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October 27th, 2019
St. Louis, MO
Off Camera
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The place is St.
Louis and the date is October 27th, 2019; the date of SCW Under Attack. Specifically
this is the fancy hotel suite where none other than Clyde Sutter is staying for
the duration of his stay in St. Louis for this pay per view cycle. Based
on the scowl etched across his face as he glares angrily at the television set,
however, one can easily tell that he does not want to be here. This would come as a surprise to most; Sutter
is living the dream of professional wrestlers. He is competing for a
major organization, traveling the world, and thanks to his wealthy agent Mason
Van Stanton, he gets to stay in the finest of the luxury suites in whatever
city he happens to be staying.
Yet none of the fancy
surroundings or wealth and comfort that Van Stanton throws at his client will
make Sutter happy. The Assassin is pleased only when he is inflicting
pain and punishment to another human being and tonight while the action is
taking place inside of a brutal steel structure known as the chamber, Sutter
finds himself sitting here in his fine luxury suite.
Sutter is not
happy. Not happy at all.
He isn’t able to
access the Under Attack pay per view and is currently watching news from his
television. His frustration builds up to a boiling point and he shuts the
television off with the remote and then throws the remote against a wall.
“Fuck!” Sutter stands up and approaches that
same wall where he punches it as hard as he can. “I should be out there! I
should be competing! Not sitting here on my happy ass relaxing! I should be out there fighting someone,
hurting someone, beating someone up! But I’m wasting my damn time here!”
Sutter lets out a
primal roar which no doubt can be heard throughout the rest of the hotel; or at
least those on his floor. Try asking The Assassin if he cares, because he
doesn’t. His anger and deep frustration
with a lack of opportunity is the only thing on his mind right now. He
tamtruming rage is broken only when he hears a loud knocking at the door to his
hotel suite. Who the hell is bothering
him right now? He sure as hell didn’t
order room service. Then again, this could be a rare opportunity to
exercise some of these frustrations. He
could beat the hell out of whoever this is at the door bothering him. So what if he gets arrested for
assault? Let Mason bail him out.
That’s what his job is, right?
The Assassin, with
evil intentions and gleam in his eye, slowly approaches the door. The
knocking is heard again and he scowls. “Coming! Be fucking patient,
will you?!”
Sutter approaches the
door and opens it. He is immediately disarmed and disappointed upon
seeing who it is that has come calling to his front door on this night.
Standing there is none other than his agent, Mason Van Stanton. In this foul mood The Assassin is in he might
have considered beating up Mason were it not for the woman standing by Mason’s
side; Mason’s wife, Destiny Van Stanton. Even Clyde Sutter knows better
than to strike now just for a cheap thrill.
So he relaxes a little.
“What the hell are
you doing here?”
He growls angrily at Mason, making it abundantly clear that he is not
pleased. Mason just looks on with a smug grin on his face, seemingly
oblivious to the danger he was in.
“Am I not allowed to
come visit my client?” The
crooked agent asks innocently.
“If you were actually
doing your damn job then maybe you could visit me. As it is you’re just
wasting your time, just like being here right now is a waste of my damn time.”
“How is this a waste
of your time?”
Mason asks.
“I signed up because
I wanted to hurt people. I wanted to fight. It’s what I’m good at. Shit, it’s one of the only things I’m good
at, Mason.” The
Assassin points a finger at Mason. “But you’re keeping me stuck here!
Doing nothing!”
“I see you’re
frustrated with your current lack of booking.” Mason states.
“You think?!” The sarcasm in Sutter’s voice is
notable. Mason sighs and shrugs his shoulders.
“Well, we can talk
about it if you let us in.”
The Assassin would
rather be fighting than talking but seeing as he doesn’t have much options
right now he does indeed step aside and allow his agent Mason to lead Destiny
inside the hotel suite. Mason and Destiny take the comfortable leather
sofa while Sutter takes the love seat.
“I want to be
fighting, Mason. I don’t want to be cooped up here all the fucking time!”
“I understand and I
have spoken with Sasha D about this and I have expressed my displeasure with
how you’ve been handled. Being left off of the Apocalypse card was
understandable for you were still fairly new and I was able to overlook that,
but now you are well established, you should have had at least some spot on
Under Attack even if it were an early match.”
“The match placement
don’t mean a damn thing to me.” Sutter
growls. “I just want to punch someone in the mouth.”
“I know you do,” Mason grins nastily “and trust me
when I say that I am doing my best to give you these opportunities. I
fear that maybe the horrible reputation and rumors spread about you thanks to
Glory Braddock may be influencing Sasha D.”
“You blame everything
on Braddock.”
Sutter points out. Mason nods his head.
“I can’t help if it’s
true.”
“I just want to know
how much of this is YOUR fault.”
Sutter states as he points a finger at Mason.
“Hey now, I’m doing
the best I can. I do believe those nasty rumors about you have something
to do with this but to be fair you haven’t helped your own cause, Mr. Sutter.”
“And what the hell is
that supposed to mean?!”
Sutter shoots up, staring down his agent. Mason doesn’t flinch. He stares up at the towering monster before
him.
“”Calm down and
please sit.”
Mason asks. A few moments later Sutter reluctantly does so. “Good.
Now then, I understand that you enjoy hurting people. But you have to
start racking up a few wins, my friend. And you have only had one win
since your debut. I even managed to get
you a SCW Television Championship match but you let Peyton beat you. If
you start to win and you get the attention of the right people then eventually
Sasha will have no choice but to put you in higher profile matches.”
“I hear you…” Sutter’s voice trails off. Mason
cares only about the money and the glory that comes with the victories.
He is doing this to rub it in the face of Glory Braddock that he made someone
she rejected famous. Sutter knows this but doesn’t care. While victory is great, it is more like icing
on the cake for The Assassin. The knowledge and pleasure of hurting
another man empowers him. That’s what
this is about for The Assassin.
“How are things with
Rebecca?” Destiny asks,
changing the subject rather suddenly. Sutter smirks. He figures Mason put her up to asking about
Rebecca, Clyde’s old girlfriend he picked up at a bar in Raleigh, North
Carolina. Well, she wasn’t his girlfriend. It was more of a one night stand. He got what he wanted from her and dropped
her like a bad habit.
“She’s no longer a
problem.” Sutter answers.
“What do you mean?” Destiny asks curiously. The
Assassin winks.
“Do you really want
to know? Ignorance is bliss, remember that.”
Destiny is clearly
troubled as she turns and looks at Mason. The crooked agent just puts a
finger to his wife’s lips to silence her. He turns his attention back to
Sutter.
“Now then, I can tell
you that your next opponent will be Max Kane on the November 8th edition of
Breakdown.”
“That’s a Friday…” Sutter sounds confused, for Breakdown
has always been on Wednesday. Mason nods his head in confirmation.
“I know, not a big
deal though right? Same Breakdown, different day, and same goal.”
“Beat up the punk kid
Max Kane.” Sutter says with an
evil grin. Mason sighs out of frustration.
“Yes, and…?”
“Fine. I’ll pin
the little shit too. Good enough for you?” He asks. Mason nods his head.
“Perfect. Now
there is one final piece of business we need to go over.”
“Yeah, well make it
quick.” Sutter wants this
meeting to end quickly. He has a short fuse when it comes to Mason Van
Stanton and that fuse is already about to end.
“When we get back to
Raleigh I want to take you to a dinner party where you can meet some of my
fellow promotor friends and other business associates. Hopefully these
inside sources can get you hooked up with some marketing deals.”
“The hell are you
talking about?!”
Sutter exclaims.
“I’m talking about
talk shows, I’m talking about magazine covers!”
Sutter leans forward,
glaring angrily at his agent. “I told you once, I’m not like those fake
Beauty Factory bums!”
“I know,” Mason nods his head “I know you just
want to fight. I get that. But
look at where you are now. You are just sitting here, not booked, all
because Sasha doesn’t take you seriously. If we get you promoted
properly, if we make you into a household name thanks to some promotional deals,
she may have no choice but to take you seriously.”
“I hate parties…” Sutter growls angrily.
“Maybe so, but my
husband is right.” Destiny
chimes in. “If you want to get in on the inside track, you need
exposure. This could help you.”
The Assassin shoots
Destiny a dirty look. He doesn’t appreciate her involvement and doesn’t
like the fact that Mason brought her here. But he cannot deny that she
brings up a good point. And maybe she
and Mason are onto something...
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November 2nd, 2019
Raleigh, NC
Off Camera
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The Assassin is
miserable as he stands by himself in a far corner of a large gym owned by Mason
Van Stanton. This gym has been safely converted to a party area to serve
the purposes this evening. Party goers that
include wealthy businessmen and other promoters and their family are gathered
here today, all invited by Mason. The purpose is a charitable one with
the proceeds going to cancer research.
As charitable as this may be, Clyde can see through the thin veil that
masks fraud and hypocrisy.
Each and every man
and woman who he sees out there with their fancy suits and fancy dresses with
their expensive champagne and wine, all of them are fake. All of them act
like they care but deep down inside they do not. The people they claim to care about Clyde
knows that in reality they would rather keep those people as far away from them
as possible. This is just to make it appear as if they care and maybe
even help clear their own guilty conscience.
If they even have a conscience.
What really upsets
Sutter is that not only does he have to show up to this fancy party but he has
to show up looking like them. The way he is dressed in his finest of fine
tuxedos, provided by Mason Van Stanton of course, Sutter seems to fit in
perfectly with these people whom he views as nothing but frauds and hypocrites
“What are you doing?”
The familiar of his
agent, Mason, rings in his ear. Sutter turns and spots Mason standing
there, glaring at him impatiently. “You are embarrassing me.”
“I’m embarrassing
you?” Sutter chuckles. “Funny,
real funny considering I didn’t even want to come to this crap anyway.”
“I thought we had
discussed this already. This is for your own good.” Mason explains. Sutter does not
believe him and shakes his head.
“I’m not sure whose
good you are really working for, Mason; mine or yours.”
“What’s good for me
is good for you. This is a mutually beneficial relationship.”
“And how exactly is
it that me being here is beneficial?”
Mason sighs out of
frustration. He motions to the crowd out on the floor. “These are all
rich and wealthy men and women, all of whom have tons of connections in all
sorts of markets. This is going to help you not only with building up
your name recognition but also with your reputation, a reputation that was
tarnished thanks to your experience at the Braddock Wrestling School.
People already think you are a bully who just wants to hurt people.”
“So?!”
“So we want to fix
that. Appearing at these charitable events will help your reputation in a
big way.”
“Do you think I
care? I mean, sure, this is supposed to go to cancer research, but look
into my eyes...do I look like the kinda guy who cares about cancer research?!” Sutter exclaims angrily. Mason
quickly hushes him.
“Clyde! That’s
the kind of talk that hurts your reputation!”
“My reputation?” He scoffs. “Do you think those
people out there actually care about cancer research or do they really care
about making themselves feel good or look good? They are no different
from me. They’re just better at
pretending.”
“Then maybe you
should start pretending because if you don’t improve that reputation of yours
then you won’t get any future opportunities in SCW. Do you understand?”
Sutter takes this as
a threat. Normally he would retaliate physically but he knows
better. He simply nods his head. “Yeah, I get ya…”
“Good, now please go
mingle.”
Mason Van Stanton
walks off. Sutter is not happy about this but he reluctantly approaches a
crowd of people near the center of the room. He doesn’t want to talk to
any of them. He doesn’t want to be near
any of them. He’d rather punch them in
the face than meet and greet with them. It is truly difficult to find any
pleasure out of this experience.
It is at that point
that a figure catches his eye. She has long blonde hair and is wearing a
gorgeous gold sequined dress. To say that she is smoking hot and sexy
would be an understatement. An idea
enters the mind of Clyde Sutter; if he has to be here, then he may as well try
to enjoy himself.
The Assassin
approaches the young blonde female. “Hello, my name is Clyde Sutter.”
“Oh, hi Mr. Sutter…” She says, her voice trailing off “...my
name is Anna Davis.”
“Oh don’t be like the
rest of these stiffs.”
Sutter remarks with a chuckle. “Call my Clyde.”
“Stiffs, huh?” Anna cannot help but giggle. Sutter
frowns.
“What’s so
funny? They are stiffs! I mean,
look at them!”
“Oh I agree with
you!” Anna says with a
giggle. “I have been thinking the same thing for a long time now Mr.
Sutter....I mean Clyde...I just never expected to meet someone who agreed with
me.”
“There’s a lot about
me you don’t know, Anna.” He
winks. “Maybe you should get to know me a little better.”
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Later That Night
Raleigh, NC
Off Camera
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It didn’t take long
for Clyde and Anna to discover that they had at least one thing in common;
neither of them wanted to hang around with these rich wealthy “stiffs”, at
least that’s the way Clyde Sutter described it. The Assassin went only to
appease his whiny agent Mason Van Stanton but he never expected to get any sort
of pleasure out of this. Then Anna Davis
came along, and never did he anticipate that she would actually come back with
him to his luxury apartment. And yet he finds himself no longer at that stuffy
old gym surrounded by these men and women he detested, but instead back at his
place, in his black tuxedo pants but no shirt and no jacket. Next to him is Anna Davis, who while still
wearing her beautiful gold dress has already kicked off her high heel
shoes. To say that the two are relaxing would definitely be an
understatement as they are locked in a tight embrace, their lips meeting in a
passionate kiss.
This night turned out
better than The Assassin thought it would.
Yes, these two do
eventually come up for air but it does take awhile. Eventually, they do
stop kissing. “That’s the best damn kiss I’ve had in awhile.”
“There’s more where
that came from.”
“I won’t look a gift
horse in the mouth, but I gotta admit, I am kinda surprised you took me up on
this offer.”
“Yeah, me too.” Anna giggles a little. “I mean, I
really hope this doesn’t make me look easy or slutty or anything, it’s just
that...oh nevermind…”
“What?” The Assassin asks out of curiosity.
“You’ll think I’m
crazy.”
“No I won’t.” Sutter remarks.
“It’s just that I
don’t like my life right now.”
She says with a sigh. “Or maybe I shouldn’t say I don’t like it, because I
mean who wouldn’t like to be the daughter of a wealthy CEO, you know? I
can have pretty much anything I want, I just have to say the word and it’s
mine. But that’s also the problem…” her
voice trails off and Sutter can sense a longing in her voice. He knows
the problem she refers to.
“You’re bored with it
all, aren’t ya?”
“That’s it!” She exclaims, nodding her head. “You
totally get me, Clyde! I want some thrills in my life! And you…well
you don’t exactly strike me as the type who fits in my world. Am I
right?”
The Assassin nods his
head. “You’re right. I’m just a professional wrestler, my agent Mason
Van Stanton drug me to that bullshit because he thought I needed to mingle with
big wigs at a charity function to get name exposure and help my reputation or
some crap like that.”
“You’re a wrestler?” She asks for confirmation and Sutter
gives it with a nod of his head. Anna’s eyes grow wide with delight. “Wow!
That’s so cool! I can tell my friends I met a real professional
wrestler!”
“You can tell them
you made out with a real professional wrestler.” Sutter says with a wink and a knowing
grin. Anna giggles.
“Yes, this is true!”
“You said you wanted
more thrills in your life?” Sutter
asks with a nasty gleam in his eye. Naive Anna simply nods her head.
“Yeah…just more
adventures, you know?”
“I can show you
adventures...and thrills. If you’re interested.”
“Definitely!”
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On Camera
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“Are you listening to
me?”
These are the words
of none other than Mason Van Stanton. The crooked agent is wearing a
black suit with a black shirt underneath. A stone cold look is upon his
face as he gazes emotionlessly into the camera. Behind him stands his
client, the ruthless individual known as “The Assassin” Clyde Sutter.
Call him a bully or a monster but whatever you call him he is rarely if ever
happy and the scowl upon his face right now expresses this. The Assassin
is wearing black denim pants, black boots, and a black trenchcoat. Dark sunglasses cover his eyes.
“I keep talking, my
client keeps talking, but my client does not just talk but he acts upon his
words. He doesn’t just talk the talk, he walks the walk, he has been
loyal to Supreme Championship Wrestling since day one of his signing and yet I
believe some in charge are still not listening, some still are not paying any attention.” Van Stanton shakes his head with a
look of disappointment upon his face. “You would think the loyalty my client
has shown would have been rewarded but alas it has not. Now don’t get me
wrong, I am most definitely happy that SCW gave my client a chance while other
organizations would not. I am happy that SCW did not listen to the dirty,
filthy, and outright lies of Glory Braddock and chose to give this young man an
opportunity. Yes, I am grateful and my client is grateful.”
Van Stanton shakes
his head again. “Do not take our gratefulness as a weakness. It
doesn’t take a genius to figure out what is going on. The Assassin missed
out on both Apocalypse and Under Attack. Sure, he got to face Peyton Rice
for the SCW Television Championship and was nearly successful but please, do
not think that we will let this lack of booking at feature pay per views go
unnoticed.”
Mason points to
Clyde. “My client here is not a happy man. Granted he is rarely happy,
but he is angrier than usual because SCW still will not give him opponents that
he feels he deserves and give him a spotlight he feels he deserves. But
then again, I don’t need to tell you this; you can hear it for yourself.”
Van Stanton steps
aside and Clyde Sutter steps up to the forefront. “The one thing I do well
and the one thing I enjoy the most also happen to be one and the same. I
love a good fight. Why do you think I
was attracted to this sport? If you get
paid to beat people up on the streets then more likely you’re some drug lord’s
hired enforcer or a hitman. But me?
I get paid to beat people up and it is perfectly legal! The perfect job for a guy like me!”
The Assassin shakes
his head. “But I damn sure did not sign up to sit on my ass! I want
bodies to throw around like rag dolls! I
want people to break in half! You gave me two clowns in my debut and I
loved hurting them. You gave me Selena
Frost and I loved fighting her. I enjoyed brawling with that fucker James
Evans. I can tell he’s got a darkside
just like me.” Sutter chuckles.
“And even though I
lost, I know I put a real hurting on Peyton Rice and yes, I enjoyed every bit
of it. But you sitting me for big events like Under Attack just serves to
piss me off. I think I’ve been around
long enough to warrant pay per view matches by now, Sasha. You’d be wise
to figure that out before the losers you feed to me start coming back to you in
body bags.”
Sutter winks at the
camera. “And that brings me to you, Max...Mad Max Kane...must’ve liked that
dumbass movie, huh? Real fucking original, kid. You tend to talk a lot of shit, like I do,
but the difference between you and me is I know I can back up my words. I
know I can give just as much as I can take.
You? You remind me of that skinny
little kid who runs his damn mouth and then hides behind his biggest strongest
friend whenever he pisses someone off. The problem for you, Max, is that
I am pissed off and I am gonna take out my anger on you and there is NO ONE you
can hide behind! There is NOWHERE you
can run, because I will catch you and I will take you apart!”
Mason Van Stanton
steps back into view. “I hope you were listening this time, Sasha. It
is clear that Max Kane is your sacrificial lamb and that is fine, I just hope that
when my client turns your sacrificial lamb into a plate of lamb chops and puts
his bloody carcass on your desk, you will then begin to take him seriously.”
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