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July 8th, 2020
St. Louis, MO
Off Camera
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“The Assassin” Clyde Sutter did not compete tonight
on Breakdown but he still managed to make the night productive as he sent a
message to Ace Marshall by man-handling his wife, Cassidy Carter. Ace
tried to get involve and he got some hits in but the damage was already done
and the message already delivered. Ace can continue to make all of the
jokes he wants but sooner or later he will learn that The Assassin means
business. To top it off, Sutter learned what his fate would be at Rise To
Greatness. The Assassin would be a part of what amounts to little more
than a brawl, a street fight, to determine to settle scores but, most
importantly, determine a number one contender for the United States
Championship. Hearing this news was the brightest spot of Sutter’s evening.
Not only can he get his hands on Ace and break his damn neck for getting
involved in his affairs, not only can he get his hands on Xander Valentine and
humiliate him in a bid to further prove that Clyde Sutter is the new
executioner of SCW, but he can do all of that and become number one contender
to the United States Championship in the process. And if that weren’t
enough good news, this match at Rise To Greatness is right up Sutter’s
ally. In a match with virtually no rules, Sutter will thrive. The
Assassin grew up on the streets having to fight to survive. This will be
no different.
Back in the parking area of the Scottrade Center
shortly after Breakdown has concluded, The Assassin is walking side by side
with his agent, the scum known as Mason Van Stanton. Sutter has already
changed out of his ring gear and is wearing more suitable street attire
consisting of denim jeans, black boots, and a black “wife-beater” top.
Van Stanton by contrast is dressed a little nicer, wearing a pair of black
dress pants, dress shoes, and a white silk button up shirt. Mason, always
the businessman, is dressed to impress at all times just in case the need
arises for him to haggle or advocate for his client. The Assassin
disdains that kind of work. He disdains the high class lifestyle that Van
Stanton seems to revel in. Perhaps that is what makes them a great
pair? Mason does the work that Clyde Sutter refuses to do. Whatever
the reason, it appears their partnership is working. The grins that both
sport at the present time illustrates that point as they walk casually through
the parking area.
“Tonight was absolutely great!”
Mason exclaims, obviously thrilled with tonight. “You were absolutely
great! We couldn’t have planned it better!”
“Only one thing coulda made it better; if I had the
chance to cripple Ace’s little bitch. Too damn bad that little piece of
shit Ace had to come down and save her.”
“Oh but that’s ok, it’s ok because what you did
still drives home the point that YOU are the new executioner. You, my
friend, have taken Xander’s place and that old relic can’t do a damn thing
about it.” Mason Van Stanton snaps his fingers. “Ace
knows, as does the rest of SCW, that you could have ended her...just like
that…”
“Damn right I could have! And the next time I
get my hands on her, Ace, or Xander, I will end them! I will end them all
at Rise To Greatness, that’s for damn sure! And then…”
Sutter chuckles nastily, an evil grin on his face. Mason nods his head as
the two seem to be on the same page.
“And then YOU will earn a shot at the United States
Title. And YOU will become United States Champion. No one can stop
you, Mr. Sutter! No one!”
Sutter and Van Stanton share a laugh as they
continue through the parking area. They come to a stop at a black
vehicle. Sutter opens the back door and throws his gear inside. He
shuts it and turns to face Mason.
“Alright, so I’m leaving. I’ll probably try
to find a bar nearby and celebrate tonight. Wanna come along? I
mean, ever since you ditched that whore you’ve been single. People are
gonna start talking about ya.”
The so-called “whore” is Destiny Blair, ring name
Destiny Syke, Mason’s ex-wife. They separated in rather violent fashion
last year when Mason threw her off the top of a hell in a cell in the middle of
a match for Global Championship Wrestling. Mason declines Sutter’s offer
to go out, shaking his head.
“No thanks, I have other business to attend
to. Remember I am trying to recruit new clients.”
“Yeah, yeah, I know. Don’t know how you can
stomach that business shit.”
“Everyone has their own talents. Business
happens to be mine.”
“Whatever. But speaking of business, what’s
next?”
“Next for you, Mr. Sutter is Void. That’s
your next opponent. Focus on her first and focus on using her to send a
message to anyone else who dares enter that match at Rise To Greatness.
Let them know that you will mow through anyone and everyone who dares get in
your way.”
“Don’t worry about it, Mason. That’s what I
do best.” Sutter says with an evil chuckle.
The Assassin starts to head to the driver’s side but Mason stops him.
“Mr. Sutter, before you go may I ask you
something?”
“Yeah, but make it quick. I wanna party.”
“The private investigator you wanted…”
“Seth Rogers. What about him?”
“Did you ever talk to him?”
“About two weeks ago, yeah.”
“Have you heard back from him?”
Sutter frowns. He doesn’t like Van Stanton getting
involved in his private affairs, mainly because he isn’t quite sure how Mason
would take to what he had Seth Rogers investigate. The Assassin learned
through a historian that his father was Ethan Rogers, a runaway who joined a
militant cult and quickly rose to prominence within its ranks and became its
leader. He dropped off the face of the earth shortly after Clyde was born
and abandoned to an orphanage. That should have been enough of an answer
and to most people it would have. The Assassin, however, is still not
satisfied. He wants to know more. He still wants to know why he was
abandoned. He also wants to know if his father is still alive.
“That isn’t your business, Mason. I already
told you that, remember?”
“I remember. But you are my client and your
business IS my business. If you get into any trouble you could forever
damage your career. I went to a great deal of trouble to salvage your
wrestling career after Glory Braddock was nearly successful in blacklisting you
from every major wrestling promotion. I do not wish to see you throw my hard
work away.”
“Your hard work? What about my hard work?”
Rage and anger begins to enter Sutter’s voice. “I am the one who busts
his ass in that ring week in and week out. I’m the one who puts his body
on the line while you kiss Sasha’s ass hoping to get her approval.
Me? I’d just take what that freak job Aries did a step further and kick
her god damn head off if she didn’t do right by me!”
“And you know where that would get you?
Fired. In jal. Maybe both.” Van
Stanton sighs out of frustration. “Look, this is why our partnership
works. You do your job inside the ring and I do my job outside the
ring. I play the politics that you are unwilling to play. Let’s
keep it that way. Deal?”
“Fine.” Sutter says begrudgingly.
“And promise me you won’t get into any trouble
tonight?”
“Yeah, yeah, I promise…”
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July 8th, 2020
St. Louis, MO
Off Camera
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The bar is hundreds of conversations told in loud
voices, all of them competing with the rock music that dominates the
atmosphere. The bar curves into the room, dark in the barely lit room. Through
the windows, the diamonds of lead panes, trickles the sallow light of
street-lamps. The smell has changed over the years. Once it was of cigarette
smoke only, the perfume that clung to clothing, skin and furniture alike. Now
it is stale beer and body odour. There are establishments that are more like
restaurants now - all clean with waiting staff. Not here. It was always a
den of debauchery, alcoholism and the great unwashed of the town. It still is.
No-one comes here with anything wholesome in mind.
It certainly took The Assassin quite awhile to find
a place like this. These dives are his preferred establishments. He
doesn’t particularly care for nicer places. He doesn’t like a family
friendly atmosphere. Mason Van Stanton may want him to stay out of
trouble but Clyde Sutter doesn’t care. Tonight is his night to enjoy himself
and he is going to enjoy himself on his terms and on his turf.
The Assassin winds his way through the warm bodies
to a table in the back of the room. He prefers darker, concealed places,
hoping everyone will just leave him alone. He raised a shaky finger to
call the server, and when they did not appear he turned his head slowly to his
right to watch her scrubbing the glass of the chiller cabinet, recently
re-stuffed with those stupid garish alco-pops all the teens were slurping faster
than coca-cola.
“Hey, bitch, come here!”
He shouts angrily towards one of the servers, a young blonde woman. She
slowly walks over to his table and looks down at him apologetically.
“Uh, sorry sir. What may I get you?”
“Just bring a whiskey.”
“Yes, sir.” She
walks off to fill the order. As soon as she is gone Sutter leans back and
begins to soak up the atmosphere. He listens to the rock music playing in
the background. He just simply enjoys this time to himself. Like he
told Mason earlier this evening, this was a celebration. It is a
celebration of how things are finally beginning to come together for him in
Supreme Championship Wrestling.
After a slow start and then being sidelined, Sutter
returned at Taking Hold of the Flame and dominated. He punked out Xander
Valentine and has made the claim to being the new Executioner of SCW. Now
Sutter is prepared to walk into Rise To Greatness, eliminate two nuisances, and
earn a championship opportunity in the process. What more could he ask
for?
There is only one thing Sutter could want and that
can only be provided by Seth Rogers. Clyde Sutter sent Rogers on an
investigation to track down his father but he has yet to hear back from
him. The Assassin was assured by both Mason and Seth that Seth would keep
him up to date on his investigation. But there has been no updates.
Did Seth back out? Has Seth decided to just avoid Sutter
altogether? Or does the lack of communication mean that Seth has found no
useful information? That may well be true but still, Sutter wishes he
would at least contact him and let him know. The Assassin is beginning to
lose his patience and tonight he is going to initiate contact himself.
Clyde produces a cell phone and dials a
number. He puts the phone to his hear and listens to the ring. It
rings again. It keeps ringing but there is no answer. Sutter’s face
contorts as anger and rage fill his facial expression. “Come on, answer ya
piece of shit!”
Sutter hangs up and angrily drops the phone on the
table. A few moments later the server returns with the glass of whiskey. “Thanks...how
much do I owe ya?”
“It’s on the house.” The
server announces, much to Sutter’s pleasant surprise.
“Really?”
“Well…she paid for it…”
the blonde server points to a black haired female at the bar with her back
turned towards them. Sutter smirks knowingly.
“Uh huh, well thanks…” Sutter
doesn’t even bother to pay any further attention to the server as she walks
away. His attention is focused on the woman who apparently bought him
this drink. Sutter takes a sip of his whiskey and smirks. Only one
thing is on his mind now. He must get to know her. Why look a gift
horse in the mouth?
The Assassin gets up from his seat and approaches
the bar. He approaches the woman and motions to the empty bar stool next
to her. “Is this seat taken?”
“Not at all, mate. You’re welcome, by the
way.”
“For the drink, ya mean?”
Sutter asks as he pulls out the stool and sits down.
“What else?”
“Thanks for the drink then. My name is…”
“Your name is Clyde Sutter. My name, by the
way, is Lillith. That’s all you need to know.”
“Huh?” Sutter
is stunned as this woman, this woman named Lillith who speaks with a distinct
English accent much like his own, speaks and acts as if she already knows much
about him. But the surprises are just now beginning as the woman produces
a cell phone and drops it ont he bar next to him.
“Your phone call to Mr. Seth Rogers was
unnecessary, by the way.”
Sutter picks up the phone and looks at the
screen. It reads one missed call...and that missed call was from him,
from Sutter. The Assassin immediately comes to the realization that this
woman has Seth’s cell phone. What else does this mean? Sutter’s
curiosity gets the best of him. He has to know.
“What happened to him?”
“He’s indisposed.”
“And what kinda bullshit answer is that?”
Sutter grows frustrated now. “Stop with the cryptic shit and just answer
me! Did ya kill him?”
“He’s indisposed. That’s all I can say for
now. I met Seth back in Southampton, my own home. We crossed paths
and to say that his life has never been the same would be an
understatement. I learned that you had hired him to find out information
about your father.” Lilith shakes her head with utter
disappointment washed across her face. “I am disappointed with the type of
individual you chose to associate yourself with. Seriously, Mr. Sutter,
you can do better than Seth Rogers.”
Sutter growls angrily. He is doing his best
to control his temper. He doesn’t like the tone this woman, Lilith, is
taking with him. But he also knows were he to do something about it right
here he could get in trouble. He remembers the words of warning from
Mason Van Stanton and he holds back.
“You’re lucky we’re in a public place, bitch, because
otherwise I’d…”
“You would do what, exactly? Mr. Sutter, you
are on the leash of a foolish con man known as Mason Van Stanton. You
feel you owe him a debt, therefore you hold back because he asks you to hold
back. You have limitless potential, Mr. Sutter, but you need to cut the
strings that are holding you back. Seth Rogers...Mason Van
Stanton...these people will not give you the answers you seek. They will
not provide you with the help you need.”
Mason Van Stanton? How does she know about him?!
“Wait a sec, you seem to know an awful lot about me! What the hell is
going on here?! Who the hell are you?!”
“I already told you; my name is Lilith. And I
am the current leader of the Christ Conquest Movement.”
That name immediately causes Clyde Sutter to sit up
and take notice. The Christ Conquest Movement was the name of the cult
his father, Ethan Sutter, would join and eventually become the leader of.
The fact that this woman before him claims to be the new leader could mean that
he has left this cult...or worse yet…
“If you’re its leader then you knew my dad.”
“Constantine, yes.”
“His name was Ethan.”
“His name WAS Ethan. Then he was enlightened
and became Constantine, our leader.”
“But…” before
Sutter can get out his next question, Lilith places a finger over his lips to
silence him.
“Hush now. I already gave you as much answers
as I am willing to provide here for free. If you want more you must do so
on my terms, on my turf.”
“You don’t get to push me around, bitch! You
know who I am?!”
“I do. And I would very much like to get to
know you better. But what you need to understand is that I hold the
cards. I have the information you wish to know. You certainly won’t
find out anything from that ridiculous private investigator. You know
that Van Stanton won’t help you. Even if he knew of our existence he
wouldn’t want you to get involved.” Lilith
produces a card with a phone number on it. She hands it to Sutter. “I
am the only connection you have to your past. I do not expect you to come
with me this very night. I expect that you have gotten used to the
lifestyle you have been living lately under the care of Van Stanton and you may
not wish to risk it. That’s fair. So I will give you time to think
it over. I offer only the answers you seek. But it will be done
only on my terms. So call me when you make a decision.”
Lilith plants a kiss on his cheek. “And enjoy
the drink.”
She gets up and turns to walk away. Sutter
considers giving chase. Outside with no one around he could get
physical. He could intimidate the answers out of her. But something
about this entire situation feels wrong. Something feels off.
Sutter, for the first time ever, feels…
...intimidated.
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On Camera
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The scene opens in front of an SCW logo
backdrop. A few moments after the camera begins to roll we see Mason Van
Stanton entering the scene from stage left. He is dressed in his typical black
business suit and on this occasion a black silk button up shirt as well.
A stoic gaze is etched across his face as he stares into the camera.
“I hope everyone in Supreme Championship Wrestling
is beginning to understand that everything myself and my client have been
saying is the truth. You can mock us on social media all you want.
Winning the social media war means nothing. Results inside the ring is
what counts and my client has been proving on Breakdown week in and week out
that he can produce results. Did anyone expect him to last as long as he
did in Taking Hold of the Flame, dominating talent left and right as he
did? Did anyone expect him to punk out Xander Valentine, a man once
feared but who has now become a weak kneed nostalgia act? Ace Marshall,
Xander Valentine, and many others have underestimated him. But he has
proven that he is THE one true and new Executioner of Supreme Championship
Wrestling. And now he has the chance to prove it yet again against Void.”
Van Stanton chuckles.
“As a noun Void, by definition, means a completely
empty space. And in your case, my dear, I think it is a very appropriate
name for you.” Van Stanton takes a step
backward. A few moments later “The Assassin” Clyde Sutter enters the
scene from stage left. He is wearing denim jeans, black boots, a plain
white t-shirt, and a black leather jacket. Dark sunglasses cover his
eyes.
“I disagree with ya, Mason. Void isn’t a
completely empty space, because it is painfully obvious that she is just taking
up space on this roster! She may have had her bright spots every now and
then, but that’s all it is; spots. Typically those “bright spots” are
when she is used as a weapon by someone else. Glory Braddock probably
appreciates the fact that you’re so eager to be used as a weapon against Selena
Frost. Remember that from Fatal Fortunes, because I sure as hell
do. You were just Braddock’s pawn. And pawns are not
monsters. And you, Void, you are not a monster. You are just a pawn
that takes up space. That’s all you do is take up space.”
“I am a real monster, Void. While you are
just happy to exist, content with being someone else’s pawn, I dominate any and
every arena I go. I strike fear in the hearts of anyone I cross paths
with. I beat up people in the ring, I beat up people in the back, I beat
up anyone I want, wherever I want, whenever I want. And you, Void, I am
going to assassinate you…” he stops and pauses to think it over,
then a chuckle escapes his lips as he decides to rephrase it “...no, i’m
going to EXECUTE you! Because I am the NEW Executioner of SCW and you are
just my pawn.”
Sutter nods his head. “Yeah, you’ll get to be my
pawn on Breakdown. But not as a weapon, but just a little bitch girl to
send a message. Cause the fake, broken down, old piece of shit
executioner Xander Valentine will be watching. The clown, the joke known
as Ace Marshall will be watching, anyone else who thinks that they can stop me
come Rise To Greatness will be watching this match very closely and they’ll see
me tear you apart. They will see me beat the living hell out of
you. And they’ll realize that I am a monster, I am the NEW executioner,
and you...well you’re just a little pawn, you’re NOTHING…” a sinister grin
forms on Sutter’s face.
“...so I guess maybe the name Void does fit ya
after all, even if all ya do is take up space.”
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