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Off Camera
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“Never confuse a single defeat with final
defeat.”
--- F. Scott
Fitzgerald
I made my
SCW debut at Taking Hold of the Flame.
Winning the actual rumble match itself is a near impossibility. Everyone
is at a statistical disadvantage.
Needless to say, someone making their debut in Supreme Championship
Wrestling by entering this match would be at the supreme of disadvantages
(pardon the pun) being that this was their first match.
Yet that is
exactly the situation I put myself in. I
debuted at Taking Hold of the Flame in the rumble match itself and I would like
to think I did well, all things considered.
Most may look at my performance as a failure. I did not, after all, win the rumble. I am not going to the main event of Rise To
Greatness.
Those who
call my performance a failing effort are, simply put, short sighted individuals. They only can see the short term while I
always think long term. My primary goal
in entering the Taking Hold of the Flame battle royal was not victory. Granted, winning would have been
excellent. Winning definitely would have
sped up my plans. But winning was not
essential to my plans.
All I needed
to do was make an impact; I just needed to make sure the peons of Supreme
Championship Wrestling will forever remember my name. And I’m fairly certain that no one will
forget the name Sophie O’Brian, not after I attempted to burn them all to hell
with my Scorched Earth Policy.
Now that
they know who I am, they will not be able to ignore my words. They will have to pay attention when I call
them out for their hypocrisy, when I tear down the veil and reveal to the world
who they really are.
Monsters. Dark, evil monsters, just like I am.
Breakdown I
have my first singles match in SCW, this will be against someone I am
relatively familiar with; Tina Valentine.
I have to wonder if SCW just bloody loves me because this is truly a
gift. Tina Valentine is a poor, broken
soul looking to redeem herself and start all over.
And I
absolutely love proving to corrupt society just how painfully false thoughts
like those are. I will definitely enjoy
playing with Tina Valentine on Breakdown, though I doubt Tina Valentine will
enjoy my idea of fun and games.
If anyone
fits the description of a monster, it’s that loud mouth, and I look forward to
painting that picture; though that comes later.
First, I need to get ready to travel back to Belfast. I’m not scheduled to appear at the next
Breakdown, so I won’t plan to appear. I
can use the time to plan my tactics and strategy for Tina Valentine.
The room is
uncomfortably large. It reminds me of the hotel foyer, not just in the space
but in the artwork too. The floor is a
posh, comfortable off-white carpeting, the walls white and the furniture I'm
sure is from a high-end Scandinavian designer, but the name escapes me for the
moment. There is room in here for dozens of children, though I doubt even one
would be welcome. It is a perfect place, but cold in its tranquility. This room is definitely not my favorite
place, but at least I will be leaving soon; leaving for Belfast, my home.
I’m sitting
on the edge of the bed, wearing a teal sleeveless top and a knee length black
skirt. I finish putting on one of my
peep-toe black high heeled pumps when a knocking is heard at my hotel room
door. I wasn’t expecting anyone and, to
be perfectly frank, I don’t want any visitors right now anyway. Bloody nuisances.
I choose to
ignore them, hoping they’ll go away. I
stick my foot into the other peep-toe black high-heeled shoe. Then the knocking is heard again. I roll my eyes in disgust. Clearly this fool isn’t taking “no” for an
answer.
“Go away!” I shout with frustration in
my voice. “I’m busy!”
“We need to talk, Sophie!”
Ok, this is
strange. It’s my brother, Mark. He is definitely not the sharpest knife in
the drawer but he does care, that much I can say for him. Though, if you ask me, that is not a good
quality to have. He cares so much for me
that he does virtually anything I ask of him.
At times he becomes a welcome mat for anyone to walk on…
…especially
me.
Rarely does
he speak up against my plans. Rarely
does he voice his approval of what I’m doing.
But here and now he sounds slightly frustrated for some reason. Oh well, time to face the brute. I get up and walk over to the door. I open it and Mark immediately storms right
on past me, into the room.
“Well, do come in.” I remark with
sarcasm dripping from my voice as I shut the door.
“Can the sarcasm, Sophie.” He says
sharply. “We need to talk.”
“Yes, you mentioned that, but what about,
dear brother? What is troubling you so
much that you felt the need to come here and interrupt me?”
“Glenn.”
Ah, Glenn
Braddock. He is the man who trained Mark
and I to be professional wrestlers. To
this day he runs a wrestling school, with the help of his oldest daughter Glory
Braddock. I always have and always will
respect the Braddock legacy, as it saved my life, but it has been my opinion
that Glenn and Glory have gone soft. It
is my opinion that they lost sight of the true Braddock message.
I intend to
right that wrong.
“Ok, what about the illustrious Glenn
Braddock?”
“Don’t play dumb, Sophie,” Mark says
pointing an accusatory finger at me “I know what ya did!
“I don’t have the faintest idea what you’re
talking about.”
“You assaulted him!”
“Assault, Mark? Really?” I sigh and roll my eyes. “I hardly think kicking the poor devil below
the beltline qualifies as an assault.”
I smirk
knowingly. “If I assaulted him, dear
brother, he would not be walking the earth right now.”
“I don’t know how you can act like that
towards him.” Mark says, shaking his head in disbelief. “The man saved our lives.”
“I know that, Mark, and that is why I have
to do what I am doing.” I approach my brother and place a hand on his
shoulder. “I understand that you do not
exactly have a talent for thinking long term the way I do, but try to
understand this simple fact; the Glenn Braddock who saved us, he has gone soft
and he has forgotten the true meaning of
the Braddock legacy. Would you agree
with that?”
“Yeah…” Mark responds, nodding his head.
“Right, and all I’m trying to do is restore
that legacy. He may not know it now, but
I am helping Glenn. He will thank me
later.”
“I doubt that,” Mark reacts “not after the way you attacked him.”
“True, but a message had to be sent. Sacrifices sometimes must be made and I am willing
to make my sacrifices in order to achieve my goals.”
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On Camera
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Humanity is
corrupt. Humanity is darkened by the
stain of what the religious community might call “evil”…now I won’t go into a
debate over the existence of evil, but it is obvious to me that someone like
yours truly would be thought of as evil, though I prefer to think of myself as
a sociopath. Furthermore, it is my
opinion that everyone possesses the darkened stain of evil or sociopathic
tendency. Some embrace who they are, others
hide behind a mask of goodness and human decency.
The notion
of human decency is a lie. I’m here to
prove that. I begin with a case study
known as Tina Valentine.
Should I
call you Tina Valentine or Valentina Madison?
Or would you prefer “Slay Tina” or Hood Rat?
I remember
the days of Slay Revolution. Many others
remember them too, don’t think that just because you’re getting off to a new
start in SCW that your past will be forgotten; what you did to other people,
the tactics you utilized, the chicanery, and dare I say it, you were very much
the same kind of sociopath I was.
Oh but we’re
supposed to believe that you have changed?
See, Tina,
my true victory won’t come in the form of a one, two, three or in tapping you
out, which may very well happen. My true
victory comes with exposing you as the fraud that you are, exposing you to the
SCW universe as a sociopath.
You are just
the first of many, Tina; many who will be exposed, many who will be unveiled. Because I am a monster, I admit it…
…but so are
you and everyone else in this company.
