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Monologue Desperate Measures should have been the end. Desperate Measures should have
been the first and last time the world would witness Mystic get anywhere
near the beautiful, lovely features of yours truly, your world heavyweight
champion Glory Braddock. Oh but no….thanks to that bumbling bozo the clown
Brian Blades causing a no contest, Mystic and I have to go another round,
this time within the confines of a steel cage. We’ve been there before, Mystic and I. We’ve been there twice,
actually. He and Brian Zane
won the tag team championship from Angela and I inside of a steel
cage. Congrats to him. Then later on I would go on to win
the world heavyweight championship in the triple cage Apocalypse
structure. Go
me! So here it is. Mystic versus Glory, one more
time, in yet another steel cage match. It seems that these cage matches
are always good for solving our problems. I intend to make damn sure that this particular
steel cage match solves OUR problems once and for
all. The fact is that I am done playing nice. I am done playing softball. Its all over as of now. I shouldn’t have had to face
Mystic in the first place but now that I have to face him a second damn
time on Fever inside of a steel cage, well, I will make sure everything
counts. I will make sure
nothing is left. I will make
sure that none of Mystic’s body is left. People look at me, they listen to my jovial ways
and watch as I play my pranks on unsuspecting little gits, and they think
that I have no sadistic bone in my body. I can be bloodthirsty if necessary. I can be a killer. All it takes is for the right
buttons to be pushed. The world of GDW had better get ready because my
buttons have been pushed. The
killer instinct within Glory Braddock has been released and she’s going to
go wild on Mystic. If you have any intelligence in your body, Mystic,
then you will go into this match scared shitless, because you really don’t
have any idea what you are about to step foot into. End
Monologue Desperate Measures came and went and at the end of
the day Glory Braddock retained her GDW World Heavyweight
Championship. But it was not without controversy. Many say that Mystic had Glory
beat after connecting with Mystic’s Dreams. But we will never know, for just
as Mystic was about to go for the cover, Brian Blades ran down and
assaulted them both, causing a no contest. Brian Blades cost Mystic the world heavyweight
title and that should have been the end of it. Instead what is going to take
place is that Glory and Mystic will fight one more time for both the
Revolution and World Heavyweight titles. Only this time it will be held
within the confines of a steel cage. Glory is no stranger to a steel cage. She has been in a total of three
steel cage matches during the course of her wrestling career. One pitted her and Angela Jameson
in a tag team title match against Mystic and Brian Zane. Glory and Angela lost. Another was back at Game Over in
the triple cage Apocalypse structure where Glory won the world heavyweight
title. And if you peel the
onion back even farther, you might remember that Glory participated in a
GDW Warzone Match, a sick and twisted combination of an endurance match
and a cage match. Glory knows her way around a steel cage. She has her history in steel cage
matches. The question now is
can she defeat Mystic in a steel cage match on Friday Night
Fever? And as if Mystic weren’t the only thing on her
mind, Glory also has to deal with the kidnap of her father Glen
Braddock. Glen and Glory have always been close. Almost like best friends rather
than just father and daughter.
Glory has always been Glen’s little girl. And now he’s been kidnapped. Glory refuses to think the worst,
however. The worst, being,
that he is dead. Glory
already lost her mother when she committed suicide. She could not imagine Glen being
dead and gone as well. Salvatore Kingsley wishes Glory would get her mind
off of Glen and focus it on more important matters. As far as Glory knows, she thinks
that he is referring to her upcoming championship match against
Mystic. But, as important as
that match is, Salvatore Kingsley has other things in mind for Glory
Braddock. The scene opens out in front of the huge Collins
Estate in The limo driver exits and walks around to the
back. He opens the door and
out steps Salvatore Kingsley.
Following him is the reigning GDW World Heavyweight Champion Glory
Braddock. The dress is a rich
shade of olive green, which seems to contrast nicely with Glory’s skin
tone and hair color. A sea of multi colored sequins trails down from the
sweetheart neckline to somewhere around the mid thigh region, allowing
breaks of the dresses chiffon material to poke through. The dress is held
up by a pair of thin spaghetti straps. Her hair is straightened and hangs
down past her shoulders, looking very styled and posh. A pair of simple
black heels compliments the look.
Salvatore Kingsley is attired in a black and white suit
combo. The look etched across Glory’s face tells the whole
story: she would rather not be at this party right now. She wouldn’t exactly be up for
preparing for her cage match against Mystic either. But she’d much rather be doing
that than be here at this party.
She just doesn’t feel right partying when her father is
missing. Kingsley, though, will have none of it. As they walk arm in arm towards
the entrance Salvatore leans over to whisper into her
ear. Kingsley:
Please, Ms. Braddock, do try and enjoy yourself
tonight. Glory: I
wish it were that easy, mate. Kingsley frowns. He knows that she is still
focusing too much attention on her father. And when she’s not doing that,
she’s thinking about her championship steel cage match against
Mystic. This is a bad thing. Salvatore Kingsley recognizes that Glory is still
too distracted. He hopes this
party of Meagan’s will help loosen her up. He hopes that it will help her to
forget about her problems. And if not, then he always has a plan
B. Kingsley:
Just remember, your friend Meagan Collins is throwing this
party. Glory rolls her eyes. Glory: I
know, I know, and I should try to enjoy myself for her sake, right? Bloody hell, you sound like my
mum…. Glory immediately stops as she mentions her
mother. The mention of her
mother just brings back more painful memories as well as the shocking
realization that both her parents may very well be dead
now. No, she thinks to herself. That cannot be true. Her father has to be alive. He just has to
be. She doesn’t know how she’d get by without
him. The front door is opened by the doorman for Glory
and Salvatore. Immediately as
they enter they hear fancy music being played. The large ball room is decorated
to the tilt. Glory casts a
glance at the tables. The
silverware, trays, and plates are all gold plated. Meagan, indeed, has gone all out for this
party. This kind of luxury and comfort is in a deep
contrast to the pain and suffering that both Glory and Mystic will have to
endure on Friday Night Fever when they compete inside of the steel cage
for the World Heavyweight and Revolution Championships. Glory just hopes that she can pull
off the win. Glory and Salvatore start to walk over towards a
table but are almost immediately stopped by the approaching Meagan
Collins. Meagan:
GLORY! Glory and Salvatore turn around. Glory grins from ear to ear as her
friend approaches. Glory
walks over and embraces her in a hug. Neither lady notices that
Salvatore rolls his eyes upon Meagan’s approaching. He wishes she weren’t here. She, too, is another
distraction. But she is a
distraction that he’ll have to just put up with for the time
being. Meagan: I am
so glad you decided to come, Glory.
This party is for you after all. Glory furrows her brow out of
confusion. Glory: For
me? Meagan: Well
for all of Suffrage! We did
win big time at Desperate Measures, did we not? Glory shrugs her shoulders. She’s not sure she would call two
wins, a loss, and a no contest a big win but still, The Mercenaries have
been defeated and Suffrage is the only group left in GDW now. So perhaps there is reason to
celebrate? Glory: I
guess. Meagan: Of
course we did! And look at
who all is here…. Meagan points over to a corner. Shawn Atlas is here yelling at a
French poodle dog. Meagan:
Shawn Atlas came. Meagan points over to another corner. Mike Michaels is making out with
his wife Coral Marie. Meagan:
Mikey is here. And then Matt
well…….he couldn’t come. Glory: He
couldn’t? Meagan:
Nope, he’s busy plotting world domination or something. But anyway, you and your advisor
go, mingle, and have fun.
Ok? Glory nods. Glory: I’ll
do my best, mate. Glory sighs.
Doing her best is about all she can do. As she said, she’s not exactly in
the partying mood tonight.
Her father is missing and she has to face off against a lunatic in
a cage match in a week for her world title. Glory walks over and finds a table to sit down
at. Salvatore quickly follows
her. Playing the role of
gentlemen he pulls out the chair for her, allowing Glory to sit down
before scooching it back in for her.
Salvatore then sits down across from her at the
table. Kingsley:
You don’t look happy. Glory frowns. Glory: I’ll
tell you what, love, lets see your father get kidnapped and see what it
does to your mood. Kingsley:
Yes, I know, I am very sorry about your father. But you should try to enjoy
yourself, if only for tonight. Glory opens her mouth to respond but then she feels
a tapping on her shoulder.
She turns to see her tag team partner and Suffrage stablemate
Angela Jameson standing there. Angela stands there, dressed in a simple, yet
elegant floor length sleeveless royal purple gown with silver beaded
straps and matching trim along the edge of the low back. Her shoes are
simple silver heeled sandals and her hair is curled slightly, with the
sides pulled back from her face and being held in place by a simple silver
comb. Angela:
There you are. I……oh, I’m sorry. Am I interrupting
anything? Kingsley shakes his head. Kingsley:
Not at all. You ladies talk
while I get a drink. Kingsley gets up and walks over towards the refreshments table. Glory sighs and shakes her head. Glory: Fancy
seein’ you here, mate. Angela: I
almost didn't come, given what happeend at Desperate Measures. But Meagan
DID say that this was for Suffrage, and really, who can say no to both
that and to her? Glory shakes her head. Glory: I
could. I wanted to. But Kingsley there wanted me to
come. Said it would help
clear my head. Glory laughs. Glory: But
how the hell can you party when your father has been
kidnapped? Angela: Good
point. If it were my father, I'd be partying like there was no tomorrow.
Have you heard anything about your dad? Glory: Not a
word. And yet I can’t help
but think this somehow ties into my wrestling career. I can’t help but think that
someone is out to get me. I
doubt its that Homeless Hobo though.
Kidnapping my father would’ve been a brilliant mind game to play
heading into our steel cage encounter but I doubt Mystic contains the
mental acumen to perform such a task. Angela:
Mystic doesn't strike me as the rocket scientist or MENSA type. How he
became Union president is beynd me. Anywho, are there any other relatives
that you have besides Angelica that you could get ahold of? Someone who
might know something else? Glory frowns. Glory: I
contacted all my relatives back in Angela chews on her lower lip, contemplating her
thoughts. Angela: Stop
me anytime you want, but it MIGHT be worth checking into. Maybe for two
minutes, this whole war can be put on the back burner and you can talk to
the lesser of the two evils without wanting to crack some
skulls. Glory: Funny
you should suggest that, mate.
Angelica spoke to me at Desperate Measures. Wished me luck in my match. Didn’t believe her for a second
but you know, she reminded me that despite our differences……we are still
cousins. Angela: Yes,
yes you are. Still, it might be worth looking into. What have you got to
lose? Glory nods. Glory: Quite
right, mate. Quite
right. At that time Kingsley steps back into view, sitting
back down at the table with his drink. Kingsley: I
hope you two ladies enjoyed yourselves. And I hate to be a bother, but Ms.
Jameson I have to ask you to give us some time alone for just a
moment. My client and I have
an important matter to discuss. Angela: Not
a problem. I was going to go find Meagan anyway. Angela gets up and goes off in search of
Meagan. This leaves Kingsley
and Glory alone. Glory is not happy that Kingsley ran Angela
off. And she is about to let
him have it. Kingsley:
Glory…. Glory looks up at Kingsley and shoots him an angry
look. Glory:
That’s Braddock, love. Ms
Braddock to you and anyone else who wants to talk to me. Got
that? Salvatore nods. Kingsley:
Right. Ms. Braddock, you
really need to calm yourself. Try to enjoy the night. Your friends are here. Why don’t you mingle with them and
have fun? Glory:
Because I cannot have fun! Glory has had enough. She gets up out of her seat and
walks over to Kingsley. She
stands over him, glaring down at him menacingly. Glory: My
father is gone. I have no
bloody idea where he is. And
somehow I have to put that out of my mind and focus on a match against
that homeless idiot Mystic.
And its not just any match, mind you. It’s a steel cage match! Do you have any idea what that
means? Kingsley:
I…. Glory shakes her head and speaks up, not allowing
Kingsley to answer. Glory: No,
you don’t have any idea what that means. But let me tell you what, mate, my
world title is in major jeopardy, my father is missing, and my entire
world is coming apart around me.
So I apologize if I am not exactly in a partying
mood. Glory turns and storms away towards the
bathrooms. She’s had enough
of Kingsley’s crap. She just
wants to be alone right now and think. Maybe its time to rethink her future with
Kingsley. Sure, as her
advisor he has helped her gain a world championship, but he doesn’t appear
to be too kind or caring towards her personal issues right
now. Glory enters the women’s bathroom. This will be a good, private place
to think. She
hopes. Glory checks herself out in the mirror. What she sees is a picture of
loveliness on the outside. On
the inside is a warrior hell bent on retaining her championship by any
means necessary at Friday Night Fever. This is a woman with mixed
emotions: those of fear and anguish and those of anger and
determination. Suddenly without warning a hand reaches around
behind Glory and covers her mouth with a washcloth containing some
liquid! She tries to get a
good look at who it is……Eva!
Eva Draco! That’s all
she can make out before Gory blacks out. -------------------- Glory was blacked out and unconscious for God knows
how long until she finally wakes up.
She blinks several times and rubs her eyes. She stands up and tries to regain
her bearings. She looks
around but doesn’t recognize where she is. It looks like an old church
building but there is no crucifix at the front. Instead a statue of a dragon is
mounted. There’s one other oddity about this place. On the altar is a large sharp
knife used for sacrifices and next to the knife is a body, the unconscious
body of Glen Braddock. Glory:
Daddy! Glory rushes up towards the altar. She pushes her head up against his
chest. Thankfully she hears a
heartbeat. “He is
alive.” Glory spins around. To her surprise she finds
Salvatore Kingsley and Eva Draco standing there. Both are wearing strange red
robes. Glory:
Sally, Eva….what the bloody hell is this about?! Kingsley:
This is about destiny, Ms. Braddock.
In particular your destiny. Glory:
Destiny?! My father is here
on this fookin’ slab, apparently you’re the cause, and all you can ramble
about is some bloody destiny crap?! Kingsley nods. Kingsley:
Its all about destiny, Glory.
You see, Ms. Draco and I are part of an ancient group calling
ourselves the Order of the Dragon.
The Order’s sole purpose for always has been to influence and
control all parts of world government, whether it be political or
corporate. Members of The
Order help give other members the life that they want, that they
deserve. Kingsley nods towards Eva, as if signaling her to
continue the speech. Draco: But
the Order lately has died out.
Mr. Kingsley and I are among the last surviving ancestors of former
members of the Order. It is
our hope that we can bring it back to its former glory. Each chapter is composed of four
parts and each individual is one of the four parts. And we would like you to complete
us, become the fourth part, creating the first Order of the Dragon chapter
in nearly a century. Glory shakes her head
vehemently. Glory: Are
you two loopers?! What the
hell are you two gits talking about?! I’m not about to join any
cult! Besides, there are only
two of you. Draco: You
are mistaken. There is a
third. Without warning another hooded individual steps
into view. They remove their
hood to reveal their identity…..Glory’s mother, Mary
Ford! Glory:
…..mum? But
you’re…. Mary nods. Mary: That’s
right, Gloria. I had to have
you believe that as part of your transition period. You needed to become one of us and
enduring that was part of the process. In fact, everything Mr. Kingsley
and Ms. Draco have done for you lately has been part of the process. There is just one final piece of
the puzzle left that will forever make you a member of our
Order. Draco: A
human sacrifice. Glory’s eyes grow wide with terror. She turns her head back down to
notice her still unconscious father with the sacrificial knife next to his
body. That’s what the knife
is for. That’s why he was
kidnapped. They expect Glory
to murder her own father. Glory: I
can’t do it. Mary: But
Glory, think of what you could have by accepting membership in the
Order. You would be superior
even to your cousins. Glory’s curiosity is immediately
peaked. Glory:
Mary nods. Mary:
Indeed. She could’ve been a
part of all this but we chose you instead. Glory is
stunned. She doesn’t know how
to respond to all of this.
She isn’t given much time to think about it, though, for Eva slowly
starts to approach Glory. Eva
takes the knife in her hand and hands it to
Glory. Draco: Take
this knife and use it to take the life of this pitiful soul. Him breathing his last breath will
seal his fate and grant you membership in our
Order. Glory grasps the knife in her hand. Her eyes steel up with
determination. There is no
indecision here. She knows
what to do. Glory drops the knife onto the ground. She shakes her
head. Glory: I
will not do it. Mary: What
do you mean?! Glory:
Exactly what I said, mum! You
said that this was my destiny, that I was chosen. You said that I would be superior
to Angelica…..BULLSHIT! It’s
a load of crap! You wanted
Angelica but you couldn’t get her.
I was the sloppy seconds! Kingsley:
Well it is true that Angelica had crossed our minds
initially…… Glory: And
that is your group is full of shite and I will not kill my
father! Mary: Listen
to reason, Glory. Your father
is a bum and doesn’t deserve to live. Glory shakes her head. Glory: I’ve
made up my mind. Kingsley reaches into his robe and produces a
gun. Kingsley:
Then you’ve made a fatal mistake, child. Suddenly the door is heard being kicked in. Everyone turns around to see
police charging into the room.
Kingsley, realizing he is beaten, drops his gun and the police
immediately get to work arresting him, Mary, and
Eva. Bringing up the rear after all the police have come
in are Angelica and Kayla Jones.
Despite their in ring differences, the trio meet in the center of
the room and embrace in a hug. Angel: Oh
God, Glory, are you ok? Glory: Yeah,
I’m fine. But how did you
find me? Kayla grins. Kayla: You
can thank Angela for that.
She saw your associates carrying you off and thought it looked just
a little suspicious so she called the police…. Angel: ….and
us. Glory casts Angelica a doubtful look. Angelica responds by shrugging her
shoulders. Angel:
What? I guess Angela isn’t as
evil as I thought. Kayla: The
important thing is that you are safe. Indeed Glory is safe. But she just found out that her
mother faked her death and was part of a freakish cult all of her life and
she never knew. She also is
rethinking her cousins, Angelica and Kayla. Glory no longer thinks they are as
bad as Meagan perhaps makes them out to be. Tonight changed Glory’s life
forever. -------------------- The
Promo Friday Night Fever will bear witness to one of the
biggest main events in the history of the show as Mystic and Glory
Braddock face off for both the Revolution and World Heavyweight titles in
a steel cage match. The last time they fought was at Desperate Measures
and it ended in a no contest thanks to interference from Brian
Blades. This time, thanks to
the steel cage, there will be no outside interference. Glory and Mystic will both step
into the cage but only one will step out with all the
gold. The winner will most likely end up defending the
world title at Survival of the Fittest in the elimination triangle match
that will feature Glory,
Mystic, and Brian Blades.
Glory Braddock wants to be the one defending the gold at that pay
per view and she wants to finally own a major victory over
Mystic. Our scene opens out on a hill overlooking what
appears to be a stockade wall made up of brown wooden boards. It’s a bright sunny day out and
the sky is blue. It’s a nice
day for a promo, don’t ya think? It is at that time that Glory Braddock steps out
into view of the camera. She
is wearing blue jeans, flip flops, and a black “GDW” t-shirt. Her long dark hair hangs down to
shoulder length and she has her GDW World Heavyweight Championship title
belt draped over her right shoulder. Glory:
Bleedin’ deadly site, isn’t it mate?
If you’re not sure what this “bleedin’ deadly site” is, then allow
me to educate you. This is
Andersonville Prison, officially This applies
to you and me, Mystic, because we are competing in a steel cage match for
the world heavyweight and revolution championships. Two titles up for grabs in a steel
cage. We’ll be enduring some
pretty harsh conditions all for what we believe
in. Glory hoists the world title belt high over her
head. Glory: This
right here. The blood we
shed, the sweat, the tears, all of it for this. Is it worth it, you ask? Ask the Union troops who had to
endure the tough conditions at But what
about you, Homeless Homo, do you even have what it takes to fight
on? Glory grins and flicks her hair
back. Glory:
That’s just
a taste of the kind of conditions that soldiers endured back in the day
here at The scene slowly changes. The scene of Glory: Let
me tell you something, Mystic; I know your history. I know that extreme matches are
your forte. I know,
therefore, that most people will be betting on you to win this steel cage
match because, in their feeble little minds, this is your home turf and
these are your rules. This is
your game. Glory shakes her head. Glory: I cry
bullshit on that one! What
they don’t realize and, perhaps, what you don’t even realize, is that my
battles with you lately have changed me. I mean, how can you not be changed
after competing in hardcore matches, steel cage of death matches, and
Apocalypse Matches? Do you get
the picture yet, you Hungarian Horse’s Arse? Is it sinking in yet you
Homosexual Hero? I’m ready
for you in any type of match you can put me in! I am the world heavyweight
champion not by chance, not by luck, but because I am the total fucking
package! I can beat you in a
straight up match, I can beat you in the air, I can beat you in a street
fight, and on Friday Night Fever I will prove to you that I can beat you
inside of a steel cage. You would’ve
lost to me at Desperate Measures were it not for Blades. You know that deep down in your
gut. But this time Blades
won’t be there to save your sorry arse. Its just you and me in the
cage. See you
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