”

“You can’t eliminate this distraction.” Glory says, staring a hole through her father.

“Try me.”

The British Bombshell considers her options.  Her father is quite a stubborn individual and used to getting his way.  It’s probably best to fill him in on the recent string of personal problems between her and Melinda.  Besides, he doesn’t always get to see his granddaughter Melinda as much as he used to considering how Glory has been traveling a lot lately with SCW.  It’s doubtful he knows as much about her misbehavior.

Glory approaches the heavy bag and waits for her father to get in position on the other side of it.  Glory begins to once again throw rights and lefts, peppering the bag with quick strikes, and occasionally adding a kick or two as well.

“It’s Melinda.”

“What’s wrong with her?”

“She’s been bloody rebellious lately.” Glory says between the jabs and kicks. “We caught her first with petty theft from a hotel’s vending machine but they didn’t press charges, thankfully.  Then we caught her stealing money from the vault here at the school.”

“What?!” Glenn exclaims. “My granddaughter was doing that bloody shit?!”

“Yes.  And that’s not all.  I caught her sneaking out of the house late at night and sneaking back in through the window.”

“Where the hell was she?” Glenn asks curiously.

“At first we didn’t know.  But then Sophie and I came back to the school late at night to check on things and we caught her half bloody naked with Clyde Sutter.”

“Sutter?!” Glenn exclaims loudly.  This again causes some distraction, drawing attention from the other students.  Glenn sighs and pauses to give the students time to return to their own business before returning his attention to Glory.  “The kid who was training at this school?”

“The one and only.” Glory remarks with an angry tone as she recalls the incident. “Apparently Melinda had been sneaking out at night and seeing him.  He was the one who convinced her to start stealing money from the school.  And he isn’t just a delinquent, he’s a sociopath.  He beat the hell out of some other students here at the school.”

Glory stops working with the heavy bag. “Sophie realized how dangerous he was and warned me about him before any of this crap happened.  But I refused to listen.  I thought he was just being intense.  You know?  Intensity can be good for this business so I let it go.  I didn’t figure it out until he had beat the hell out of Mark.”

The British Bombshell relives the guilt of letting Clyde Sutter run rampant when she knows she could have stopped him earlier.  It was her poor judgment that allowed all of this to happen.  She also realizes that if she had heeded the warnings of Sophie, then maybe Clyde and Melinda never would have happened.

“No one ever said being a parent would be easy.” Glenn remarks quietly as she approaches his daughter. “You know, you weren’t all that different from Melinda when you were a teenager.”

“I don’t think you need to bring this up.” Glory remarks with a low growl, knowing exactly what Glenn is referring to.

“Oh I think we do.” Glenn nods his head. “You weren’t any more innocent than your daughter.  You got pregnant with Melinda at age sixteen, only a year after you began your training. You had to delay your training because of it.”

“Yeah, and instead of being a mother to my child you made me go right back into training as soon as I conceivably and realistically could.” Glory remarks with a note of angst.

“It was for the best, but that wasn’t all.  Then you turned to alcohol.”

“The alcohol helped me get through the pressure I felt of being your daughter and of being a mother.”

“It doesn’t excuse your actions.  Just like there’s no excuse for Melinda’s actions.  I just want you to try to understand her.” Glenn pauses momentarily. “Speaking of, what did spark all of this?  Is it really that kid Sutter?”

“No, at least I don’t think so.” Glory shakes her head. “It started back in February when she informed me that she wanted to become a wrestler, that she wanted to follow in my footsteps.  I told her no…”

“Bloody hell!” Glenn exclaims. “What’s wrong with your daughter wanting to follow in your footsteps?  It’s just like you wanted to follow in my footsteps!”

“Bullshit!” Something her father said caused The British Bombshell to snap.  She walks over to her father and gets up in his face. “I never wanted to follow in your footsteps!  Don’t get me wrong, I was proud of you.  I was proud to be the daughter of the best wrestler in all of Europe.  But I never wanted to follow in your footsteps and take up your mantle.  That was YOUR dream.  You wanted me to carry on your legacy. So do you really want to know what’s wrong with her becoming a wrestler?”

She points a finger at her father. “It’s you. You started this vicious cycle but I’m ending it with Melinda.  I’m not going to force this life on her the way you forced it on me!”

Braddock turns and storms away; tears form in her eyes and she hopes no one can see.  She doesn’t even bother to listen for her father’s response.  She doesn’t care how he responds.  This was something she’s been wanting to say to him for a very long time.

Yet, it doesn’t feel any better now that she has said it.

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June 29th, 2019
Southampton, England
Off Camera
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Yesterday was an eventful day for The British Bombshell.  What started as a day of training turned into Glory Braddock shouting down her own father.  Upon leaving the wrestling school her father founded she arranged time to train with her husband, Kurt Logan, who had made the trip with her.  So despite the problems yesterday brought, she did at least get some minimal training in.

Still, the memory of yesterday’s outburst weighs heavily on her mind.  Another individual that weighs heavily on the mind of The British Bombshell is the subject of conversation that brought about yesterday’s outburst.

Melinda Braddock.

Thus Glory Braddock is in the passenger’s seat of a car being driven by her best friend and one of her closest confidants Sophie O’Brian.  Their destination isn’t The Braddock Wrestling School.  Today they are on their way to another place, one long since shut down, one long gone but apparently not completely forgotten.

“I still think this is a bad idea.” Sophie states stoically.

“Noted.”

“Far be it for me to tell you how to raise your daughter…”

“Yet I get the feeling you are about to.” Glory states.

“...BUT don’t you think you should give it up and let her train?” Sophie asks. “It isn’t as if you are training her, which was the whole problem wasn’t it?  You didn’t want to train her.  Well you’re not, Matthew is.”

The Matthew in question is Matthew Taylor, whose ring name was “The Show Stealer” Matthew Bowden.  Matthew was another one of Glenn Braddock’s students.  He began training around the same time Glory did and they became fast friends.  The problem came when Matthew’s personality clashed with Glenn Braddock’s.  Matthew didn’t take the sport as seriously as Glenn believed his students should.  For Matthew being a wrestler was about the thrill he felt inside the ring and being an entertainer for the fans.  Glenn felt Matthew was disrespecting the sport and thus kicked him out of the school.

If you think that deterred Matthew then you’re wrong.  Matthew found another place and another individual to train him, someone with a similar wrestling philosophy as him.  Glory never knew where it is he landed but she is certain that if Matthew is indeed secretly training Melinda then that is where he is taking her.  It’s a place he knows and is comfortable with.

“Sophie, this is my daughter and I specifically told her I did  not want her to become a wrestler.  She clearly disobeyed me, among many other things she’s been doing behind my back lately, and it’s time I put a stop to this once and for all.”

“Do you even have a bloody game plan?  Do you know what you want to do when we get there?” Sophie asks.

“I’ll figure something out.” Glory answers with a sigh. “Look, I don’t expect you to come in with me, and if I knew where this place was I would have went by myself.  But you know where it is.  I don’t.  So…” Braddock pauses momentarily “...thanks.”

“Don’t mention it, mate.” Sophie smirks. “And no, I’m not coming in with you.”

“Didn’t think you would.” Glory chuckles.

The remaining ride is silent.  Sophie knows that her good friend must have a great deal on her mind, so she lets her have her peace and quiet.  It is needed.  Glory Braddock truthfully has no idea what she will do when she finds Matthew and Melinda there training.  She’s almost ready to explode as it is.  But will she?

Eventually the car pulls up to a run down building.  It appears even more run down than the Braddock Wrestling School but Glenn liked it that way for the gritty appearance.  This is far worse and it is not intentional.  It is because it was left abandoned and unattended to.  Time has caught up with this place and nature has done its damage.  Still, despite this look, it has the appearance of a place that easily could be used as a training ground for the next generation.

Someone like Matthew could call this place home but Glory’s daughter Melinda?  No.

“Good luck.” Sophie says. “I’ll wait here for you.”

“Thanks.” Glory exits the vehicle and storms over towards the entrance.  The door is already left slightly ajar as it is so it isn’t that difficult for Glory to practically kick the door in and storm inside, guns blazing, figuratively speaking, with a look that could kill etched across her lovely features.

“Matthew!” Glory shouts angrily. “Where the bloody hell are you?!”

The British Bombshell scans the room.  Over in a far corner she spots him...and he isn’t alone.  She feared that this would be the case but was hoping she would be wrong.  Yet her fears are realized as she sees Matthew working with Glory’s daughter Melinda on some wrestling moves on a blue mat.

“Ok, let’s do it again.” He says.  Melinda nods her head and immediately ties up with Matthew.  He sweeps her leg and goes for a grapevine but Melinda catches him in a small package.  Matthew quickly breaks free and pops back up to his feet.  The man formerly known as The Show Stealer smirks and applauds as Melinda pulls herself up.

“Very good counter, Mel.” He praises her. “But be careful, you can’t trust your opponent.  You go in for a tie up, they’ll take advantage of you if you’re not careful just as I did with that leg sweep.”

“Thanks, Mr. Taylor.”

“Please, call me Matt or Matthew.” He answers. “Only my stuck up sister insists on such formalities.”

“MATTHEW!” Glory shouts, now boiling over with anger.  Matthew and Melinda both turn their attention to Glory.  Melinda sighs with frustration but Matthew just chuckles.

“Speaking of stuck up.” He waves jokingly. “Hi, Glory!”

Matthew Taylor thinks of himself as quite the comedian and normally The British Bombshell finds him funny.  Not today.  Glory storms over to where her daughter and Matthew are standing.  If it were possible you could probably see flames coming out of her head at this very moment.  She walks up to Matthew and slaps him across the face.

“Wow, that stung…” He says with a smirk on his face.

“There’s more to come, mate.” Glory remarks with venom dripping from her voice.  Then she turns to face her daughter. “As for you, I thought I told you that you would not train?  I thought I told you that you would not become a wrestler?!”

“You did.” Melinda narrows her brow. “I just didn’t listen.”

“That’s obvious.  I’m beginning to wonder who really is the bad influence on you, Clyde or this bloke?” Glory asks, motioning to Matthew.

“Clyde is my boyfriend!”

“And he’s a bloody pile of garbage!” Glory exclaims.

“Mom!  You’re being unfair!”

“Maybe I am, but I don’t care.” She points to the door. “Get to the car.  I want to talk to Matthew privately.”

“I hate you!” With that, Melinda spins around and storms away.  Glory watches her daughter stomp angrily out of the door.  Once Melinda is out of sight, Glory turns back to face Matthew Taylor.  Matthew, for his part, seems unphased by this turn of events.  He still has that smirk on his face.

“Now you…”

“Me.” Matthew says grinning.  Glory just rolls her eyes.

“I’ve had close friends betray me before.  Sophie has betrayed me many times but you, you were different because you never betrayed me.  At least until now.”

“There is a first time for everything!” Matthew jokes.  Glory, however, is not in a joking mood.

“You knew damn well that I didn’t want her training.  You knew damn well that I didn’t want her to be a wrestler.  And yet you decided to train her anyway.  How long has this been going on?”

“Oh since about February.”

“The hell?!” Glory’s eyes grow wide. “So she immediately disobeyed me?!”

“Pretty much.” Matthew nods his head. “But let me tell you, that girl is a natural.  She catches on quickly and I’d say that she’s almost ready to turn pro if a certain someone would let her.”

“Like hell that’s going to happen!” Glory exclaims.

“Not like you can stop her for much longer.  You know?”

“What’s that supposed to mean, Matt?”

“Oh don’t play dumb.” He remarks. “You have to know that it’s coming sooner rather than later.  Your daughter is eighteen.  She’s of legal age now.  If she wants to turn pro then she can and there is nothing you can to stop her.  It’s just a matter of time before she figures that out.”

“Are you going to plant that seed in her head then?!” She exclaims. “Because if she does turn pro then I will blame you and so help me God I will choke you out.”

“Back off, Glory.”  He remarks. “I don’t plan on putting any thoughts in her head.  I want her to make up her own mind.  But while we’re on the subject, may I ask you a question?”

Glory folds her arms over her chest. “What?!”

“Melinda was clearly upset that you didn’t want to train her.  I mean, she’s appreciative of what I’m doing for her, but she really wanted her mother to train her.  So tell me, why didn’t you want to train her?”

“Seriously?” Glory looks Matthew with disbelief and skepticism. “Are you joking with me right now because if you are…”

“No.  It’s a serious question.  Why didn’t you want to train your daughter?”

“You know damn well why.” Glory growls. “My father forced this life of wrestling upon me.  He was obsessed with it.”

“Still is.” Matthew says with a smirk.

“Shut up, I’m talking.” Glory snaps at him. “My father was obsessed with making me his heir, making me carry his mantle.  I was damn sure not going to let this continue for another generation.  I would not let this life be forced upon my daughter.”

The Show Stealer chuckles. “It’s funny you say that, it really is…”

“What’s funny about it?!”

“Have you even been listening to yourself?  You are obsessed with stopping her from doing something that she can legally do if she wants.  You are just as obsessively angry as your father was.  And you say that your father forced wrestling upon you?  Well how is that any different from what you are doing to Melinda right now?”

“What do you mean?” Glory asks quizzically.

“Don’t you see it?  He forced you to be a wrestler.  Now you’re forcing her to not be a wrestler.  It’s the same thing just in reverse.” He chuckles. “You have become your father.  You are Glenn Braddock.”

Glory Braddock feels that like a punch to the gut.  All this time she had been trying to be different from her father, she had been trying not to be the kind of parent her father was; and yet it seems as if Matthew is right.  She turned out just like her father.  Glory is stunned into silence.  The British Bombshell is so stunned that she doesn’t even notice him walk past her.  She is startled back to reality when he calls back to her.

“Think about that, Glory.” He remarks.  Glory turns around to face her long time friend. “Out of respect for you and the friendship we have, I will stop training Melinda until you give me the green light.  But seriously, your daughter adores you.  She idolizes you.”

“Yeah, I know.” Glory says quietly. “That’s what I’m afraid of.”





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On Camera
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The camera begins to roll and the lights are dim but it is clear we are rolling inside of an empty gym; more specifically we are directly in front of a wrestling ring set up in the middle of the concrete floor.  Licking is heard echoing throughout this room.  It isn’t long until The British Bombshell herself steps into view from stage right, wearing a royal purple velvet skirt that stops just above the knee and a sleeveless white blouse.  Her long gorgeous blonde hair hangs unrestrained to shoulder length and she is standing perched atop matching leather high heeled pumps.  A confident grin is etched across her lovely face as she gazes into the camera.

“Behind me is a wrestling ring.” She chuckles lightly. “But then again, you’re not daft.  You knew that already.  Thing is, to me that isn’t just a wrestling ring.  It’s home.”

The British Bombshell nods her head. “I was born into this sport and I was raised within this sport.  My father was one of the best wrestlers in Europe.  He was known as Britain’s Best.  But he didn’t call himself that, everyone else called him that because he earned that moniker.  He earned it every single night he competed.  He competed every chance he could until he couldn’t do it any longer.  Then he passed his knowledge and skill to the next generation.”

“He passed the torch to me.  Among the many lessons he taught me was a respect for this sport and a respect for those who bleed for it, a respect for those who bust their assess week in and week out for this sport.  And people wonder why I decided to use my Trios contract to insert myself into the main event of Rise To Greatness?”

The British Bombshell narrows her brow.  An intensity unlike any other washes across her face.

“I am doing this for the love of this sport.  I am doing this because a handful of wishy washy egomaniacal twats have absolutely no respect for this sport or for anyone in Supreme Championship Wrestling.  They said as much themselves when they said they would do anything to get to the top and will do anything to stay on top.”

Braddock shakes her head. “Sorry, but that’s just not how this works; not while I’m around.  See, Syren can run around claiming to be the best professional wrestler in the world all she wants but she’s just fooling herself.  It’s a lie and everyone will know it’s a lie when I choke her ass out in front of the entire world on July 21st in Dallas, Texas.

“Oh but don’t me wrong.  This isn’t just about her and the SCW World Championship.  This is a declaration of war against the entire lot of those brassers and everything they stand for.  And if that means going through her lackeys first then so be it.”

A confident smirk spreads across the face of The British Bombshell. “And that’s all you are in this whole thing, Christy.  I mean, sure, you are a former world champion and I suppose that means I’m supposed to respect you but I can’t respect someone throws their pride away to cast their lot in with them.  And they may try to make it sound like you’re an equal to them.  It sure sounded that way on Breakdown June 19th.  But make no mistake about who and what you are right now.”

“You are just a lackey.  You are cannon fodder.  You’re a sidekick.”

“It’s sad to see a former world champion fall from such a lofty status.  From being great based upon your own accord and merit to being relevant only because of your association with that two-bit twat Syren.  Instead of chasing your own continued career greatness you are now doing the bidding of SCW’s resident tyrant.  Instead of being the absolute best you can be, the entire purpose of your existence, right now at least, is to stop me.”

Braddock lets out a quiet laugh. “Your purpose is to weaken me.  You are tasked with softening me up in advance of Rise To Greatness.  As a matter of fact, not only do I not respect you but I simply don’t care about you because you don’t care enough about yourself to be anything more than their sidekick.”

“Unfortunately for you, your purpose in this match will not be served.” Braddock shakes her head. “Your purpose is to weaken me but yet again I’m going to flip the script.  Just like I did when I used my Trios, I am going to change the game.  Instead of you softening me up, I’m going to use you to send a message right back to your little pals.”

“I’m going to use the skills I was taught in that very ring,” she motions to the wrestling ring behind her “taught by a man who actually respects this sport unlike you lot, to pick you apart, piece by piece.  Bring whatever mind games, tricks, and cheating you want, none of it will matter because in the end I will still outwrestle you and you will be humbled.  You will be brought to your knees.  This wrestling clinic will be the first layer I tear away from this tyrannical reign.”

“Christy, I really do hope I said something that got under your skin.  I really do hope I lit a fire under your ass to remind you who the hell you are but honestly, I think you are way too pathetically gone to be helped.  Breakdown is the day I fire the first shot against you and your pals and you can end it yourself, Christy, by tapping out.”

She glares intensely at the camera. “Or I will end it by choking you out.  Sic Semper Tyrannis, bitch!”

Glory Braddock turns and walks off screen.  Once she is out of view the scene starts to fade to black.