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September 19th, 2020
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. There was no need for things to
look glamorous and sparkly, nice and pretty, Glenn always kept it simple.
Not only was it practical but it sent a message to his students, a message
telling that wrestling itself was simple; as simple as winning. You go to
the ring, you do what you must in order to defeat your opponent, and then you
leave. Pure, simple, and very brutal; but that was his only love, his
only passion. Oftentimes to the detriment of his children.
Glenn Braddock fathered two children in his
lifetime; Gloria Marie Braddock and Julia Alexis Braddock. Glenn
Braddock, for all of his great achievements as a wrestler, could potentially be
faulted as a father and family man. His training and active competition
kept him away from his wife and two daughters. Glenn never truly spent a
great deal of time bonding with either of his daughters when they were growing
up. Even when his wrestling career was taken away fro him due to an
injury he suffered in the ring, he still didn’t bond with his children like
most father’s would. He bonded in the way only way he knew how; through
wrestling. Glenn would take Glory and teach her everything he knew about
the sport he was so passionate about. All of the knowledge, love, and
passion he had for wrestling was passed onto her. The woman who would
later become known as The British Bombshell would take all of that and
translate it into fourteen world championships.
September 13th was supposed to be the night she
achieved number fifteen. Unfortunately it was not to be; she got caught,
she got pinned, and her dream of capturing a fifteenth world championship went
up in smoke. And for The British Bombshell she still doesn’t understand
how she failed. Everything was perfect in the setup. She had cashed
in her Trios contract with the champion David Helms was most vulnerable.
She had been preparing and training for weeks in anticipation for this world
championship match. This time would be one on one; unlike her previous
SCW World Championship opportunity. Everything was perfect and yet she
still failed to get the job done. It just doesn’t make sense and she
needs answers. She demands answers. All of her professional life
when she needed answers, when she needed help and guidance, she knew that there
was only one place she could go and that was to her father.
Unfortunately he is gone now. Glenn Braddock
has been long gone from this world but his memory lives on in his legacy, The
Braddock Wrestling School and that is where Glory hopes to find some
answers. The beautiful blonde is standing in front of a somewhat run down
looking gym. There is a sign in front that reads “Braddock Wrestling
School” that is probably the cleanest part of this gym. She is wearing a
sheath column scoop neck short mini dress with purple sparkly sequins. Her feet
are encased in black open toe high heel pumps. Her long blonde hair hangs
unrestrained to shoulder length.
Braddock takes out a key to unlock the door.
It takes some time to undo the locks but she does manage to unlock it in short
order before she pushes it open. The British Bombshell steps inside the
gym and is immediately met with a strong but familiar odor. 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. She stands
just inside the doorway that marks the entrance to this school, her domain, her
empire if you will. The school is empty right now, as it is after
hours. Glory Braddock is one of only five people who have a key to this
building. She came here after hours to seek out answers as to where she
went wrong and how she can correct her course.
She scans the area and notices the workout
equipment scattered all over the floor, heavy bags hanging here and there, but
most noticeable and most prominent is the wrestling ring set up in the center
of the main room. It was always to be the centerpiece per the vision of
her father Glenn Braddock. Glory has made certain to honor that
request. But what is unusual bout this sight this evening is the fact
that she sees her father, Glen Braddock, standing in the center of this ring.
Of course she knows this is not really her
father. Her father is dead. This is just her imagination running
wild. Still, Glory is upset and she will take this out on anything or
anyone, even if it is an imaginary ghost.
“Where the hell were you?!” Glory
shouts angrily as she storms up towards the ring, towards her “father.”
She steps up the ring steps and onto the ring apron before entering the
ring. She steps up to her “father” and shouts all the louder. “Where
the hell were you?!”
“Where I’ve always been.” He
answers in a matter of fact tone.
“Yeah, right,” Glory
answers with sarcasm now dripping from her voice “the same place you always
were in my life; nowhere to be found. And you promised on your deathbed
you would always be there in my heart but where were you? Where the hell
were you one week ago?!”
“I never helped you win any of your world titles,
Gloria, and even if I could help you you’d be fucking insane to think I’d start
helping you now. You win on your own. That’s it. You weren’t
bad, you were incredible. You just got caught. It happens to the
best of us.”
“But I am THE BEST IN THE WORLD god damn you!” Glory
shouts all the more loudly now. “I should not have got caught by that
fossil! Besides, why do you just assume I’m talking about Apocalypse?”
“I get the feeling the feeling there’s something
you wanna say.” The apparition growls softly under his
breath.
“You damn right there is! This right here,
this gym...my fourteen world championships...I credit that to you.”
“I told you I never helped you. You earned
all that on your own.”
“But you trained me. You taught me. You
gave me the tools necessary to achieve success and I did. But see that’s
the thing, all you wanted from me was an heir to your wrestling legacy.
You wanted me to be another Britain’s Best and yeah, I became Britain’s Best.
But being Britain’s Best wasn’t good enough for you was it? No, you
wanted more. You wanted to be an Olympic Gold Medalist. So you
trained harder, pushed yourself harder, and that ended your career. And
just like you, being Britain’s Best wasn’t good enough. I pushed myself
harder, I trained harder, but unlike you I did not screw it up. I became
a fourteen time world champion. I became the best in the world.”
“Is that what you want to do? Does rubbing it in my
face make you feel better?”
“I just wanted you to know that I surpassed you but
I also wanted you to know that I blame you for everything else that went wrong
in my life!” Tears are now flowing freely down the
cheeks of The British Bombshell. “Because of your fame and prominence,
because of your influence, you managed to gain custody of me and Julia.
You never wanted us as daughters, you wanted us to be your second generation
wrestlers and that is the only thing you raised us to be. That’s the only
knowledge you gave us.”
“I gave you a roof over your head, three meals a
day, and I gave a damn good life.”
“And you made us both mentally vulnerable!
Because of you we were both brainwashed by Aphrodite Noel! Did it sit
well with you when we changed our names from Braddock to Noel to suit our new
“mother”? You left us screwed up and vulnerable to her mental
assault. Julia ended up spending time in a psychiatric hospital. I
almost ended up there too but I did lose my company briefly. But thanks
to Aphrodite, not you thanks to HER, I learned the tricks necessary to regain
my company. I had to become a ruthless, cutthroat, monster.”
She chuckles lightly. “And that’s who I am now
isn’t it? I am no longer your daughter, I have become a monster who is
bordering on insanity!”
“Glory?” That’s
a new voice that echoes in the gym. Startled ever so slightly, Braddock
turns around and finds her good friend, Matthew Taylor, standing there in the
doorway. He is a trainer at the school and is one of the other five to
have a key to this building. A confused look is on his face for obvious
reasons. It isn’t every day you walk in on your best friend talking to
herself. “Who are you talking to?”
Braddock turns around where her father was standing
but he is gone. Glory is confused but only briefly as she realizes that
it was just her imagination. She sighs as she turns back to face Matthew
who is already making his way towards the ring. “I was just talking to
myself.”
“I wouldn’t do that too often, people might start
to think you’re crazy.” He says with a wry grin. Glory
just sighs and shrugs her shoulders.
“I’m already there, mate.”
Matthew avoids the steps, choosing instead to use
his agility to leap up from the floor to the ring apron. He then steps
through the ropes and into the ring. Taylor approaches Braddock and looks
her dead in the eyes with a look of concern. “What’s wrong?”
“Everything.”
“Now what do you mean by that?”
“Exactly that. Everything is going wrong in
my life right now, Matt. I was supposed to be SCW World Champion right
now but I failed. Myself and my company are now under the microscope of
the United States federal government due to the string of assassination
attempts on my life and on the lives of Jennifer Alan and her family. I
feel like everything is coming apart at the seams.”
“And you blame your dad for that, I take it?”
Glory furrows her brow curiously. “How do you
figure that?”
“Well I was standing back there listening to you
shouting at thin air for quite awhile.”
“Oh…” Glory
blushes as she realizes that Matthew must have heard a bit of what she had to
say. She considers her next line of thought but before she can get it out
Matthew wraps an arm around her shoulder.
“Look Glory, you know me and your dad never exactly
saw eye to eye. Right?”
“He wanted to rip your bloody head off, mate.”
Glory says with a knowing grin.
“Right, because I didn’t adhere to his strict
philosophy. I never got into this business for championships,
competition, or that bullshit. I got into this for the thrill. I
got into this because it was dangerous and I am a daredevil. I also got
into this because I enjoy entertaining people.”
“And that’s why you never amounted to anything in
this sport.” Glory says harshly. “No offense.”
“None taken, because the only reward I ever needed
was the roar of the crowd. That’s why I left your dad’s school to seek
out someone who held the same philosophy I held and would train me as
such. Now that doesn’t mean I think your dad was wrong. Your dad
sure as hell thought I was wrong but that’s not the case. Everyone has
their own points of view, everyone has an opinion, but opinions are just that...they’re
subjective.”
Glory chuckles, finally feeling light hearted after
a long time of depression. “Look at you. I didn’t realize you had a
philosophical bone in your body.”
“I can pull it out of my ass if necessary.
And I do think it is necessary right now because I need to tell you that your
dad meant well. Your dad loved you and he did the very best he
could. Did he have his faults? Absolutely. But we all have
our faults. Your dad’s fault was primarily his obsession over perfection.
He was obsessed with being the best.”
“Much like me now.”
Glory says quietly.
“Exactly. But you know what? Your
father never was upset that you did what he never could. He was proud
that you took his legacy and took it to the next level. He had that hope
and desire for both you and Julia. You want to know why you were able to
achieve that level of greatness whereas your father could not?”
Glory shrugs her shoulders. “Enlighten me,
philosopher Taylor.”
“You never lost sight of the love and the passion
for the sport. Glenn lost sight of that, he became passionate about being
the best and no longer passionate about wrestling, no longer in love with the
sport but in love with championships. That’s what drove his obsession and
that is what is driving your obsession right now.”
Glory pulls away from Matthew. She shakes her
head. “I’m not obsessed.”
“Yes, you are. You have been obsessed with
power within your company, so much so that your own company may be in trouble
with the FBI. You were so obsessed with winning a fifteenth world
championship that you grew careless, you got caught at Apocalypse.”
“That doesn’t mean anything.”
Glory Braddock is still in denial.
“You want proof? Just look at you now
compared to how you used to be in your first five years as a
professional. You dress to impress everywhere you go because you think
image is everything, including power. Hell, it’s gotten so bad that
you’re dressed to impress here! But who are you impressing? A
ghost? No one is here, Glory!”
“I know…” her
voice trails off.
“You used to be a tomboy and when anyone said
anything you didn’t care. You never cared. You were just being
you. You were just having fun. And speaking of fun, remember
Glory’s Prankster Service?”
Despite the emotions Glory once again cracks a
smile at the mention of this long gone but apparently not forgotten moment in
her life. “Yeah, I remember it.”
“You were the best prankster I ever knew. It
didn’t matter who it was or how smart they were, you were able to get
them. The first promotion you worked for, GDW, you charged fellow
employees to perform pranks on their enemies. I helped you with
that. It was some of our best times. And then there were the
karaoke nights…”
“Oh bloody hell, not that…”
“Yes, that.” Matthew
says with a smirk. “Every night after the show, win or lose, we’d try to
find someplace that did karaoke. If we found a place we’d join in on the
fun. You were a terrific singer, Glory. You even brought that side
of you to the ring, occasionally mocking your opponents in song. Where is
that Glory?”
Braddock vehemently shakes her head. “She’s
gone, Matt! She is long gone! She has been gone ever
since...since…”
“Since when? Since Aphrodite got into your
head? She only got to you because she knew what buttons to push.
She knew what secretly set you off and what would impact you the most mentally
and emotionally. She did it so much that you lost a sense of who you are.
And to this day I think you are not sure of who you are.”
“I know who I am.”
Braddock says, nodding her head. “I’m a monster.”
“Yes, I heard you say that earlier. You are a
monster...but that’s who you are right now. But that’s not who you have
to be. You can choose to be someone else. You can be that Glory
Braddock we all know and love again. You just have to find her.”
“That’s the thing, Matt, I’m not sure if I can find
her again.” Glory replies, sighing deeply and
sadly.
“Seriously? Glory, you won fourteen world
championships, built this huge corporate empire, and you have kept this
wrestling school of your father’s alive.”
“The monster did that.” Glory
insists. Matthew shakes his head.
“Not all of it. Glory, YOU played a part of
that. You just need to find that old Glory Braddock spirit. And I
believe you can do it.”
“You do?”
“Look at me, Glory.” Glory
turns and looks at her best friend. “I was always your biggest fan. I
always will be your biggest fan. And can I tell you a secret?”
“Sure.”
“Glory, I love you. I’ve never told anyone
this, I’ve never told anyone this, but I always had a crush on you when we were
growing up together. I was there at your wedding with Randall and I admit
I was heartbroken. I shouldn’t have been happy that you two split but a
part of me was only because I was thinking that I had hope for another shot,
but then I was heartbroken again that you found Kurt.”
“Matthew, I…” Glory
is genuinely stunned at what she just heard her friend admit. But he
nevertheless presses on.
“Hush. I don’t want you to take this the
wrong way and I don’t want you to think I’ll ever interfere. I just
wanted you to know that I do truly care for you. And if you ever
questioned whether or not someone believed in you? Then stop. Stop questioning
because damn it, Glory, I believe in you.”
There is a long pause as these two long time
friends lock eyes. Glory is honestly not sure what to think. She had
always thought of Matthew as her best friend, maybe even closer than Sophie
O’Brian. In many ways Matthew was always the anchor that brought her back
down to reality. Matthew and Glory were as close as close could be but
they never took that next step in their relationship. Then slowly they
started drifting apart. Slowly they started going their separate
ways. Perhaps the reasons for Glory’s sudden change lies within Matthew
himself? Without Matthew there to keep her grounded, Glory grew out of
control. Still, as good a friend as Matthew is and as much as she wants
him back in her life, Glory isn’t sure she wants what Matthew wants. She
considers her next words carefully but before she can react Matthew leans in
and kisses her on the lips.
“Matthew I…”
“Sorry, Glory. I just…”
“No, I can’t.” Glory
shakes her head and turns and immediately walks towards her office.
Matthew follows after her.
“Glory, wait! Let me explain!”
Glory doesn’t stop. She walks towards her
office and swings the door open she steps inside. Braddock approaches her
desk and sits in the comfortable black leather swivel chair. Matthew
steps in the doorway and looks longingly at his good friend. “Glory, may I
please come in?”
“I don’t know, Matt…”
“We need to talk. I didn’t mean to do that
back there. I just care about you, that’s all, and I’m really worried
about you.”
“Yeah, but why are you worried about me? The
Board of Directors are worried about me because they don’t think I’m mentally
capable of doing my job and making them money. The students at this
school are worried about me only because they want to use my school and my
influence to help their careers. And you? You…”
“I love you, Glory.”
Matthew states pointedly. “I love you and I am sick of watching you destroy
yourself. This obsession with being the best at wrestling and dominating the
corporate world is tearing you apart. It has already caused your
wrestling career to suffer and it could threaten your own company as well. And
if you haven’t figured it out, this will affect more than just you.
Remember you were the one who had this school merged with your company to make
things easier and more streamlined to manage. But now because of this,
your Board of Directors does have some say over this school. The same
Board of Directors who removed you once from power because of doubt over your
mental capacity can do so again.”
“No,” Glory
shakes her head in denial “I have more votes on the Board. I have
support. I…”
“This isn’t bloody politics!” Matthew
shouts loudly. “This is business! And this is why I hate business and
tried to abandon my own family’s business! You’ve done a good job at
gaining influence over the Board but the more these shootings happen, the more
strange actions you take, the more bizarre you act, the more likely you will
lose that support and you may lose your company and if that happens they may
take this school as well. Do you want that to happen? This is your
father’s legacy and you could lose it.”
“What do you care?”
Glory stands up and gets in Matthew’s face. “You and my father despised each
other!”
“Yeah! But I love you and I would do anything
for you, Glory! That’s why I was willing to come back to this school and
help you with it, that’s why I wanted to help with your father’s legacy,
because I knew how important it was to you.”
Matthew takes Glory’s hands. “You may not remember it, because you haven’t
been this person in a long time, but there was a time when you adored your
father, when you idolized him...or at least his good aspects. And you
wanted everyone to remember him. I was willing to help you with
that. I still am. And there are kids who come to this school each
and every day to bust their asses to follow after the Braddock example that YOU
defined. But this school, along with everything else you’ve built, is in
jeopardy because of decisions you’ve made.”
Glow bows her head in shame. “There’s no going
back though…”
“Everything is fixable. You know who taught
me that?” He points a finger at Glory. “Your
father. The same Glenn Braddock who also took Sophie and Mark O’Brian in
off the streets when they were homeless. Was he a monster?
Sometimes. But he had his great moments too. And you may be a
monster now but you don’t have to be. You can fix all of this. I
know you can.”
The British Bombshell pauses for a moment to
consider her friend’s words. After some time to think she nods her head.
“Ok fine, so maybe I can fix all of this? Maybe it isn’t too late?
But there’s still one other problem, Matt.” She points to him and then at
herself. “What about this?”
“You and I?”
“Right. You say everything is fixable but
there is no changing what happened tonight. What you said and did has
forever changed our relationship. I need you in my life again,
Matt. Our relationship used to be like this dynamic duo of clowns and
jokesters. We did anything we wanted, whenever we wanted, to whomever
wanted. And we just had fun. I’d like to have that again…”
“And we can have that again. You just have to
be the old Glory I remember. The Glory I grew up. The Glory you were
before you were corrupted and twisted.”
Braddock nods her head. “I know, but this Glory
standing before you today isn’t sure that’s what she wants.”
Matthew Taylor furrows his brow. “What do you
mean?”
“You said you would do anything to help me. But
answer this question, Matt; what would you do have me?”
It is then at this point that the lightbulb goes
off in Matthew’s head. Glory is at a crossroads. She is at a point
where she realizes that she has to make a decision about what to do, how to course
correct and salvage everything. Matthew Taylor is convinced that only the
old Glory Braddock can salvage everything. But the old Glory Braddock
would only be friends with Matthew. But this current version of Glory is
a monster willing to betray anyone, even her own friends and loved ones, to
maintain power. This version of Glory Braddock would definitely betray
her marriage to Kurt Logan. And Matthew Taylor? Well he would do
anything to help Glory but he would also do anything to have Glory as his own.
As Matthew watches, Glory steps out of her heels
and sets them aside. She then slowly undoes her dress and steps out of
it, tossing it to the side. Glory is now standing there in nothing but a
black lace bra and matching black lace panties. She approaches Matthew
and removes his shirt.
“Just a taste to help you decide.”
“Decide?”
“I have a decision to make, so do you.”
Matthew realizes that while Glory may know she
needs to change her ways that she isn’t quite ready to change her ways
yet. To put it another way, this is the monster’s last ditch effort to
maintain control over Glory. Matthew knows by rejecting her tempting
offer would be the best way to help Glory but, then again, this is one thing
Matthew has always wanted. This is the one thing he has wanted all his
life.
“Just one time.”
“Just once.”
“No one has to know.”
“Not a soul.”
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September 29th, 2020
Louisville, KY
On Camera
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The camera opens to a skyline, a city in particular
and that city being Louisville, Kentucky. Not far off in the distance one
can see the KFC Yum Center, the arena that will play host to SCW Breakdown
tomorrow. We cut to the outside of a hotel room, specifically a
balcony. The balcony grew from the walls of the house as generous arms
from a host, or perhaps those of a mother to cradle her infant child. The metal
had a patina of ocean greens and blues, or perhaps it was more the hues of a
mossy forest floor in softened early light, yet either way it was
beautiful. It isn’t long until a lovely femine figure steps out onto the
balcony. The camera zooms in and we see that this is The British
Bombshell Glory Braddock. The self-proclaimed Best in the World is
wearing a little purple dress that hugs her every curve and matching purple
high heeled patent leather pumps. Draped over her right shoulder is the
SCW Adrenaline Championship title belt and draped over the left shoulder is the
MWE Riot Championship title belt. A confident grin is etched across her
lovely face as she stares into the camera.
“I stand here today, taking in this fresh morning
air, enjoying this morning as a double champion. Although I should be
standing here today as a triple champion. I should be standing here today
as a fifteen time heavyweight champion of the world. Everything was
perfect from my Trios cash in, my training and preparation, my game plan and
strategy. Hell, I damn wrestled damn near the perfect match. But as my
father would always teach me, one small mistake can cost you. One minor
thing that goes overlooked can leave you a beaten man or beaten woman. So
who do I blame for this? Who do I blame for the fact that I am not
standing here today as your SCW World Champion?” The
intensity in her voice grew slowly with each passing second then there’s the
pause. A few moments later she lets out a sigh and shakes her head.
“No one...just myself...you win some and you lose
some. Apocalypse just wasn’t my night. Congratulations,
David. You earned it.” She
shakes her head. “But it does NOT change the fact that you are not the
person prepared to lead this company into the future. It does NOT change
the fact that you are NOT the one equipped to prepare the future of this company.
And it does NOT change the fact that you are not the best in the world.
You were better than me on that one night but I am still the Best in the
World. My work rate and my resume proves it. And I prove it each
and every night I set foot inside the ring. Unlike you, Gavin…”
She points a finger at the camera, as if pointing
at Gavin himself. Then she pats the SCW Adrenaline Championship title
belt “....you are next in line for this and the differences between you and
I couldn’t be more drastic. If I get legitimately beaten in the center of
the ring I own it. I do not make excuses. I just bust my ass, I
work harder, and I get better. That’s the work ethic my father drilled
into me from day one. But you make excuses. Not me, not The British
Bombshell. That’s NOT the Braddock way. And you, Gavin, everything
you do is disrespectful to this sport. The way you carry yourself is
disrespectful to this sport. Yet you get the next opportunity at the
Adrenaline Championship, but that’s fine with me, because I get the chance to
teach you a lesson and that lesson actually begins on Breakdown. I want
you to be watching very closely to the match between Selena Frost and
myself. I want you to watch very closely to what we do inside the ring
and maybe you will get some idea of what respect is all about and I guarantee
you will get an idea of what you can expect from me at Under Attack.”
“That’s right, Selena, it’s you and me on Breakdown
in Louisville, Kentucky. We have history together, none of it is any
good, and I don’t like you and I know for a fact you don’t like me.
That’s fine, I accept the hatred and jealousy sent my way from others, it comes
with territory when you are as good as I am. But as much as I may hate
you I can honestly say that I do respect you.” Glory
smirks knowingly. She nods her head.
“Does it surprise you that I respect you? Is
it hard to believe? Well believe it little miss Snow Queen because I do
respect you. You don’t make excuses when you get your ass beat.
When you get your ass beat you accept the mistakes you made, you learn from
those mistakes, and you get better. That’s what I learned. That’s
how I became the person I am today. And maybe that’s part of why we hate
each other so much. When we look at one another it’s like looking in a
mirror. We both want what’s right for this business and we will do
anything to make things right for the business but we both have different ideas
of what is right for the business.” Braddock
pauses and then shakes her head.
“But then again, maybe we aren’t all that similar
after all? I mean, think about it, are you truly willing to do anything
for this business? You are unwilling to become the villain for the sake
of this business but me? I was ready, willing, and able to become the
villain for this business. Do you think I enjoy hearing the boos and the
hate filled chants? No, I don’t like it, but I was willing to embrace it
for this business. I am prepared to always do anything for this
business. I am always prepared to save and rescue this business by any
means necessary, even if it that means hurting myself in the process.
What I’m trying to say is that my love and passion for this business runs
deeper than your love for this business or anyone else’s for that matter.
No one can say that they love this business more than me.”
The British Bombshell nods her head. “So yes, I
respect your passion, I respect the sacrifices you have made for this business,
and I respect you for the competitor that you are, but the simple fact of the
matter is that you are NOT Glory Braddock and you never will be. You are
not willing to make the kinds of sacrifices I have made for the common good of
professional wrestling and you just don’t have the stomach to make the kinds of
sacrifices I have made for this business. So go ahead and bombard me with
all of your usual attacks. Tell me I’m self-centered and
egotistical. Or better yet, throw out that nice little catchphrase of
yours. What is it again? Believe it?” Glory chuckles.
“You know what I believe? I believe that I’m
gonna punch you straight in the mouth. I believe I’m going to beat your
ass all over Louisville. I’m not delusional, I know I’ll take an ass
kicking as well. But at the end of the day I believe in myself, I believe
in Glory Braddock when no one else does. Despite setbacks such as the one that
happened at Apocalypse I never ever stop believing in Glory Braddock and I
never will. And I believe that yet again you and I will put on a hell of
a show, because that’s just what you’re going to get when you put the
Adrenaline Champion in the ring against the United States Champion. Most
importantly though, I believe that I will beat your frozen ass in the center of
the ring. And when its over, regardless of the outcome, I will gladly
shake your hand to show you, the fans in Louisville, and fake as hell blokes
like Gavin Taylor what true respect is all about.”
The scene fades.
