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January 22nd, 2020
Detroit, Michigan
Off Camera
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The backstage area of the Little Caesars Arena is
busy with activity. Breakdown has just concluded. Wrestlers, referees, and other officials are
packing things up and getting ready to leave for their hotels to stay for the
night before taking the next trip. It is all too familiar and normal for
anyone involved in professional wrestling and for Clyde Sutter, this life is
the kind of life he has always wanted.
He gets to travel the world while being paid to beat people up.
Beating people up is something he loved to do, he’d do it for free. Getting paid to beat someone up is just icing
on the cake. The Assassin is even
warming up to his agent and his lifestyle.
It was difficult at first, because clearly Mason
Van Stanton wants to change Clyde Sutter and that just isn’t going to
happen. Sutter is who he is and he has no intention on changing any of
that. But Mason has slowly introduced
the lap of luxury to The Assassin. Now Sutter lives in a luxurious
apartment in Raleigh and he is currently dating the daughter of a wealthy
business associate of Mason’s; the business associate being Richard Davis and
his daughter, Clyde’s latest love interest, is Anna Davis. Of course,
Mason doesn’t know that the two are dating.
Van Stanton, being the constant worrier that he is, would no doubt frown
upon this relationship. But what Mason
does not know will not hurt him. It will
not hurt him at all.
Still, if Clyde wants to maintain secrecy he should
probably not be out in public, in plain view, with his girlfriend. Sutter
doesn’t seem to care, though, as he walks through the backstage area with Anna
Davis on his arm and by his side. Sutter
has always been rebellious with a “live for the moment” attitude about
things. He always does what he wants and what feels good at the
time. And right now showing off his love
interest feels right. He’ll deal with
Mason Van Stanton if he has to…
“That was a fun show, Clyde!” Anna exclaims as she
hugs herself close to The Assassin. Davis has never been exposed to
wrestling that much. Her family are
strict traditionalists and frown upon many combat sports outside of
boxing. Clyde introducing her to wrestling is new to Anna. And that is not the only new thing he
introduced to a wealthy young lady who grew up living in a bubble.
“Glad you enjoyed yourself, and you’re right, it is
fun, but what makes it even better is that I get paid to do this shit. I
enjoy breaking another bones and would do it for free, just for the fun of
it. Here I get paid for it.”
“I guess you’re living the good life then, eh?”
Anna says giggling.
“You could say that.” Sutter leans in and kisses
her passionately on the lips. Anna suddenly breaks the kiss when she is
startled by the sound of someone approaching. The two turn and Sutter
sighs as he spots his agent, Mason Van Stanton, approaching slowly. The
Assassin can tell by the contorted glare on Van Stanton’s face that he is not
happy. Not happy at all.
“Am I interrupting anything important?”
“Yeah, you were dipshit.” Sutter remarks
coldly. Mason chuckles.
“Nice to see you too, Mr. Sutter.” He motions to
Anna. “And who is this?”
“A woman.”
“I can see that, Mr. Sutter. Your smart ass
comments are not needed.”
Anna cautiously approaches Van Stanton and extends
her hand. “Uh, I’m Anna. Anna Davis.”
“Hello, Anna.” Van Stanton remarks after accepting
the handshake. “My name is Mason Van Stanton and...don’t I know you from
somewhere?”
“Yes,” Anna nods her head “you and my dad are
friends.”
“That’s right, I remember now.”
This inane prattling between his girlfriend and his
agent is boring The Assassin to absolute death. Thus he decides to
interject some of his own unique variety of entertainment into the equation.
“You’re not flirting with my woman, are ya Van Stanton?”
“What the hell are you talking about?” Mason’s face
turns red as he faces Sutter, looking on angrily. Sutter smirks
knowingly.
“Don’t play innocent with me. I know all the
moves that you’re making. Besides, you are single again.”
“The divorce has not been finalized yet, Mr.
Sutter…”
“Sure.” The Assassin winks. Then he turns to Anna
and kisses her on the cheek. “Wait for me outside at the car, ok babe?”
“Sure.”
With that, Anna starts to walk away. Mason
and Clyde both watch as the young blonde makes her exit. As soon as she
is out of eyesight and earshot, the two men turn back to face one
another. Mason is now furious and holds nothing back as he points towards
where Anna was just standing.
“Do you mind explaining that to me?”
“That’s a woman. Her name is Anna.”
“What did I say about the smart ass comments?
Are you dating her?” Mason demands.
Sutter nods his head.
“Sure. I mean, that is what guys and girls
do, Mason. Or has your dick gotten so fucking small and your balls fallen
off to the point that you forgot what guys and girls do?” The Assassin can see
the rage on Mason’s face. He decides to push the buttons even more.
“Maybe that’s why you and your woman Destiny got split? You no longer could satisfy her like a real
man so to save face you kicked her out first.”
“That’s not it.” Van Stanton remarks, shaking his
head.
“You don’t have to pretend around me, buddy.” He
winks at his agent which only further angers him. “Nice moves, Mason.
Nice moves.”
For Mason’s part, he wants to punch him in the
face. This is rude and very disrespectful and Mason hates being
disrespected. Still, this is Clyde Sutter and he is a monster of a man
with his height and power. Mason knows that diplomacy is probably better
and cooler heads should prevail this time. The sleazy con artist of an
agent shakes his head.
“Look, forget about me and my life for a moment,
because I’m here for you, Mr. Sutter.”
“What does any of this shit have to do with me?”
Sutter snarls through the arrogant smirk on his face. “I’m not the one with no
woman.”
“Hey I am happy for you, Clyde. I am happy
that you found love.”
“Love?” Sutter scoffs, rolling his eyes. “You think
this shit is about love? You think I love that tart?”
“You don’t?” Mason asks curiously. Sutter
just laughs and shakes his head.
“Nah! She’s just a booty call. That’s
what Americans call it, right?”
“A booty call?” Mason arches his brow out of
curiosity. He knows what he heard but he isn’t quite sure he believes
it. Sutter nods his head in confirmation.
“You think I give a damn about that woman?
I’ve only kept her around this long because the sex is great and she gives good
head. Once I get bored with her I’ll kick her to the curb just like I did
the last chick I was with.”
“That’s how you deal with women?” Mason shudders.
Even he isn’t this crooked. “Never say that in public or in front of a camera.”
“What’s wrong, Mason? You don’t like the
truth? That’s all they’re good for, mate; keeping me happy. This
one’s pretty good but eventually I’ll grow bored with her…’style’...and I’ll
kick her to the curb. The last girl I had just didn’t have much of
anything to offer so she didn’t last long.”
“Are all women just objects to you?” Mason demands.
“They are more than that.”
“Says the man who threw his wife off the top of a
hell in the cell.” The Assassin can’t help but laugh at what he sees as Mason
Van Stanton’s clear hypocrisy. Mason wants to claim the moral high ground
but in truth he isn’t much better than Clyde.
Their only true difference is that Sutter is willing to admit it and
embrace it. “Although, I will say that there was one chick I was with who was
damn good. I would still be with her today if she wasn’t stupid enough to
dump me.”
“You mean she kicked YOU to the curb?” Mason smirks
knowingly. “Who is this woman, pray tell? I have to meet the one woman
who actually kicked your ass to the curb.”
The Assassin smiles arrogantly. “Melinda Braddock.”
“Braddock? As in Glory’s daughter?!” Mason’s
eyes grow wide with shock. “What did you do to her?!”
“Anything I damn well pleased and she loved every
fucking bit of it, even though she’ll deny it.”
Van Stanton is only now beginning to see just what
kind of sociopath he has associated himself with. He may not like the
Braddock family but what Clyde is saying is horrible. Plus if any of this were to ever become
public knowledge then Sutter could be fired and Mason himself could be hurt due
to his association with him. Van Stanton quickly does damage control, thinking
about what he should do.
“Have you done anything to Anna?”
“Everything I have done with Anna has been mutual,
if that’s what you’re wondering.” Sutter snarls. The Assassin does not
like where this is going. Mason sighs.
“Have you done anything else to her?”
“Like what? I mean, she is real good in
bed. And y’know, unlike Melinda or that other bitch she seems willing to
have some fun and enjoy life. I’ve even showed her some things that never
even knew existed.”
“What kinds of things?” Van Stanton presses for
more information. Sutter just grows more frustrated.
“The kinds of things that the wealthy are protected
from in the little bubble they live in. Anna at least seems somewhat
interested in how the other half live while the rest of the rich pieces of shit
don’t give a rat’s ass.”
Mason Van Stanton stares deeply into the intense
glaring eyes of his client, “The Assassin” Clyde Sutter. His client is
being very vague in his explanation and Mason is certain that there is a reason
for this. Sutter is no dummy.
Mason then recalls the drugs he found in Sutter’s apartment. Mason did say he would disavow all knowledge
of Sutter’s drug use were it to come out but if he is sharing his drugs with
Anna Davis then that could become a problem Mason can no longer ignore.
“Mr. Sutter, I have no idea what you are doing and
quite honestly, I am not sure I want to know. Just be very careful about
what you do with that woman. She is a
member of a very wealthy and very powerful family. Your entire career and
world come be destroyed if you go too far with this, with whatever it is you’re
doing. Are we clear?”
“Oh I hear you, Mason.” Sutter pokes Mason in the
chest. “But you need to understand that my world already was destroyed once
before. I know what it is like to live in hell. I am not afraid to live in hell again. Are we clear?”
There is a tense staredown before Mason finally
nods his head. “Yes, I think we are clear.”
“Good. Now I gotta go and see my woman, she’s
waiting on me. I’ll tell her you said hey…”
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January 24th, 2020
Raleigh, NC
Off Camera
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They say that idle hands are the devil’s
workshop. In the case of Clyde Sutter being idle is definitely not
ideal. The Assassin has been sitting on a comfortable sofa in a waiting
room for what seems like forever. He has been summoned by his agent,
Mason Van Stanton, to come see him. What
this is about is unknown to Sutter, but he doesn’t like the boredom that this waiting
has generated. He doesn’t like this waiting. He needs to be doing something. He needs to be active. Luckily, he is not alone. Sitting next to him is his girlfriend, Anna
Davis, who is wearing torn denim jeans, flip flops, and a black long sleeve
shirt. This is far removed from her typical high class fashion, which is
partially due to the influence of Sutter himself. As for Sutter, he is wearing denim jeans,
black boots, and a plain black t-shirt.
He is wearing a black leather jacket and he stares coldly across at the
receptionist, a young blonde woman, probably in her mid to late twenties if he
had to guess.
“This is bullshit!” Sutter exclaims angrily.
“Calm down, Clyde.” Anna says quietly, laying her
head upon Sutter’s chest. He growls angrily.
“I can’t calm down. This little bitch is
making me wait!”
“I’m sure there’s a reason.”
“Yeah, he’s playing with me.” Sutter snaps back
angrily. The receptionist takes note of it but says nothing.
“Why does your agent need to see you anyway?”
“Don’t know.”
This is not quite a lie. Van Stanton never
said why he wanted to see Clyde Sutter today but it doesn’t take a genius for
Sutter to figure it out. Just a few days ago the two had an argument
about Sutter’s private life and Mason had warned him not to get involved with
Anna Davis any further. Sutter guesses that this is going to be yet
another lecture about how he should live his life. Mason Van Stanton may be knowledgeable about
business and may be a good agent but he has no damn business telling Sutter how
to live his life. None whatsoever.
His are then interrupted when the phone at the receptionist’s desk
rings. The receptionist is grateful for
the momentary distraction from Sutter’s anger and childish yelling. She immediately picks it up.
“Hello?”... “Yes, he’s here.”... “I’ll send him in,
Mr. Van Stanton.”
Sutter immediately perks up. “So he’s ready?”
“Yes. You may go see Mr. Van Stanton now.”
The Assassin smirks knowingly as he stands up and
walks over towards Mason’s door. He flashes a smile and wink at the
receptionist along the way. Upon opening
the door Clyde Sutter walks, almost struts even, into the office of Mason Van
Stanton. Sutter’s agent sits at his oak desk with a stoic gaze etched
across his face. The Assassin cannot
seem to read the expression on Van Stanton; he has quite the poker face, Sutter
thinks to himself with a light chuckle under his breath. Mason nods his
head, recognizing his client’s entrance into the room before motioning to one of
the nearby chairs by the desk.
“Sit down.”
“Right to business then?” Sutter rolls his eyes.
“Fine by me.”
The Assassin approaches one of the chairs and sits
down. He glares across the desk into Mason’s eyes. Mason doesn’t back down either, staring right
back at his client. A tense moment passes before finally Van Stanton
speaks.
“I spoke to Richard Davis yesterday.”
“Yeah, so?”
“Apparently he found crack, cocaine, and heroine in
his daughter’s room.”
Sutter had a feeling that this had to do with his
relationship with Anna and this just confirms it. He is responsible for
Anna having those drugs and he is upset that Anna was dumb enough to get caught
but he isn’t going to let Mason see that. He maintains his poker face and
remains quiet.
“Funny thing is, Anna had always been a good
girl. Clean cut, well behaved, perfect.” Van Stanton points an accusatory
finger at Clyde. “Until she met you. Now she is misbehaving, talking back
to her parents, getting in trouble with the law, and now they found these
drugs.”
“If you’re gonna accuse me of fucking her up then
go ahead and do it!” Sutter snaps, shouting angrily at Van Stanton.
“I am not accusing you of anything, I am merely
relaying a message that was first relayed to me by Mr. Davis, who also told me
that he has a strong suspicion that you were behind his daughter’s sudden
turnaround.”
“The old piece of shit can’t prove it.” Sutter
snarls. Van Stanton nods his head.
“Maybe not but he is very well connected and can
get both of us in deep trouble. You obviously do not care about my well
being but think about yourself. You are
a wrestler now. You told me that was your dream and now you have achieved
it. That dream could come to an end if
Anna’s parents choose to pursue legal action against you.”
The Assassin stares deep into his agent’s eyes and
realizes that he isn’t kidding. And despite his own claim to have
experienced hell and not being afraid of it, he doesn’t want to lose his
wrestling career.
“So what does he want?”
“Just two things; one he doesn’t want you to see
his daughter ever again. Second, he wants you to seek psychiatric
treatment.”
“Psychiatric treatment?! Fuck that shit! I’ll take my chances with the law!”
“Seriously, Mr. Sutter?” Mason asks. “Do you
seriously want to take a gamble with your wrestling career on the line
here? I can protect you but you need to start working as a member of this
team here.”
Sutter’s instincts tell him to fight back but his
mind tells him that Van Stanton is right. Fighting back would end in
loss. Sutter sighs and nods his head.
“Fine...we’ll do things your way…”
“Good. I’ll call Mr. Davis and let him know
the good news.”
Sutter doesn’t even bother to say goodbye to his agent.
He stands up and storms out of Mason’s office, slamming the door shut behind
him. He storms angrily out into the reception area and heads towards the
door where Anna Davis still sits, waiting for him.
“Come on, we’re going.”
“What happened?” She asks innocently. “You look
mad.”
“Don’t ask fucking questions!”
Anna raises her eyes wide in shock. She
hasn’t seen this side of Clyde Sutter before. She stands up and follows
him out the door. She follows him as
they walk down the sidewalk towards the car Sutter drove them here in.
“Talk to me, Clyde.” Anna begs. “What’s
wrong?”
“Nothing. Just shut up.”
“Clyde…”
He stops suddenly and then slaps her across the
face. “I SAID SHUT UP!” There is a rage across his face and Anna, she is fearful
as well as sad, sad that he struck her. “Stay right here if you know
what’s good for you.”
He turns and starts to walk away. Anna tries
to follow him. “Clyde, wait…”
“I said do not follow me!” He turns and shouts even
louder. This is beginning to attract some attention but Sutter is in a
zone right now and doesn’t seem to care. Anna, for her part, seems
genuinely afraid and begins to slowly back away. Sutter smirks as he turns back around and
walks towards his car. He gets in and turns it on and then drives
off. He sees Anna getting smaller and
smaller in the rear view and he chuckles to himself.
“Shame. She was great in bed…”
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On Camera
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The camera begins recording in what appears to be a
back alley. The lightning is poor, just good enough for this promo to air
and just good enough to see that this place is dirty, and not the kind of place
you want to hang around for too long. A few moments later Mason Van
Stanton emerges into view, flanked by his client, “The Assassin” Clyde
Sutter. The two individuals are a
contrast to one another with Mason in a black and white suit looking nice and
crisp, very well done, whereas Sutter is wearing denim jeans, black boots, no
shirt, and a long black trenchcoat.
“Hello, my name is Mason Van Stanton, agent of the
stars. I am the man who can make your dreams come true and I truly do
love making dreams come true. My record of making dreams come true is
absolutely sparkling. Just look at my
work in Global Championship Wrestling where I managed the former tag team
champions Kendra Classic and Hannah Myers and I even guided my ungrateful soon
to be former wife to a world championship. There was even a woman,
formerly known as Julia Braddock, who wanted to escape the intimidating and
powerful shadow of the Braddock family and make a name for herself, so I made
her into Chastity Alexis Noel and guided her to championship glory.” Van Stanton points to the massive Sutter
standing next to him. “Making dreams come true is what I do and I do it better
than anyone else. I now have taken the dreams of this man and made them
come true before your very eyes. All Mr.
Sutter wanted was to become a wrestler, he wanted to compete inside of the
squared circle before the great wrestling fans and become recognized as one of
the best. Some people have tried to ruin
his dream but I would not allow that to happen.
I could not live with myself if I allowed this young man’s dreams get
destroyed because of the jealousy of a few. So I stood up and fought for
his dream and I made it come true by getting him signed to a contract here in
Supreme Championship Wrestling.”
Van Stanton smirks knowingly. “Dreams can come true
and sometimes you need help achieving your dreams, but Mr. Sutter likes to take
charge of his own life. He likes to get things done on his own. He doesn’t like having to rely on other
people to achieve his dream. I respect
him for that and I am going to be proud as I watch him lead his Trios Buy In
team to victory at Day of Infamy. It will be the first great big step
towards achieving a dream that can only be obtained through a Trios contract.”
Mason steps back into the darkness allowing what
little light there is to be had by The Assassin himself. Sutter chuckles lightly.
“I watched Trios last year from the sidelines.
I watched Glory Braddock, Regan Street, and Kellen Jeffries win
Trios. And what did I see them do with their contracts? I saw them waste those contracts. Kellen gave his away in a fucking battle royal
just so he could be a dumbass Santa. Regan literally gave hers away for a
bitch of a daughter dumb enough to sign her life away to the Beauty
Factory. Glory was the only one who at
least tried to use hers in a wise manner but she fucked that up by losing to
Alistaire Allocco at Rise To Greatness. With Trios you can do anything
but last year’s winners were complete and utter disappointments. This year needs to be different. This year needs to have a real winner with a
Trios contract to show you fucking clowns how it’s done. What SCW needs is me with a Trios contract.”
“Mason is right though, I do not like having to
rely on other people to help me accomplish my goals. I do not need any
help and I damn sure do not want any fucking help. Unfortunately this Trios Buy In bullshit is
different. You see, I cannot rely on the pathetic losers that I am
teaming with. If I had to rely on that
pasty faced idiot Aaron Blackbourne, the whiny mask loving twerp Konrad, or the
entitled jackass Owen Cruze to help me get the job done, then I know my dreams
of winning a Trios would be doomed before it even started.” Sutter shakes his
head. “So no, I am not relying on those three fuckers to do a damn thing for
me. Instead they will have to rely on me to carry their sorry asses over
the fucking finish line.”
The Assassin laughs nastily. “Oh but don’t thank me
boys, don’t stop and thank me because after I am through whipping the
collective asses of Kandis’s Bitch, The Living Mummy, Angelica Jones Wannabe,
and Frosty The Snow Bitch, I am going to finish the night off by slowly and
surely picking apart my ‘partners’ one by damn one until I am the last man
standing. Hell, I am already the last man standing because I am the only
REAL man in the entire fucking match, let alone on my team, but I will put my
own personal exclamation point on it at Day of Infamy. Believe that, bitches.”
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