Motivation

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Off Camera

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At the end of the year Supreme Championship Wrestling has a special event; its End of the Year Special Rumble.  A cash money prize of $250,000 and a new car is on the line.  It always attracts a crowd to come out and try their hand inside of the SCW ring.  This year, though, there’s an added incentive for the best wrestlers in the world to showcase their talents in SCW.

SCW superstar Ace Marshall cashed in his trios contract and has put the SCW Adrenaline Championship on the line in this match as well.  Even without the incentive, even without the potential of becoming a champion in SCW, there is one individual who was already making plans on setting foot inside of the SCW squared circle for the first time ever; a woman who calls herself “The British Bombshell” and proudly, sometimes arrogantly, declares herself to be “The Best In The World”…

…Glory Braddock.  She is the daughter of a famous British amateur wrestler Glenn Braddock.  She learned the tricks of the amateur wrestling game from her famous father but picked up her professional wrestling lessons from her older cousin, SCW superstar Angelica Jones.  Braddock then made her debut in 2008 and now, nearly ten years later, she has done it all in professional wrestling.  As a wrestler she is a fourteen time and currently reigning world champion.  She has been a wrestling trainer and has owned and operated her own wrestling organization, Global Championship Wrestling.  And now, Glory is the General Manager of Motor City Wrestling.

Now she sees this End of the Year Battle Royal as a new challenge, one she intends to tackle head on.

The British Bombshell finds herself in the Detroit offices of Motor City Wrestling.  The office was painted grey, and it had only one floor-to-ceiling window, which faced the main road. On the grey desk sat a desktop computer, a notebook lying open, and a stack of papers sitting under a turtle-shaped paperweight. In a corner, the air conditioner was blasting at medium, and there was a swivel chair in the middle of the office. A bookshelf, bursting with books was in a corner, with yet another stack of papers under a paperweight that was shaped to look like a tuft of grass. A few pens were lying on the papers, but some had fallen onto the top of the bookshelf.

She is sitting in her office, behind her desk, that is right by a large window that overlooks the Detroit skyline.  The beautiful blonde is wearing a black pencil skirt that flatters her curves, a matching black suit coat over a white silky blouse.  Her feet are encased in black peep-toe high heeled pumps.  Her long dirty blonde locks of hair hang to just below the shoulders.  Business is being done this very moment, as one can see from her talking on the phone…

“Motor City Wrestling is the perfect place for your client.  Trust me.   We have experienced people on our staff and veteran MCW stars who want to see this place succeed, not to mention a whole host of new blood, new stars just like your client who want to build a new legacy for themselves.” She watches as the door opens and her husband, Kurt Logan, walks in.  He’s wearing brown khaki pants, tennis shoes, and a button up blue cotton shirt.  A broad grin forms across Glory’s face as she mouths the word “hi” to him but still listening intently to the person on the other end of her phone conversation.

“Yes...” she nods her head “yes, I understand.  You and your client take all the time you need, I do not want to pressure you or your client, but do keep us in mind and give me a call, ok?” There is another pause and as she listens and nods her head. “Good, talk to you later, mate.  Bye.”

She hangs up the phone and then looks over at Kurt. “Funny seeing you here.”

“I thought I’d surprise you, babe.” Kurt chuckles as he motions to the telephone on her desk. “I see you’ve been busy recruiting.”

“The never ending job of being General Manager.  I need to make sure that MCW is full of new blood.  I mean, we do have great veterans here, myself included, who want to make this place great again, but we can’t continue to hold MCW up on our shoulders.  Whether you agree with her tactics or not, Trinity Street is right, this company will someday belong to the new stars, the future of MCW.  And it’s up to me to find that future.”

“Well you know what I think?” Kurt asks as he approaches Glory at her desk.

“What’s that?”

“I think that you are beautiful, intelligent, and that you truly are The Best in the World when it comes to professional wrestling, every aspect of it…you’re a good wrestler, you are a good trainer, you are a good executive…and anyone in their right mind should know that they would be damn lucky to get to work with you.”

Glory smiles warmly, blushing furiously as she gets up out of her chair, standing up, and approaches Kurt, allowing herself to be taken into his arms with a tight embrace as they kiss passionately for a brief moment.  Upon breaking the embrace and kiss Glory winks at him.

“Thanks, Kurt.  You know I always appreciate your vote of confidence. I couldn’t do any of this without you.”

“I still don’t understand why you do continue to do as much as you are doing.” Kurt says as he wraps his strong, comforting arms around his wife’s waist.  His loving eyes gazing deep into her eyes. “You’ve given ten years of your life to this business and in that time you’ve done so much.  Fourteen time world champion…”

“Check.” Glory says with a grin.

“You’ve led some of the next generation of superstars into this business.”

“Check.”

“You resurrected Global Championship Wrestling and you are now General Manager of Motor City Wrestling, responsible for leading it into a brand new future.”

“Check and check.”

“So I have to ask, why do you keep it up?  Why do you keep doing this?”

“Do you really want to know, love?”

“Yes.” Kurt says, nodding his head.

“Fine, but first,” she motions to her swivel chair “sit.”

Kurt nods and sits down in the chair.  Glory Braddock then sits down in his lap, wrapping her arms around his neck before planting a kiss on his cheek.

“Wrestling isn’t just a career or a sport for me.  Wrestling has done so much for me.  I grew up lacking for nothing, living very comfortably because of what wrestling gave to my father.  Wrestling helped me to reconnect with my cousins from the Jones family.  And then there’s the greatest gift of them all…” She kisses Kurt on the lips again “…I met you because of wrestling.”

“Yeah, I guess our marriage is a pretty good gift.” Kurt says with a cheesy grin.

“But you’re right, I have achieved so much in this industry.  I just think it is time that I gave back in some way.  What I do now is no longer a selfish quest to make myself look good or to pad my record.  There’s no need for that.  Fourteen world titles later and I can comfortably say that I am The Best in the World.  I’m selflessly giving back, just as I selflessly gave wrestling GCW and as I am now selflessly giving wrestling a great MCW.”

“Ok, I admit that the selfless route is good, but can you explain how entering SCW’s End of the Year Rumble selfless on your part when two hundred fifty thousand dollars, a new car, and the SCW Adrenaline Championship is all on the line?”

Glory chuckles lightly as she turns her gaze away from Kurt just momentarily. “So you heard?”

“The rumors were definitely there.  Angelica certainly thinks you are entering.”

Kurt is referencing the social media war of words that Glory Braddock and her older cousin Angelica Jones had.  Though it really wasn’t a “war” per se, more a tense exchange, but it was clear that Angelica knew what Glory was planning and that, for whatever reason, did not approve of her plan one bit.

“I have no idea what Angelica’s problem is with me entering The End of the Year Rumble and quite frankly, I don’t care either, because I’m going to do whatever I want to do.  But as for the End of the Year Rumble itself, I can promise you that this is not for my own selfish gain.  I assure you of that.”

“But what do you possibly have to gain from this?  You don’t need the money or the car and you definitely don’t need the championship?”

“You’re right, I don’t.”

“So why?” Kurt asks, looking somewhat dumbfounded. “Why are you entering?”

“Just trust me, love.” She kisses him on the cheek. “Ok?”

Kurt is about to respond when the door to her office swings open wildly.  Glory Braddock immediately hops up off of her husband’s lap, concerned that someone she works with would catch her in a compromising position.  But that isn’t the case.  The person entering her office with a look of angst on her face is none other than Angelica Jones.  The matriarch of the Jones family is wearing a knee length black skirt, short sleeved red floral print blouse, and black high heeled pumps.  Her nails are painted red.  Her long gorgeous ginger locks of hair hang down unrestrained to shoulder length.

“Yeah, please, come on in…” Glory says, greeting her cousin with sarcasm dripping from her voice.

“Can it, Gloria.” Angelica remarks as she approaches the desk.  She looks at Glory and then down at Kurt who still sits in the chair.  She then looks back up at Glory with a frown. “Did I interrupt something?”

“You could say that.”

“Well you two can do your thing later.  You and I need to talk, Glory.” Angelica then glares angrily at Kurt. “Alone.”

“Is that so?” Kurt asks as he stands up out of the chair and faces down Angelica.  But before anything can get out of hand Glory gets in between the two of them.

“Kurt, don’t…” Glory sighs as she shakes her head “…just leave, ok?  I’ll see you later.”

“Right,” Kurt doesn’t like it but he abides by his wife’s wishes “I’ll see you later.”

Kurt walks away from the desk and starts to head towards the door.  His eyes never leave Angelica and hers never leave Kurt either, for that matter.  Glory sighs as she watches all of this from afar until finally Kurt opens the door, exits the office, and shuts the door behind him.  Once Kurt is gone, Angelica turns to face Glory again with a sneer on her face.

“So is that the only way I can get you to listen to me?  I have to sit in your lap and make out with you?”

“Quit being a smart ass, mate.” Glory snaps back, unyielding as she places her hands on her hips and stares across the desk at Angelica. “What’s your problem anyway?”

“You should know damn well what my problem is.  We spoke about this on twitter, remember?”

“How can I forget?” Glory rolls her eyes. “That was downright embarrassing.”

“And you can make this all go away if you just don’t enter the SCW End of the Year Rumble.”

Glory Braddock sighs as she shakes her head, indicating her answer.  But leaving no doubt she sits down in the swivel chair, ostensibly crosses her legs, and smirks at her cousin.

“No.”

“Why not?!”

“I just don’t want to, Angelica.  Next question.”

“You’re being too damn stubborn.” Angelica remarks out of frustration, pulling at her own hair at one point.

“Who the hell are you to talk to me about being stubborn?” Glory says with a chuckle in her voice. “The answer is still no, by the way.  You’re not talking me out of this.  I will enter the SCW End of the Year Rumble and that’s that, Angelica.”

Angelica approaches the desk and leans over so that she is staring deep into Glory’s eyes.  Glory can see the anger building up in her eyes but she doesn’t let it shake her.  She knows how Angelica is and she has handled her before.  She will handle her again if necessary.

“You really shouldn’t do this, Glory.”

“Why not?”

“Well…” Angelica’s voice trails off as she straightens herself back up, clearly pausing to think of a good excuse “…well, you’re going to have wear some sexy costume in order to enter the damn thing!  Are you seriously prepared to make yourself into a sex object for Ace Marshall’s damn enjoyment just to enter that stupid rumble?”

“Your concern is touching but completely unwarranted, mate.  I am proud of my body and I know how good looking I can be.  Now if Ace wants to get all googly-eyed at me, that’s fine, it doesn’t bother me because I’ll just make sure I eliminate his immature ass on my way to winning the whole thing.”

“Seriously?” Angelica looks on incredulously. “The sexy costume stipulation doesn’t bother you?”

“Not in the slightest.  It isn’t like I’m going to be the only one out there having to do that shit.  But I have a feeling,” she winks at Angelica “that Ace’s sexy costume stipulation isn’t the real reason you’re worried.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Angelica denies, shaking her head vehemently.

“You’re a terrible liar, Angelica.  We didn’t grow up together, because my dad kept me in jolly ole’ most of my life, but that doesn’t mean I don’t know you.  Ten years is a long time to get to know somebody and I think we have gotten to know each other rather well and I know that you aren’t the type of person who would get your knickers in a twist over an immature wanker like Ace Marshall.”

“What kind of person am I, then?”

“You’re the type of person who’d punch a bloke like him in the bloody mouth.” Glory says with a smirk on her face.

Despite the tension that is mounting in this office, we finally see a smile on Angelica’s face as she nods her head in agreement with Glory Braddock.

“Yeah, you’re right about that, Ace’s antics don’t bother me a whole lot, and if they did I’d just assume to knock him on his ass.”

“Good, we’re finally being honest here.” Glory leans forward in her chair. “Now tell me, what the hell is your real problem with me entering this End of the Year Special?”

“Right to the point, eh Glory?”

“That’s always been my style, mate.”

“Fine, have it your way.” Angelica sighs. “But it goes back awhile…longer than just a few weeks or months ago…”

“I have all day.” Glory leans back in her chair.

“I still don’t think you get it.” Angelica shakes her head. “It goes back to 2008, Glory.  It goes back to when you made your professional debut in Global Division of Wrestling.  I was competing there at the time as well but my pro-debut, which occurred in 2003, was nowhere near the level of yours.  In your pro-debut you won a one night single elimination tournament to become a champion.”

“I also lost it that same night because the boss had it in for my family.” Glory answers back. “Not one of my finer moments.”

“Still, you made a huge instantaneous impact, a bigger impact than I had made.  And you rose to the top quicker than I did.  You had more successes in GDW in a quicker amount of time than I had.  So I spread my wings and figured I’d do something that surely you couldn’t and be successful in two places.  I went to Motor City Wrestling and in no time flat I found myself winning the world championship.  But what did you do?  You joined me over there and just like with GDW, you outdid me.  No you’re the general manager of MCW.  I never got to participate in that manner.”

“Angelica…” Glory tries to interrupt but Angelica doesn’t stop.

“I’m not done, because then there was Global Championship Wrestling.  Sure, I was never a GCW Original, but my sister was.  Kayla was part of the original GCW, the original crew who built it from the ground up.  While it wasn’t mine directly at least my family contributed.  But then you bought GCW and you made it your own.”

“I don’t own GCW any longer.”

“But you still resurrected it!” Angelica exclaims. “Everywhere you go you one-up me!  Everywhere you go you outdo me!  And…”

Angelica throws her head back and lets out an exasperated sigh.  She looks back at Glory and shakes her head.

“Supreme Championship Wrestling is my home now, Glory.  I’ve been here for several years and in that time I have won two tag team championships with Kayla.  Now you stand on the precipice of potentially outdoing me here as well by entering this rumble and winning it.  Don’t do that to me.  Let me at least have SCW.”

“Is that what’s bothering you, mate?” Glory chuckles as she gets up out of her chair. “Your ego is bothering you just wee bit there, cousin?”

“Don’t make fun of me, Glory!”

“Sorry about that, but still, don’t you think it’s a little silly?  You and I have both had tremendously successful careers.  There’s no point in trying to see who had the better career.  You focus on you and I’ll focus on me.  But Angelica, really, I can assure you that my entering this End of the Year Rumble has absolutely nothing to do with the cash money because I do not need it, I definitely don’t need the car, and no, I’m not even motivated by the SCW Adrenaline Championship.”

“So what are you motivated by?  What motivates you to enter this thing?”

“That doesn’t matter.” Glory shakes her head. “But rest assured that this End of the Year Special is the only time you will ever see me set foot inside of an SCW ring.”

“So what happens if you win the whole thing and become Adrenaline Champion?”

“I’ll just give it up, I guess.” Glory says with a grin on her face.  After she says this there is a pause as Angelica and Glory stare at one another.  Finally Angelica sighs and nods her head.

“You’re really going through with it aren’t you?”

“That’s right.”

“And I can’t talk you out of it, can I?”

“Nope.”

“And that is your final answer?  That is your decision?”

“I have made my decision, yes.”

“Fine, but you will regret making that decision.”

Angelica turns to walk away and Glory watches her, cocking her head to one side and calling out to her at the last minute as she gets to the door.

“Wait…was that a threat, Angelica?”

“That was no threat.” Angelica says as she stops at the door with one hand on the door knob. “It was a promise.”

Angelica opens the door and makes her exit, shutting the door behind her. Once Angelica is gone Glory sits back down in the chair and sighs, shaking her head.

“What did I get myself into?”

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On Camera

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I bet most of you are wondering who the bloody hell I am?  You’re probably listening to me and thinking to yourself ‘great, another Brit’.  But trust me, I am not just any ‘Brit’.  A handful of you on this roster may have heard of me but most of you have no clue who I am.  What I am is your worst nightmare.  What I am is the reason why each and every one of your chances to win this End of the Year Battle Royal just dropped to zero.  I am The British Bombshell, I am The Best in the World, I am a fourteen time World Heavyweight Champion and current holder of the GCW World Heavyweight Championship, here representing GCW as well as Motor City Wrestling, where I serve as General Manager.

I am Glory Braddock and I am the person who is going to win the End of the Year Rumble.

Only a handful of people knew in advance that I would throw my name into the hat, that I would set foot into the SCW ring for this great big brawl, and those that did know in advance all asked me the same question…

…why?  Why am I entering this match?  What’s my motivation?  And, quite frankly, that’s a bloody good question.  I mean, I have accomplished so much in my ten year career that there really is nothing left for me to accomplish.  Am I really taking time out of my busy schedule serving the people of MCW and GCW just to feed my ego and prove that I can win this rumble match in SCW?

No, I’m not here to feed my ego. 

It certainly isn’t because I want to show off my body for the enjoyment of Cassidy Carter and Ace Marshall.  Honestly, I don’t care what they think.  But if they need to see me in a tight leather sexy suit to qualify for this then by God I’ll do it.  I even have a cute mask to along with it.  Just call me Black Canary.

I don’t need the cash, I’m certainly living comfortably enough.  I don’t need a new car.  And as prestigious as the SCW Adrenaline Championship is, and as proud as I will be to say that I was a former SCW Adrenaline Champion, I’m definitely not doing this just to pad my record.

I’m not doing this for selfish reasons.  I’m not doing this for me, to see what I can gain out of this.  I’m doing this for selfless reasons.

For ten years wrestling has been good to me. For ten years wrestling has allowed me to live comfortably, to reconnect with my family, and to meet the love of my life.  For ten years wrestling has allowed me to travel the globe and see the greatest fans from all around the world.  I’m now in the process of giving back.

I’ve given back by bringing back a formerly dead company and giving it new life.  I’ve given back by giving my time and effort into being the best general manager for MCW that I can be.  SCW now presents me with this grand opportunity to give back in another way, because when I win, I’m not going to accept the prize money.

The prize money is going to be given to St. Jude Children’s Research Hospital.

I’m not going to accept the car either.  I will auction it off and the funds received from the auction will also be given to St. Jude Children’s Research Hospital.

While I’ll be proud to be a former SCW Adrenaline Champion, it’ll have to be just that…a former champion.  Because, quite honestly, I am too busy to be a full time member of the SCW family.  But the SCW Adrenaline Championship is prestigious and I will be honored to be able to add it to my trophy case, but I’m definitely not motivated by the desire to pad my record.

This is about giving.  And it is appropriate because we are in the Christmas season and, you know, everyone says that Christmas should be more about giving than receiving.  So I say it one more time; I’m taking a damn thing from my victory.  It all goes to charity.  Hell, I’d donate the title belt too if I thought my charity could get some cash out of it but I figure that bloke Mr. D wouldn’t like that idea.

I’m motivated not by my own selfish desires but for the need to fight for a cause greater than my own.  And that spells disaster for everyone else in this match because what you may not know about me is that I fight harder when I am fighting for a cause greater than me.  I have more endurance and have an ability to take more punishment when I know that I am fighting for a cause greater than me.

So anyone who decides to enter this fight, I’m warning you right here and now, The British Bombshell takes no damn prisoners.  So at this End of the Year Special you may as well just kiss your asses goodbye, because I leave with nothing less than total victory.

Taking on the World

Glory Braddock has long called herself The Best in the World and while there is a lot of pride, some would even say ego, that goes with a statement like that, Glory Braddock has time and again backed up that statement with actions.  Thirteen times she has been a world champion, proving her greatness inside of a wrestling ring.  Outside of the ring she brought GCW back from the brink, resurrecting it and making it the power house it is today, restoring its own greatness, proving her greatness behind the scenes as well.

No longer does she run Global Championship Wrestling.  Now she competes in that company she once owned as she strives for number fourteen, her fourteenth world championship, but before that she has to deal with her sister, Julia Braddock, at For Glory & Gold.

At Resurrection VI, Julia shocked the world and, in what is considered a major upset, defeated Glory via submission, forcing her to tap out.  Now Glory is in an unfamiliar position of having to prove herself once more to the wrestling world.  She has to prove that what happened at Resurrection VI was a fluke and that she still is The Best in the World and that she has not lost her touch.

To do that, she’ll challenge her sister in a sixty minute iron woman match.  After she dispatches of Julia, after she ends this rivalry, Glory fully intends to move on with her career and look to win another world championship.

But don’t think that her career as an executive has ended.  Glory’s career behind the scenes has only just begun as she has gained a new opportunity to prove her worth as an executive; she was hired to be the general manager of the newly resurrected Motor City Wrestling.

The British Bombshell finds herself in the Detroit offices of Motor City Wrestling.  She is sitting in her office, behind her desk, that is right by a large window that overlooks the Detroit skyline.  The beautiful blonde is wearing a black pencil skirt that flatters her curves, a matching black suit coat over a white silky blouse.  Her feet are encased in black peep-toe high heeled pumps.  Her long golden locks of hair hang to just below the shoulders.  Business is being done this very moment, as one can see from her talking on the phone…

“I don’t care about that, Malakai and Whitecloud and the rest of those goons are not going to ruin this place, a place I helped build.” A knocking is heard at the door and Glory sighs with frustration. Clearly she didn’t want any visitors right now. “Hold on a moment…”

She places the phone down momentarily “…come in!”

She puts the phone back to her ear “Ok I’m back.”  She watches as the door opens and her husband, Kurt Logan, walks in.  A broad grin forms across her face as she mouths the word “hi” to him.

“Just do whatever you have to, ok?  Go over those contracts with a fine tooth comb.  I want to know any and every advantage I have, got it?  Good.”

She hangs up the phone and then looks over at Kurt. “Funny seeing you here.”

“I thought I’d surprise you.” He motions to the phone. “Problems at work?”

“Yeah,” Glory says, nodding her head “you could say that.”

“Anything I can do to help?”

“No,” she shakes her head “unless you know a way to convince Malakai Laymon and Whitecloud to drop off the face of the earth.”

Kurt chuckles. He understands full well the problems that Glory is going through right now in MCW.  Malakai and Whitecloud have taken over MCW in a hostile takeover and that has left Glory to try her damndest to fight for the honor and memory of MCW and to fight to make sure honesty and justice prevails.  It’s a familiar situation for The British Bombshell. All throughout her career whether she was fighting the monstrous Dante or the arrogant Eric Sailes or whether she was defending GCW from the likes of the evil Matt Alan she has always found herself in the role of the defender, the hero.  So she’s used to this role, but it doesn’t make it any easier for her.

Kurt walks over to his wife and plants a kiss on her forehead.  He runs a hand through her long hair and smiles warmly down at her. “It’ll be ok, babe.  I know you’ll make it ok.”

“Thanks, Kurt, I needed that vote of confidence.”

“Still, I have to ask, why bother?”

“What do you mean?” Glory asks, furrowing her brow.

“What do you bother fighting these battles?  Why do you put yourself in harm’s way and why do it for MCW?”

“Well Kurt, MCW is a special place for me.  I held the MCW World Championship on three separate occasions and I was inducted into the MCW Hall of Fame in 2012.  My legacy is forever etched into that place.  But unlike Jacob Laymon, Kirsta Lewis, and others, there is another reason I fight.”

She sighs. “It’s simply the right thing to do.”

Kurt shrugs his shoulders. “I guess so…”

Glory stands up and kisses Kurt gently on his lips. “Kurt, do you remember what I was like when I ran Original Intent in GCW?”

“Yes, I do.” Kurt says, chuckling as he nods his head.

“I was just as bad as Malakai and Whitecloud, if not worse.  I tried to throw my weight around, I tried to rule GCW with an iron fist.  I tried to take over via force.  I used manipulation to force my will on a good friend, Sophie O’Brian, and now she’s a worse sociopath than ever before and I can’t help but think I’m at least partially to blame for that.”

Glory sighs. “This is my redemption, Kurt.  I need to prove to the world that the Glory Braddock who brought GCW back and made it a success is still here and that I can still be that great executive, that I can still be a great promoter.”

She nods her head. “I can make up for Original Intent.”

“And I know you still want to be the world champion in GCW…”

“Yeah,” Glory nods her head “I definitely want that.  And I’ll get back to that spot after I defeat Julia at For Glory & Gold.”

“I don’t doubt you will, babe.  Just be careful.” Kurt embraces Glory. “Don’t take on too much at once, don’t take on the entire world like you always want to.  You know?”

Glory chuckles lightly. “Yeah, I do have a tendency to take on the world don’t I?  But it goes with the territory when you are The Best in the World.”

“You want to be a great executive, you want to be a great wrestler, just make sure you pace yourself.  Don’t take on too much at once.”

“I understand.” She nods her head. “And I appreciate the concern, love, but I have things firmly under control.”

Evolution

FLASHBACK:

The day started out like any other day, sort of. Brittany Lohan made a beeline for Orlando Cruze office to cuss him out for reasons that only made sense to her. But when she walked into the room she saw Orlando and Glory engaged in an interesting discussion. The result of the discussion led to Brittany sharing the same office space as her known enemy Glory Braddock. And with reasons unknown to her at the moment, Orlando christened them a tag team. Glory wasn’t pleased by the announcement, the scowl on her face told the story. Shocked initially, it took Brittany a moment to register what the heck just happened. Lando walked out the office with a nasty smirk on his face.

Needing answers, Brittany slammed the door behind her. Crossing her arms, she said in a very demanding tone. “What the hell was that about, Glory?! Why are we team all of a sudden?”

Glory angrily runs her hands through her long amber colored hair and then points accusingly at Brittany.  “This is all your fault!”

Brittany rolls her eyes. “How is this MY fault?”

“You just HAD to walk in the office, didn’t you?”  Glory sighs and shakes her head. “Your timing is bloody terrible!”

Brittany chuckles a bit. “Never told you this but, you’re cute when you’re angry. If we’re going to be stuck together, keep it up.”

Glory rolls her eyes. “Gee, thanks, I bloody well needed to hear that.”

The British Bombshell sighs and smacks herself on the forehead. “I just need to learn to keep my trap shut…”

Brittany shrugs, “I won’t hold my breath on that one.” Brittany walks up to Glory. She crosses her arms. She knew she was invading Glory’s personal space. Considering the intense history between them and the level of annoyance she knew Glory had at her very presence, a normal person wouldn’t tempt face. Britt isn’t a normal person, some had called her a sociopath, a monster, and a nuance. She didn’t know the meaning of the phrase ‘personal boundaries’.

“Shit happens, so suck it up, buttercup. I wouldn’t have thought about teaming with you, even if my life depended on it but, when you calm the fuck down, I believe we will make the perfect team.”

“Yeah?  Well I think…” Glory suddenly stops as she realizes what Brittany just said “...wait, you think we’ll make the perfect team?”

Glory places her hands on her hips and smirks. “What are you smoking and why aren’t you sharing?”

“I should be asking you that, I’ve tasted you special brownies before. Bet you do more with them then mix in a couple E-Lax.” Brittany smirk only last a moment. “Do I like losing to you? No! Do I like walking around this place with the constant reminder no matter how hard I pummel your ass into the ground you somehow find a way to escape my wrath? Not the best feeling in the world, you know. But, if there is one thing I learned from our constant battles...”

Brittany places a hand on Glory’s shoulder. With a smirk she fills her in on the truth. “I don’t hate you as much as I let on. I give the impression I am this sadist who enjoys inflicting pain on other people. Largely that’s true. Why else would your cousin Angelica Jones chose to overlook all the things I did to her family, you especially, in order to bait her into a Seven Stages of Hell match? I love a good battle, Glory, you sense that. Our fights have made me appreciate you more and more, while the thought of losing to you still burns a hole in me, we are destined to stand side by side. Or kill each other, whichever comes first. I’m not ready to die yet so. I prefer to live. Anyway, there are few people in the world I feel more alive with, and you’re one of them.”

Glory gently removes Brittany’s hand from her shoulder.  She holds up one finger. “First of all, you sound just a little creepy right now…”

She holds up two fingers “...secondly, I don’t know about the whole destiny stuff…” Glory smirks knowingly “...but I meant every word I said in that office.  I meant every word that I said to Orlando Cruze.  I can tag team with anyone and win.  Some may call it arrogance, and maybe it is, but it’s also fact.  So can I team with you and make it work?  Damn right I can.”

“WE will make it work.” Brittany smirks. “We are enemies for a reason, Glory. This could have ended along time ago. I could have took my first loss to you and pretended you didn’t exist. There is a person behind that mask you wear. The fun loving prankster, Hollywood type the fans by into is not the Glory I have gone to war with. If I believed in people having souls, we would be it. Batman, Joker. Superman, Lex Luthor. Some pairings are destined.”

Brittany places her hand on Glory’s shoulder again. This time, she gives Glory the same sadistic look she has seen from her many times in the ring. That look that is a precursor to the evil intentions dancing around in her head. “I look forward to bringing out the monster inside you. And when that day comes, Glory. The business will regret the day Orlando Cruze thought pairing us together was a great idea. It is for me, I kinda sorta like you. The rest of the wrestling world won’t like us.”

Glory shakes her head. “You’re wrong, Brittany.  I am not a monster, there is nothing monstrous about me to bring out.  I’m just a competitor.  I try to win.  Simple as that.  But you are right about one thing…”

Braddock chuckles “...the wrestling world will not like us, because no one will be able to stop us.”   

Brittany smirks. “That’s my girl.”

“You bring the power, I bring the technical wrestling, the submissions, and the explosiveness, and we both bring the ruthlessness.  That’s not a monster, Brittany.  That’s just one hell of a tag team.  That’s a tag team that can and will be great.”

Brittany takes a steps back. “Is this the part where we exchange numbers?  Right, there is no need for that. I already know where you live. I’ll drop by. Word of advice, put some bars on your window, never know who will sneak in through the window at night.”

Glory rolls her eyes. “Yeah, don’t remind me about your little tricks.  But while we’re handing out advice, here is one from me.  Remember that we are a tag team but this is strictly on a professional basis.  We are not besties or any of that crap.  We will work together, we will win our matches...all of them...and go our separate ways when it is over.  It’s as simple as that.  Furthermore, I will not change you.  Just as you will not change me.  You cannot change me.  No one can change me.”

Brittany tilts her head to the side. “You really don’t like me, do you?”

“I don’t trust you.  Quite frankly, there are few people I trust.”

“Not like I hang out with an entourage of friends, either. Don’t trust me? Fine. I haven’t given you a reason to trust me. But that’s going to change. I want this to work. I believe we can leave a path of misery in our wake. More importantly than that, I’m bored of the whole enemy thing. I’ll win you over. When I want something there is no stopping me, for now I can accept we aren’t exactly the best of friends...”

Brittany walks towards the door. She places her hands on the knob. She looks back at Glory one last time. “But I will win you over. You don’t see it now because you’re clouded by emotions, we have the potential to be the best of friends. Good enemies make better friends. And I want this to work. That’s why you can trust me. So... I’ll see you in the morning. Tag strategy session. Wear something nice. Not the tom boy outfit. Dress like a lady. You’re pretty. Don’t hide it.”

Glory scoffs. “There’s no way in hell I’ll ever wear a dress and heels.  No one can make me, either, not even Jesus Bloody Christ himself.”

“Never say never. See you tomorrow.”

And with that Brittany walked out the room leaving Glory to think how the hell is she going to make tagging with Brittany Lohan work.

PRESENT DAY:

Glory Braddock Noel had no intentions of wrestling in the UWA.  Her sister, Julia, was there.  Julia was the Hybrid Champion and while ruining Julia’s moment would definitely have been fun, Glory knew it would have upset their “mother”, Aphrodite Noel.  The war between the Noel siblings has thus far been confined to GCW and Glory was intending to keep it that way.

And yet when Glory received a call from the office of David Helms offering her an opportunity to team with Brittany Lohan once more to face Vanilly Skyy and Danny Darko, together known as Dark Skyy, then she knew she had to make this one exception.

Brittany Lohan is worth it, as far as Glory is concerned.  Brittany is the third most important person in Glory’s life.  Kurt Logan, Glory’s husband, is number one in her life.  Aphrodite Noel, Glory’s “mother”, is number two.  Brittany Lohan, Glory’s best friend, is number three.  Despite the rocky way their relationship got started, they became fast friends, one of the best tag teams in pro-wrestling, and she would never turn down an opportunity to reunite Twisted & Sadistic.

Tag team wrestling is one of Glory’s many specialties.  And since she and Brittany haven’t been teaming in quite awhile, she knows that making sure that tag team chemistry is still there will be vital.  Thus Braddock-Noel has had her driver take her to Brittany.  The luxury vehicle is pulled up outside of Lohan’s apartment where Brittany stands outside.  Glory opens the door from the inside.

“Brittany!  There you are!”

Brittany, who isn’t known for smile a lot, does just that, genuinely smiles. “Guess so. Nice ride.”

“Thank you, it’s one of my older vehicles but it does the job.  A woman of my stature deserves a little luxury in her life, I think.”

“I wouldn’t know, unless I marry rich. Or win the lottery. So I’ll take your word for it.”

“I understand.  And the truth is, this isn’t really ‘mine’ technically.  Mother gave me this wealth.” Glory shuts her eyes and lets out a sigh of relief. “Ah, the blessings of being a Noel.  Isn’t that right, Bruce?”

Bruce, the driver, can be seen nodding his head. “Yes, Ms. Noel.”

“Take us to the gym my father bought in this area.  I want privacy for mine and my best friend’s workout session.”

Again Bruce nods his head. “Yes, Ms. Noel.”

With that, the car takes off.

“This makes me with Aphrodite was my cousin, not Abi. No.. I couldn’t imagine my life without that girl. Minus the multiple times she stuck a needle in my neck.” Britt sighs.

“Mother is such a wonderful person.  Beautiful, intelligent, and caring.  She helped me through some very trying times in my life, even when I wanted to be stubborn and refuse her help.  Despite my stubbornness, she still remained there steadfast with me to help me until I....how should I put it...came to my senses.”

“Never thought I’d see the day you’d ditch your tomboy roots. Remember telling me you’d never change? I wasn’t expecting you to become royalty, eh,  I’m not complaining. Hashtag more you, right?”

Glory chuckles. “That’s right, MORE ME!”

Braddock-Noel sighs. “You were right back then...you know?  What was it you said?  Never say never?  You were right.  There was a monster inside me and you brought her out.  But I evolved even further thanks to my Mother.”

Glory motions to her full form, clad in a lovely sparkly purple sun dress and heels. “I am the ultimate evolution of Glory Braddock.  Stronger, more intelligent, more ruthless, and far more beautiful than the ugly hag you first spoke with outside of Orlando Cruze’s office.”

Brittany, who is wearing a sleeveless shirt, flexes her right arm. “I’m not doing too shabby myself. About time I toned down.”

Glory winks.  “Stick with me, babe, and I will make a lady out of you.”

Brittany chuckles. “We’ll see about that.”

“Like you said, Britt; never say never.  I said no one could change me but my Mother brought out the BEST in me.  She made into who I am now.  I want to reward her by showing her what I can do with my ruthless aggression.  I want her to see what I have learned from her.  But my sister…”

Glory growls angrily. “...my sister, Julia, she wants to stop me.  She has even been poisoning Mother’s mind against me.  Now I get the feeling that Mother is disappointed in me, possibly even is disgusted my actions...and yet I have done everything for her!”

Braddock-Noel shakes her head. “It’s not my fault.  I blame Julia.”

Brittany has never been the best at reading emotions, she knows Glory well enough to deduce that Glory is bothered by the conflict in a family dynamic Brittany wasn’t quite sure she understand. There was the Blood Grove experiment she watched Dawn entertain for months. The relationship between Glory and Aphrodite wasn’t one of master and pawn, there is a real love there Brittany believes is real. Handling emotional issues has never been Britts strong suit. But she makes an effort to help Glory out with her issue, “The best I can do is ask Abigail to talk to your mother. Those two are like sisters. There is a chance Abigail can talk some sense into your mother. Worth a shot.”

Glory nods her head and then takes Brittany’s hands. “Thank you.  I would greatly appreciate it.  Any help I can get.  It will already be awkward enough being in UWA to compete, even if it is one night only.  UWA is Julia’s territory.  Not mine.”

“I know what you mean. Being under the same roof as Abigail will be a bit awkward too. We get along better these days. Don’t want her to feel I am coming in to overshadow her. And then there’s Rachel... “ Brittany sighs. “... we’re still cool. I don’t approve of her partnership with Silas. That man has made it clear he wants revenge on everyone who burned him. That list includes Regan and Sienna. Rachel was at Regan’s wedding. Don’t get why she would sell them out just so she can win a World Championship?”

Brittany balls up her fist. “Same stunt she pulled aligning with Rachel Foxx, Aiken and company. She knew those two people didn’t think so fondly of me. And would have gladly tried to wipe me off the face of the planet at any given moment. I still care for the cowgirl, despite her choice in allies. Can’t look at her the same way.”

Britt sighs, “Sorry, this is about your family issues, not what am I going to do if Silas lookw at me the wrong way. That man has hell to pay for driving a wedge between me and Marie. And ruining my sister's relationship with Katelyn.”

“Do not apologize.  Our problems are similar.  I want so badly for my sister Julia to see the light and to come home, but I am beginning to wonder if it is too late for her?”  Glory pats Brittany’s hands. “But I do promise you one thing, Brittany, I will always be there for you no matter what.  If the time comes and you need assistance against Silas, do not hesitate to call me.”

Britt nods, “Thanks. I don’t expect Silas to try anything, yet. If the day comes, I won’t hesitate to call you.”

“Right, because no one can stop us?  Isn’t that we both agreed on way back when?  No one can stop us.  And that list includes the newest Silas Girls as well as...Dark Skyy.”

“Everyone has tried. They all failed. Dark Skyy will be no different.” There is a glimmer in Brittany’s eyes, one of the sadistic persuasion. “So, lets burn Dark Skyy to the ground.”

Glory also gets a rather sadistic gleam in her eye. “Remember what we did to the Sinclair Twins?  I have a dream Brittany.  I have a dream that we take UWA’s hero.  The one UWA loves across the board.  I have a dream that we take Vanilla Skyy and we snap her neck like we did to the Sinclairs.  Wouldn’t that be lovely?”

“The image of another neck snapping makes me feel like a woman.” Brittany licks her lips. “God, I missed this. I think the ring is ideal outlet to unleash my darkness. A lot has changed. Trying to live a quasi normal life has it perks. A professional wrestling ring is a warzone. I won’t bring the nice smiling Brittany with me. This is competition. No one is safe. Time to remind the world what a beast I can be between the ropes.”  

“Hmmmm another idea,” Glory says while scratching her chin “Danny Dorko is retiring soon.  His last match is against Trinity Street.  Why don’t we make sure Dorko doesn’t make it to Trinity Street and in the process show Ms. Street how it’s done.”

“Normally, I’d be all for that. I do want to watch Trinity publicly execute Darko. That’s her personal vendetta. Not ours. No need getting greedy. Sending a message to the World Champion will do.”

Glory shakes her head. “Sending a message isn’t enough.  We END her.  People in UWA look to Vanilla as if she were a hero, a savior...I am pro-wrestling’s ONLY savior.  It’s time they learned that.  We END her.  We break her.  We leave her a withering mess.”

“I lost count how many times I’ve told you, you’re cute when you’re fired up.” Britt smirks, “You want her broken? Lets do it. What else are best friends for?”

“Glory grins knowingly. “I am gorgeous at ALL times, sweetie.  And at Outbreak, we shall save UWA from two fossils who should have retired long ago, and we will leave the roster, the UWA fans, and Drew Bryant and David Helms with no choice but to say….’thank you’...”

Glory shuts her eyes and smiles. “And I shall say, you’re welcome.”

The car finally stops in front of the gym. Britt breathes a sigh of relief. “Good. We’re here. Now I can burn off all this pent up energy. All this talk about breaking necks and forcing people into retirement has gotten me fired up... in more ways than one. Don’t know how much longer I could contain my excitement. Lets do this.... Working out I mean... not the other thing.”

Glory laughs lightly. “Oh Britt, you’re silly...did you think I forgot the times we DID the other thing? I haven’t.  If you want, I can have Bruce here leave the car while we engage in...well…” she winks “...whatever you wish.”

Britt looks in Bruce direction. “Get out!”

Bruce looks genuinely fearful. “Yes, ma’am!”

Bruce quickly unbuckles his seatbelt, opens the driver’s side door, and exits the car, slamming the door shut behind him.  Once Bruce is gone Glory slowly begins to strip down, starting with her heels.

“It’s a good thing this car has VERY tinted windows.”

Brittany nods, “True.”

And with that...

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On Camera

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We open in front of a Twisted & Sadistic logo backdrop.  The sound of clicking high heel shoes against concrete can be heard in the background.  Eventually the person wearing said heels steps into view from stage right.  It’s Glory Braddock Noel.  The British Bombshell is wearing a vibrant jewel toned sheath dress with a round neck, long sheer sleeves, sheer front yoke, fitted silhouette, allover lace, and a hemline that stops just above the knee.  The dress brings a bold elegance to the already lovely Glory Braddock Noel.  Her feet are encased in black strappy high heeled sandals.

“I have always said that I am The Best in the World.  I have said it because I know it to be true and I have proven it thirteen times over. I have made some of the best professional wrestlers on this planet tap out whereas I myself have only tapped out one time in my entire career.  My win-loss record is sparkling.  I am damn near perfect, ladies and gentlemen.  Anything my stupid cousin tells you a lie.  She claims to be a dragon and a golden goddess.  A dragon perhaps but there is only one goddess when it comes to pro-wrestling and that’s me!”

Glory smirks knowingly.  “Lately I have taken to calling myself Professional Wrestling’s Savior and Queen.  And just look at my track record there; I saved the Millennium Wrestling Alliance from corruption.  I saved Global Championship Wrestling from pro-wrestling abyss and obscurity when I bought it and resurrected it.  I saved the MCW World Championship by slapping Eric Sailes around like the whiny bitch he is.

Braddock Noel winks at the camera. “You’re welcome for that, by the way…”

“Now whether you want to regard me as a queen is irrelevant to me.  But you cannot deny the fact that I am professional wrestling’s savior.  Each and every time I have been called upon to be the hero, to be the savior,  to rescue someone or to rescue an entire company, I have always stepped up to the plate to get the job done. And I have always been ready to step up to the plate once again to save professional wrestling if it ever needed to be saved.”

She chuckles lightly. “But needless to say, I wasn’t expecting to get a phone call from the office of David Helms. I was even more taken aback when I was told that UWA wanted me to team with Brittany Lohan.”

“You remember Brittany Lohan, right?” Glory pauses as if waiting on a response which never comes. “Big, powerful, beast of a woman?  She’s changed a great deal. But she’s still powerful and she’s still just as sadistic as ever.  I guess that makes me the twisted one of Twisted & Sadistic?”

Glory shrugs her shoulders. “I don’t know, but the point is that me and Brittany together make up the formidable force known as Twisted & Sadistic.  We have been the most powerful force in pro-wrestling, winning tag team gold in every company we have ever been in together.  In Motor City Wrestling we won and held every championship in the company simultaneously.  We broke the necks of any tag team that was dumb enough to cross us.  To put it bluntly, we were unstoppable.  That was inside the ring.  Outside of the ring, Brittany Lohan is and always will be my best friend.  I would do anything for Brittany and she would do anything for me.  Needless to say, I was thrilled at the prospect of teaming with Brittany Lohan once more.  I was thrilled that Twisted & Sadistic would ride again.”

“But that was just the first piece of the news, I would’ve said yes regardless of who the opposition was.  Me and Brittany are equally opportunity destroyers.  It doesn’t matter who you are, we will hurt you, plain and simple.  Still, I was curious to know who the geniuses in UWA had in mind as our opposition.  And much to my delight it was Dark Skyy.”

Glory shakes her head. “Danny Dorko and the UWA World Champion herself Vanilla Skyy.  I was actually quite happy about this.  I’ll get to why I was happy about it in a moment, but first let me ask all of you watching, do you know what Skyy and Dorko have in common?”

Again she waits, as if waiting on a response.  “Well it isn’t just the simple fact that they once fucked each other, although that’s part of it.  What Danny and Vanilla have in common is the fact that they are old, washed up, hacks who do not know when to quit.  They are veterans of this sport who should have retired a long damn time ago but are too damn selfish to do so, they continue to hog all of the spotlight for themselves.  They refuse to leave.  They force themselves and their insufferable presence upon each and every one of us as if we want to continue seeing them.”

She shakes her head. “Newsflash Dork Skyy, NO ONE WANTS TO SEE YOU ANYMORE!  We are all waiting for the day you either retire for good, forced into retirement due to an in ring injury, or you die, whichever one comes first because we are all sick and tired of seeing you.  All you two do is hog the spotlight, keeping it to yourselves and keeping it away from young up and coming superstars.”

“Danny, you really have zero business inside of a wrestling ring.  How long ago was it that Trinity Street butchered you and damn near ended your life, let alone your career?  Vanilla Skyy had to save your ass then.  And now you’re ready to step into the ring with Trinity again at Sectioned?  And that’s assuming you make it to Sectioned.  You’ve been performing worse and worse each time you step into a wrestling ring.  Who knows when you just may suffer a career ending injury that will put you out of action for good?”

“I wanted Twisted & Sadistic to be responsible for ending you but, my bestie wants to see Trinity finish you off, so I’ll try to refrain from breaking you.”  She winks at the camera. “You’re welcome.”

“But you Vanilla, you’re possibly worse than Darko because you do still have ability to get the job done.  The fact that you won the title back is proof of that.  But do you need that world title?  You said it yourself on twitter after losing the title at Olympus, you’ve had a long, fruitful career.  You’ve done everything there is to do in pro-wrestling.  Thus I ask, why are you still here?  Why don’t you just quit?”

“The answer is because you’re selfish.  You do not want to give other people an opportunity.  Willow Wilkes came oh so close to winning the title at Olympus.  I agree with her, SHE should have gotten the first title shot.  But you skipped ahead of her in the line.  Why?  Because you’re Vanilla Skyy?  You’re greedy and held her back.”

“Willow isn’t the only one you’ve held back by your mere presence in this company.  Victoria Salinas, Myra Lynwoood, Rachel Tatum Lee, Alana Starr, and the list goes on and on.”

She points a finger at the camera. “You have held them all back because you won’t quit.  And while they may not say it publicly, I can hear them and their quiet cries...their cries for help…’please save us!  Save us from Vanilla Skyy!’...”

Braddock-Noel shuts her eyes and throws her head back. “I hear you...and I will come to save you from Vanilla Skyy.  I am professional wrestling’s savior and I will save UWA from the poison that is Vanilla Skyy and Danny Darko, the two old veterans who do not know when to quit.  And after Twisted & Sadistic have ended Dark Skyy, after we have finished them off once and for all, I will utter those words…”

She smirks “...you’re welcome.”

As Glory wraps up, another pair of footsteps can be heard off screen, these belong to the boots of Brittany Lohan who appears on screen. She stands behind her long time best friend. Crossing her arms, she waste no time sounding off.  

“Danny; I’m going to call this retirement tour for what it is... vanity. This is a vanity tour to sooth your ego as you walk, gingerly I might, add out the door. When I thought I was done with professional wrestling a year ago, I didn’t beg SCW to make a big deal out of my retirement from full time competition. I didn’t ask for fanfare. I didn’t create a poll on Twitter asking what I should do after I hang up my boots. I went about my business as quietly as possible. I returned to SCW, took care of a pest that was haunting me for months, aligned myself with a good friend of mine to fight a battle against Blood Grove and Silas World. And when my part of the war was over, I left. End of discussion. No fanfare. No vanity tour. No announcement months in advance I was going to take my leave. I came. I fought. I left. Why? Because I don’t NEED the admiration.”

Brittany points to the camera. “You do. And that’s why I feel nauseous.”

“But there is a deeper reason why I can’t stand the sight of Danny. 2014. When you were having your little war with Blake Mason. You were scheduled to face him at Upping the Ante 2014. For illegitimate reasons you backed out the fight. Claimed you suffered medical issues that prevented you from stepping foot in the ring again, surprise surprise, two months later you decided to return? Weren’t you told NOT to wrestle anymore? Weren’t you on your deathbed or something? Anyways, you ran from a fight, Danny. Guess who took your place in that match? ME! I had fun, don’t get me wrong, smacking Blake around never gets boring, the point is Darko, I fought your goddamn battle, one you ran away from because it was more important for you to steal someone's championship. And what made it worse? All Vanilla needed to do was ask you to give back the Pure title. You caved. So I beat Blake’s ass for nothing?

Brittany scoffs, “That doesn’t fly by me, Darko. I was used. Part of the reason I’m wrestling again, I came to terms I was used in the latter part of my career. People took advantage of the fact that I would do anything to beat my opponents into the ground, mainly because beating people up excites me. The thrill of the fight. Eye of the tiger, the Rocky stuff that’s a stuff of legends. Why should I go out like that? Why should the final image of my career be that of a mercenary for hire? No more taking advantage of my sunny nature, I am competing for me. Because I want to. So I can benefit from my unique set of skills. I don’t compete full time anymore, whenever I do, it will be under my terms. Teaming with Glory is a no brainer. She’s my best friend, one of the few people I trust, getting the call from the UWA offices was welcome knowing I get a chance to beat your ass for doing you a favor back in 2014, I couldn’t resist.”

“Just so we’re on the same page. I don’t respect you. Your abilities? Sure. You as a man, as a alleged fighter? I don’t. As much as it would please me to be the one to end you on the 15th... I do owe Trinity a favor for setting me free from Silas. Trinity, if you’re watching, my debt is paid off. Consider us even. Darko is yours... assuming he makes it past Scott.”

Britt yawns at the mentioning of Scott Cannon’s name. Composing herself, she continues on, “Last but not least is you, Vanilla Skky. Bitch from the Barrow. Current UWA World Champion.Know I’m stating the obvious...  Glory isn’t a huge fan of yours.”

Brittany smirks. “I won’t pretend to have an overwhelming hatred for you, Vanilla. I’ll leave most the Savior stuff to my best friend. But she does have a point. I couldn’t help but laugh at the Vanilla Skky Gleet Club on Twitter the other day. Your dear sister Mary made a comment and I quote, “I laugh at the pouring support of this Jones girl. It's like the love and attention an old dog gets before its euthanized.” Last time I checked, the outpouring of Vanilla Skky love started the night before. Everyone essentially rolled out the red carpet, sure, the Pro Vanilla, Pro Marie tweets evened out after awhile. But when people like Kennedy and Alana are munching on your carpet, it became a  Saturday Night Live skit. Did all the carpet munching feel good? If I didn’t know better, you are the Queen of Wrestling, anyone who thinks otherwise is dead wrong.”

Brittany shrugs, “I understand. You don’t ask for these sycophants to wet there tongue every time you step in the ring. Maybe you earned that respect being a World Champion on the Uprising brand turned Uprising Wrestling Alliance company, can we take a step back? Of course you were going to dominant Uprising. Split the roster in half, take that same roster and make an entire company out of it. Beating up Gavin Taylor, Chris Davids and Alana Starr more than once? Can’t forget Tina. Is it any real shock you were World Champion for ten months? I’m a realist, Vee. You’re good. Won’t take that away. Circumstances worked in your favor, Ms. Skyy. We both know that to be true.”

Brittany pauses a moment as Glory applauds the point her friend made.

“I don’t hate you, Vanilla. We both know I don’t need to hate a person to enjoy the fight. I have all the confidence in the world I will enjoy this one. Circumstances of your ‘legendary’ reign aside, you are a fighter, Vee. Anyone else would have mentally broken down after your own tag partner decided it was a brilliant idea to concede to Ms. R and Mordecai taking her to parts unknown. You came back. Became professional wrestling's savior, became World Champion, credit where credit is due, I guess. I have no choice but to respect your resilience. Your will the win. And then there is the Mallory darkside, I’ve always appreciated it. No chance in hell I am going to shy away from it. This is what I live for Vanilla. These are the fights I miss so much. The more you bring it, the more its going to fire up my competitive engines. And I will do what I need to to disappoint all of your congregation? Why? Simple. Its what I live for.”

“You could be a broom, or a mop; or any other inanimate object. The objective is still the same, Vanilla. Ensure the person standing across the ring from you is in no condition to answer a three count, maim them to the point where there body gives up on them, it doesn’t matter how bad you want something, the human body can only absorb  so much punishment until it tells you to stand down. Twisted and Sadistic will make the UWA World Heavyweight Champion and her ex husband stand the fuck down. That’s what we do, damn it!

Every tag team who stood up to us, in every company we have taken part of, has been put down.

I love Marie like a daughter BUT GingerNation can not stand up to us.

Dark Fantasy can’t stand up to us.

No tag team currently in what used to be known as the TRIAD can stand up to us. I sincerely doubt the team of Dark Skyy can outlast us in the ring.

Darko is content to team with you one more time. Fine. We’ll make his wet dream possible. Just know Vee. Nothing personal. Me and Glory have a reputation as a tag team to reinforce one, more, time. So, as I am accustomed to saying... ITS CLOB-..”

As Brittany is prepared to finish off the catchphrase she uses, Glory taps her on the arm. Brittany leans in. Glory whispers something in her ear. Britt nods. With a smile she closes the promo saying.

“Scratch that. Welcome to Hell on Earth.”

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