Kimberly Williams vs. Gavin Taylor vs. Chris Dumont vs. Veronica Strader

[Konrad Raab]

2 RP Limit for singles

3500 Word Limit Per RP

Deadline: 11:59:59 pm ET Wednesday, October 16, 2024

[The Matt]

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October 13th, 2024
Massachusetts
Off Camera
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Kimberly Williams had an uneventful night on Breakdown in Buffalo. Outside of a rather unique game she was playing with her stuffed penguin plushy pal Wasley, nothing of note happened to The Woman Scorned. Sure, she was called out yet again by the Fall of Man. But once again she plans to ignore them. They may be a threat to SCW but Kimberly has no desire to save SCW. She has no desire to play hero and stop this group from wreaking havoc. As far as Kim is concerned, let them do whatever they want and let the blood they spill be on her hands. She doesn’t care. Let someone else step up to stop the Fall of Man. It isn’t Kimberly’s concern, it isn’t her responsibility. The Woman Scorned only has one concern and one concern alone; to recapture the SCW Underground Championship. This puts two people square on her radar screen; the current number one contender, Brittany Lohan, as well as the new champion YUSA of The Shining Maidens.

Ordinarily Kim would go back to her old tricks and utilize the strategy that has always worked best; create as much chaos as possible and force SCW’s hand, force them to give her what she wants. The Woman Scorned is doing everything she can to resist the urge to do just that; but her mother, Angelica Jones, who has been her advocate and manager in SCW for quite some time now, has encouraged her to work her way back up to the championship match. She has urged her to prove that she is worthy of the one on one rematch she claims she rightfully deserves. This week on Breakdown, Kimberly finds herself in a unique opportunity to not only prove herself but also to spread her own brand of chaos in the process. The Woman Scorned finds herself in a four way against Gavin Taylor, Veronica Strader, and Chris Dumont. One fall to a finish, sudden death, anything could happen in this match. This four way match is practically right down Kim’s wheelhouse. Gavin Taylor might not be an Underground All Star (pun intended) but Strader and Dumont are well known for their love to fight. Kimberly Williams recognizes this as an opportunity to make a statement.

Still, not all is well with Kimberly Williams. Sure, she may be back where she feels most comfortable, back where she feels she truly belongs, but not everything feels right with the eccentric redhead, at least not internally, not emotionally. Her mind is still a whirlwind of doubt and confusion. This is what brings her out hiking through the dense wilderness of Massachusetts this Sunday afternoon. The wilderness surrounding the self-proclaimed Queen of the Death Match is dense; the tall trees forming a canopy that allows only slivers of sunlight to filter through, casting long, eerie shadows along the forest floor. The ground is covered with a thick layer of fallen leaves, moss, and the smell of damp earth, mingling with the scent of pine. Birds call out sporadically, and the rustle of unseen creatures moving in the underbrush keeps the forest alive with sound. Kim herself makes her way through this wilderness wearing torn black jeans that hug her legs, a simple, plain black t-shirt that is loose and well worn, and heavy black boots that leave deep impressions in the damp earth as she navigates the forest with confident strides. Her natural red hair, wild and unruly, peeks out slightly from beneath a black wig that’s deliberately messy, adding to her eccentric persona. Kimberly walks with purpose, her mismatched gait suggesting someone who knows the land but doesn’t belong to it; an outsider who is comfortable with the strange. She reaches a small clearing, where the trees give way to a patch of disturbed earth. There, half-hidden by tall grass and creeping vines, is what appears to be an unmarked grave. No headstone, no markings; just a subtle mound of earth that most would miss. But Kimberly knows this grave all too well. It is the final resting place of the woman who raised her, her former guardian Emma Floreschu. Kimberly pauses, her hand absentmindedly brushing a lock of the red hair that has escaped from her wig. Her vivid green eyes, sharp and calculating, scan the site with a quiet intensity. She crouches beside the grave, her fingers tracing the uneven soil as if trying to read the secrets buried beneath it. There’s an odd smile on her face, somewhere between curiosity and mischief, as if this grave, in the middle of nowhere, is exactly what she expected to find.

“There you are!” Kim snickers. “At least, I assume you’re down there somewhere. Maybe I should dig you up and see if you are still fabulously dead as the last time I saw you?” Kimberly laughs as she sticks her ear to the ground, as if she were listening for some spirit to speak to her from the grave itself. Then she sits up and shrugs her shoulders. “You never were much for talking, Emma. Maybe that’s why I killed you? No, wait, I remember now. I killed you because you ruined my entire fucking life!” She takes the black wig she has been wearing and rips it off. She drops it on the unmarked grave.

“I even wore black for the occasion. I know you always preferred me with black hair. My natural red locks reminded you too much of my true heritage. Black represents the black heart you wanted me to have. You wanted to create within me a black heart to match yours. And I gotta admit, you were damn near successful. I almost turned out just like you. You wanted me to hate my family, the Jones family, as much as you hated them. When you told me that I had a twin sister…and when I learned how famous she was…” she snickers nastily “...oh I was so damn jealous, so damn envious, and that’s what you wanted. You wanted me to be crazy jealous of Marie. I was so jealous of my twin that I went as far as to kidnap her and convince the whole damn laughing world that I was her. You did that, Emma. You made me that crazed. Congratulations.” She throws her head back and laughs.

“But life is full of irony, isn’t it, Emma? I have essentially taken Marie’s spot as the most popular of the two of us. Being so damn popular isn’t as easy as I thought it would be. Actually, it’s quite stressful. Trying to be everything for everyone, just to maintain that popularity. But then I realized my mistake. I was popular not because I was going for cheap pops, I was popular not because I was changing myself just for the cheers of the fans. I was most popular when I was my own demented, eccentric, crazy self. I didn’t have to be the kind of hero my mother or my sister was to be popular. Hell, being a hero is too much of a goddamn burden for me. Carrying that kind of burden is enough to drive anyone crazy and it drove me even crazier than I already was.” She nods her head.

“I made a legitimate attempt at normalcy. I made a legitimate attempt to become the kind of person my sister is; but I was never meant to be normal.” She shakes her head. “This right here, Crazy Kim, that’s who I am. This is who I was meant to be. Any chance of my being normal was stolen from me the moment you entered my life, Emma.” Kimberly stands up and glares angrily down at the unmarked grave. Then she spits on it. “Thanks for ruining my life, Emma. Rest in hell.”

The snapping of twigs is heard. Kim hears this and immediately freezes in place. She was followed but by whom? The Woman Scorned breathes a sigh of relief as she realizes it can only be one person. She turns around to find her identical twin sister, Marie Jones, standing there nearby. Unlike Kimberly’s chaotic appearance, Marie is composed and understated, dressed in a simple yet practical outfit: a fitted denim jacket over a plain white t-shirt, dark jeans, and hiking shoes. Her hair, the same fiery red as Kimberly’s natural hair, is neatly tied back in a ponytail, revealing her sharp features. While the two women share the same striking green eyes, Marie’s gaze is calm and questioning, in contrast to Kimberly’s startled and guarded look. Marie’s presence seems to shift the atmosphere, making the forest feel less eerie but no less tense. She steps closer, brushing a low-hanging branch out of her way, her expression a mix of concern and quiet determination. Kimberly’s hands twitch nervously at her sides, the calm confidence she carried moments ago now replaced with the shock of seeing someone she wasn’t prepared for.

“What are you doing here, Marie?”

“I could ask you the same thing.”

“I told you to wait in the car.” Kim says with a frustrated sigh.

“And I got worried about you.” Marie says. “You just haven’t been acting like yourself lately. And then this, you wanted to come out here and why? What is this place, anyway?”

“I knew I shouldn’t have let you come.” Kim rolls her eyes.

“Too bad, I’m here now and I want to know what this is all about.” Marie places a hand on her shoulder. “I am your sister, Kim. I am worried about you.”

“There’s nothing to be worried about.” Kimberly insists. “Trust me, I am fine.”

“Are you? I mean, I still think back to Apocalypse and how you chose to handle that situation with Waylon Creek and the Fall of Man.”

“You didn’t have to help me.”

“I know but I wanted to, because you are my sister and I want to support you. And quite frankly, Creek had it coming. But still, that isn’t like you.”

“What? Creek and SCW had no idea who would actually be fighting that night.” A sinister grin forms on her face. “No one knew what would happen until the trap was sprung. It was beautiful, glorious chaos. And that is definitely me, sis. Chaos, mayhem, unpredictability…that’s me. Going out there and fighting the good fight because the Fall of Man are bad, because my good name was challenged, that is predictable and not me. Fighting the good fight is the role of the hero and that is you, Marie. I realized that I have spent far too much time trying to be like you and where did it get me? I lost the Underground Championship. I lost focus because I was too busy trying to be a hero. I am no hero and that is not a role I am even remotely interested in learning how to play.” She sighs. “If that’s a role you want to play, go ahead. But I’m not interested.”

There is a tense pause as Kimberly and Marie stare into each other’s eyes. Marie can sense that there is something else about this that is bothering Kim. She just can’t seem to put her finger on it. Not yet, anyway.

“Where are we, Kim? Why did you hike all the way out here?”

“You really want to know?”

“Yes.” Marie insists, nodding her head. Kimberly sighs and kneels back down next to the unmarked grave.

“This is…this is where Emma is buried.”

“Emma?” Marie’s eyes grow wide with shock. “As in…mom’s rival? The woman who tried to destroy her life?”

“The one and the same.”

“Well I guess that confirms the fact that she’s dead.” Marie says matter of factly as she kneels down next to her sister. “I mean, it has been nearly a decade since any of us had heard from her. We suspected she had been dead. But…how did you know?”

“Do you really want me to answer that?” Kim asks with a wicked grin. Marie shakes her head.

“I suppose not.”

“Emma raised me. Yes, Angelica is my mother, biologically speaking, but she didn’t raise me, she never got the chance to raise me. Emma raised me and all of her psychotic, sociopathic, twisted, corrupt philosophies warped my mind permanently.”

“But mom and I, we took you in.” Marie insists. “We accepted you and…”

“Yes, you accepted me as one of the family, and I appreciate that, but what you and mom fail to realize is that I will never ever be like either of you. Our half-sister, Jessica, she doesn’t particularly like me. She just tolerates me. And that’s because she knows the truth…” Kim sighs “...that I will never truly be a Jones.”

Marie stands back up, as does Kim. Marie shakes her head. “Is that what this nonsense is all about? You don’t feel like you belong? After all this time of being a part of this family and you still don’t feel like you are a Jones?”

“Partially…” Kim sighs and shrugs her shoulders “...I mean, legitimately I do feel that there is much more I can accomplish in the Underground. I legitimately enjoy that kind of combat as opposed to the traditional wrestling style. I am also legitimately irked that people like Juneau McFrosty can get their one on one guaranteed title rematches but when I lost the Underground Title to whatshername months ago, I have to settle for a four way dance?” Kim shakes her head. “I am going to raise hell in the Underground Division until I get my one on one rematch at the title, regardless of who the title holder happens to be.”

“Fair enough, I suppose.” Marie places her hand back on Kim’s shoulder. “But you ARE one of us, you ARE a Jones. You are family.”

“I may be family by blood but am I really family? Am I really like any of the rest of you?” Kimberly shakes her head. “Nah, not really. Let’s face facts. My mind is permanently scarred. I am a psychopath. But that’s ok. I am ok with that.” Kim turns her head, not wanting to look at her sister. Marie, though, embraces her in a tight hug.

“It breaks my heart seeing you like this. It really does.”

“Don’t feel bad for me.” Kim says in a far more light hearted tone that contrasts sharply with the more somber mood of this conversation. “I am perfectly happy with who I am.”

“I just wish there was something I could do to help.”

“You don’t need to do anything.” Kim insists. “I’m fine, honest. But you can do me one favor.”

“What is it? Anything.”

“Don’t tell mom about any of this.” Kim winks. “You know how she gets. She gets wind of what I told you and she’ll be all motherly and shit and want to help. But I don’t NEED any help.”

“Well…” Marie shrugs “...mothers will be motherly.”

“Cute.” Kim snickers. “But I am serious, don’t tell her.”

“Ok, I won’t say a word.” Marie pretends to zip her lines. “My lips are sealed.”

“Good.” Kim starts to walk away. “Come on, let’s go. I have a busy week ahead.”

“You sure do.” Marie says as she follows Kim’s lead through the dense forest. “Gavin, Strader, and Dumont in one match. You wanted chaos, you’ll get it with those three.”

“Strader and Dumon, at least.” Kim snickers. “But Gavin? I think he fears the Underground. I’ll give him REASON to fear it.”

“This is a good opportunity for you, y’know? You win this, you beat those three, and add that to the fact that you never did get your one on one rematch like you said, then you have a really strong case to get a title shot in the future.”

That is the goal, Kim thinks to herself. She feels as if she still has more to contribute to the Underground and this coming Breakdown is her opportunity to prove it. Officially it may not be an Underground Rules Match but this is four competitors, one fall to a finish, so chaos and violence is highly likely. In all honesty, this is an Underground Match and Kimberly plans to make her point, to make her intentions known at the expense of her three opponents. She is no longer a hero. She never was a hero. She an agent of chaos and she plans to bring her brand of chaos back to the SCW Underground Division.

Still, more troubling thoughts linger in the back of her mind. Kimberly is biologically Marie’s sister, she is biologically Angelica’s daughter, but she still doesn’t feel as if she truly belongs. She doesn’t feel as if she really is a Jones. She is something else entirely. But what is she? Who is she?

[CowgirlsFromHell]

Delicate Weapon Part One

[The Matt]

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October 15th, 2024
Boston, Massachusetts
Off Camera
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It has been just a couple of days since Kimberly Williams and her identical twin sister Marie Jones ventured into the wilderness to be at the unmarked grave that contains the remains of Emma Floreschu, the woman who is arguably most responsible for Kim’s own twisted, corrupt, chaotic personality. At least, Kimberly blames it on her. Kim blames her seeming inability to reach normalcy, her inability to accept normalcy, on the corrupt manipulations of the woman who served as her guardian from infancy to age eighteen. The Woman Scorned ventured out into the Massachusetts wilderness hoping to find some answers, to find some peace of mind, and maybe hoping to find some acceptance of who she is. She was only partially successful. The Woman Scorned is definitely accepting of who she is; she is happy being the eccentric, somewhat unhinged “Crazy Kim” that her fans have grown to love and adore. Kim accepts that is who she is and she is happy with it. What she still has a problem with is her place within her true family, the Jones family. Despite insistence from her sister, Kim still does not feel as if she truly belongs in the Jones family. Despite everything that Marie and their mother Angelica have done for her, to help her and guide her, Kim still does not feel as if she really is a Jones. To be perfectly honest, Kim isn’t sure who she really is or where she really fits in. But for now, she feels as if she fits in most closely with her father’s family; the Williams family. Kimberly recalls all too well the story she heard about her father Sean Williams, now deceased, and her uncle Douglas Williams, now incarcerated in a prison. Douglas was convicted of several murders in the Boston area and Sean was strongly suspected of being involved as well. They truly were monsters. Is Kimberly a monster just like them? Kimberly seems to enjoy unbridled violence. She seems constantly drawn back to the SCW Underground Division; the one division in SCW where Kim has free reign to be as violent as she wants without anyone to tell her otherwise.

It isn’t just her preference for hardcore wrestling and death match wrestling that makes her think that maybe she is just simply a monster like her father and uncle. Like her father and uncle, Kim has blood on her hands. Emma is dead because of Kim. When Kim learned that it was Emma who had ruined her life through manipulation, when Kim learned it was Emma who set her up to get locked up in an insane asylum, she took it all to heart, she resented Emma, and she made her pay by taking her life. She buried Emma where no one would find her. And Emma, being a woman who always “stayed off the grid” so to speak, would never be missed. Kimberly has yet to feel any tinge of guilt over it. She felt Emma deserved it. Kimberly uses the Williams name not out of pride, not to honor her paternal family, but out of a symbolic scarlet letter. She uses the name out of shame, because internally she feels she is just as evil as her father and uncle.

These thoughts linger in her mind but she puts on a brave face. She knows she has bigger fish to fry as Breakdown comes to her hometown of Boston, Massachusetts. It is Kimberly’s big chance to make an impact and make a statement as she attempts to reclaim her spot in the Underground Division. Normally on this day she would be in Baltimore, visiting with her good friend Larry Dempsey. Kim and Larry spent time in the same mental hospital for their own respective psychoses. They were both deemed rehabilitated and released but they never lost touch. Their friendship remains steadfast and strong and they always kept in touch in order to help guide each other through the aftermath. But with Breakdown and SCW coming to Boston this week, Larry decided to change the venue. Instead of Kim making the trek to Baltimore to see him, he would travel down to Boston to see her. In this case, she and Larry find themselves in the play area of a Burger King.

Kimberly’s clothing is a mismatched collection of bold colors and quirky patterns, as though she selected her outfit without much regard for conventional style. She’s wearing an oversized, brightly striped sweater, one sleeve slightly longer than the other, paired with a floral skirt that flares out at her knees. Her leggings are a mismatched pair of polka dots on one leg and zigzags on the other, and her shoes are high-top sneakers, one bright pink, the other neon green. The Woman Scorned stands out amidst the colorful plastic tubes and slides that wind through the room. Next to her is Larry Dempsey. He’s dressed more conservatively in a plain button-up shirt and jeans. He’s the calm, grounding presence to Kimberly’s whirlwind energy. Larry is sitting on one of the plastic benches, his elbows on his knees, watching Kimberly with a fond yet bemused expression as she balances herself on the edge of the ball pit, as if contemplating diving in. His dark hair is neatly combed, and his glasses are slightly askew, giving him a scholarly look that contrasts sharply with the playful chaos around him.

“You can’t be serious about jumping in?” Larry asks with a jovial tone. Kim just laughs.

“Watch me!” And with that, refusing to turn down a dare, Kim jumps into the ballpit. The good news is that the play area is empty right now. Larry, for his sake, despite feeling a little flushed due to his friend acting up like this, cannot help but laugh out loud. He knows that this is just typical Kim.

“You should be careful, Kimberly. The staff here may not agree with a grown woman playing in a children’s area.”

“I am childlike, isn’t that close enough?” Kim asks as she pokes her head up from the ball pit.

“No, I’m afraid not.”

“Eh, well, it isn’t like there’s any other kiddos here, right?” She winks. “Besides, I passed the manager a wad of cash to keep her trap shut.”

“Fair enough, I suppose.” Larry sighs. “Although bribery is not very befitting of a lady like you.”

“Shut it, Lawrence of Arabia.” Kim exclaims as she exits the ball pit. She then starts to climb through the tubes. Larry chuckles.

“Careful, my dear. You might get stuck in those tubes.”

“I’ll be fine. I got some KABLAM Trademarked Lube just for the occasion!”

“What in God’s name is KABLAM?” Larry asks, obviously having never heard of the man mountain of SCW before. Kim giggles.

“You don’t wanna know.”

“Perhaps not.” Larry sighs. “But I must admit, this is a unique change of scenery. A Burger King instead of our usual Waffle House. And it is a nice change of pace seeing you on time for once.”

“That’s only because we’re meeting in Boston for a change instead of meeting in Baltimore!” Kim exclaims. “Thanks for that, by the way! It’s nice to know that I don’t have to travel to Baltimore for our usual meeting just to travel all the way back home to Boston for Breakdown.”

“It only seemed fair. Besides, you have a tough challenge ahead of you, correct?”

“Eh, I dunno if you call it challenging. Sure, I gotta fight three peeps in a four way dance, but the more people involved means the more chaotic it is, and the more chaos means the more advantage I have. Chaos is MY domain!” Kim emerges from the tube. She falls to the floor. “Weee! That was fun! Can I do it again?!”

“How about we talk first, my friend?” Larry says. Kim sticks her tongue out at Larry before pushing herself up. She approaches Larry and sits down next to him.

“Party pooper.” Kim sighs. “But if you insist. How are you doing with that new meds the shrink put you on?”

“Your family psychiatrist really is a wonder, Kimberly.” Larry says, gushing with praise. “The medicine has worked wonders. Those voices I had been hearing, they have all disappeared.”

“All gone?” Kim asks. “Thanks to the medicine?”

“Thanks to the medicine.”

“See what I told you?” Kim smirks. “It had nothing to do with the supernatural.”

“Yes, of course you were right.” Larry nods his head. “I just needed some encouragement and strength from my good friend to be brave enough to ask for help, to get the proper treatment.”

“You’re welcome!” Kim says cheerfully.

“And what about you?”

“Me?”

“Yes, if I recall, the last time we spoke you were dealing with your own issues.”

“I have plenty of issues. Issues of Sports Illustrated, issues of GQ, issues of Playgirl, issues of…”

“You know what I mean, my friend.” Larry says, abruptly interrupting Kim. “Do not try to sidestep the issue. Are you doing well?”

“I’m not having any problems with my dark side, if that’s what you’re worried about.” Kim folds her arms over her chest and pouts. “Marie gave me a rosary that belonged to our grandmother that was supposed to help me feel more connected to the family and not as drawn to the darkness.”

“Ah, a rosary.” Larry says. “Have you been praying it?”

“Sometimes, but not always.” Kim shrugs her shoulders. “I mean, I get why Marie gave it to me. It is a Jones family heir loom, passed onto our mother and then from her to Marie, and Marie gave it to me because she felt I was on a downward spiral. I know she means well and all. But…” her voice trails off.

“But what?”

“I still don’t feel as if I belong.” Kim shrugs her shoulders.

“Nonsense.” Larry insists. “They are your family. They love you. Of course you belong.”

“Its easy to say, Lawrence of Arabia, but not as easy to feel, and I just don’t feel it. And don’t get me wrong, it isn’t because of them. My sister, our mother, they’ve done everything right. They have done everything they can to make me feel welcome, to make me feel like a part of the family. But you know me, Larry, arguably better than them. You know the horrific things I have done. You know the awful secrets that no one else knows, not even my own family. So you should know that I am not like them. I am a monster.”

“You are no monster.”

“Thanks…” Kim chuckles “...but whether I am a monster or not, one thing is for certain and that is the fact that I am NOT a Jones. I am nothing like them.”

There is a long, tense pause. The air is thick as Larry stares at Kimberly. He can sense that she is troubled, more troubled than usual despite her attempts to mask it with her childishness on this day.

“This rosary you speak of…you said it belonged to your grandmother?”

“Yeah…but I never met her.”

“I see. What do you know about her?”

“Only what my mom has said.” Kim shrugs her shoulders. “She was Russian. Her family fled the Soviet Union and settled in the United States. She was brutally murdered and my mom was forced to watch it all happen. And that murder scarred my mom for life and arguably shaped her future and the future of the entire family going forward.” Kim chuckles. “Not much of a story, huh?”

“You’re right, my friend, there isn’t much to the story…yet.” Larry has a knowing gleam in his eyes. Kim detects it and immediately her curiosity is peaked.

“What are you getting at, Lawrence of Arabia?”

“Oh just something that just might interest you.” He says calmly. “You do enjoy doing detective work, am I right?”

“Kimlock Holmes AT YOUR SERVICE!” Kim playfully salutes him as if he were a superior officer. Larry chuckles.

“Very good. Because, my friend, I think perhaps you could heal some of those old gaping wounds in your soul if you simply knew more about your family…specifically, the Jones family.”

“My soul doesn’t have gaping wounds.” Kim remarks. “I’m a ginger, everyone knows gingers don’t have souls.”

“I’m being serious, Kimberly.” Larry responds. “Do some research, talk to your mother, see what she knows and go from there.”

“Eh, I dunno,” Kim shrugs her shoulders “she still hasn’t quite gotten over her mom dying. She may never get over it. Hell, if I bring it up she might lose it again.”

“Then be careful and cautious with your approach.” Larry says. “It just might help both of you.”

“You know what?” Kim nods her head. “I’ll do it. I’ll do it mainly because I have nothing better to do and it might be fun. But trust me on this, in terms of healing, it aint gonna work.” Kim shakes her head. “I am not and never will be a Jones.”

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October 16th, 2024
On Camera
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We open outside on a bright sunny day in Boston, Massachusetts. We find that the self-proclaimed Queen of the Death Match herself, Kimberly Williams, is definitely getting in style for her hometown appearance on Breakdown. She is wearing a navy blue Boston Red Sox hoodie, the team’s logo emblazoned across the chest in bold red letters. The sleeves are slightly pushed up, revealing a red long-sleeve undershirt peeking from beneath the hoodie’s cuffs. Around her neck, she wears a gray New England Patriots scarf, the team’s logo subtle but present, giving her outfit a touch of warmth. On her head, Kimberly sports a navy blue Boston Bruins beanie, its gold and black logo prominently stitched at the front. Her hair spills out from beneath it, the red contrasting vividly against the dark knit. Her dark torn jeans tuck into a pair of well-worn, black Boston Celtics sneakers, the iconic cloverleaf logo visible on the sides. Around her wrist, she has a sporty Boston Bruins watch, the black and gold design tying the outfit together.

“Chaos…” the one singular word that Kimberly seems to love so much “...beautiful, simple, glorious chaos. That’s all I’ve ever wanted, that is the art that I strive to create. I thrive in chaos. It is where I do my best work. And people ask why I want to return to the Underground? The Underground is the very epitome of chaos. Why would I want to be anywhere else? Sure, I might have been confused for a moment, distracted if you will by a nagging call to play hero. But I am no hero. I am no agent of truth, justice, and all that hogwash. I am an agent of chaos. The Underground is where I belong. And quite frankly, I still have a hell of a lot more left to give to the Underground. I still have more to do with the Underground Division. And the first item of business on the agenda for my return to the Underground Division to regain the SCW Underground Championship.”

“In the past when I set my sights on regaining what was rightfully mine, I chose the path of maximum chaos. I drove Shaun Cruiserweight batshit crazy and forced the entire SCW roster and all of its champions in a massive Trios Cash In all to regain my title. I have thrown my reputation out the window all in the name of going back to the throne of the Underground.” Kim chuckles and shakes her head. “Ah, good memories. But no worries, SCW. No worries, CHBK. I am going to be a good psychopath and be patient. I have yet to get my one on one rematch for the Underground Title but I can afford to wait. Whether I get my opportunity first, or second, whether I face YUSA or Lohan, it doesn’t really matter. That title is coming back home with me. I can afford to wait. Until then I am going to use this opportunity to remind everyone just who the hell runs the Underground Division. I am going to remind the world that title belt or no, I am still the Queen of the Death Match for a reason, I am going to prove why I am a certifiable psychotic Queen of Chaos.” A nasty, sinister laugh escapes her lips.

“The thing is about this business, about professional wrestling, is that the competitors think that they can control their own destinies. Gavin Taylor, an All Star, wants to be the center of attention. Veronica Strader and Chris Dumont, they just want to rip each other’s heads off. But all three of them want to make a statement on Breakdown. Individually, all three of you are formidable. And I am certain that all of you are making the same mistake everyone makes in this scenario. You think that you can control what happens.” The Woman Scorned shakes her head.

“One on one, perhaps. But the more individuals that are involved, the more factors that are involved, the less control you have. The less control you have means the more chaos is created. And there is no one on this roster who is more adept at chaos, no one who can thrive in a chaotic environment, more than me. The fact that this is a four way plays into MY hands! This is my home turf! This is my environment! It may not be Underground Rules but let’s face it, this is as chaotic an environment as you can get and you four will just make it even more chaotic. Dumont, Strader, you two are looking to beat the hell out of each other more than you are at gaining a victory.” She throws her head back and laughs. “Yes, bring the violence, bring the carnage, that’s what I want and you can best believe that I will bring just as much violence as you two.”

“Gavin…” she pauses and thinks for a moment “...well, you aren’t exactly an Underground All Star, now are you? You don’t exactly thrive in chaotic situations. This isn’t your ideal situation, now is it? You do better in a one on one situation. Will you stand tall in the face of the carnage and chaos and fight or will you run and hide? You may as well stand tall and take your beating like a man, Gavin, because you will not be able to run and hide from the chaos that I bring to the table. You will not survive what I bring to my hometown. Strader, Dumont, you will not survive either. Because Breakdown is coming back home to Boston, MY HOME, and I am making my return to my personal wheelhouse, to my kingdom, and I have my eyes set on the throne. Do you think I am going to sit idly by and let any of you beat me in my hometown, on what I have declared to be my return to the Underground?” She shakes her head. “Not a chance in hell.”

“Tomorrow I make a statement at your expense. Tomorrow I am going to remind the world who the hell I am and what I do best…what I do better than anyone else in this company…create chaos, carnage, and violence. We’re all going to war, and only one of us is walking away, and that one is me; Kimberly Williams, the Queen of Chaos, unlike anyone.” She winks at the camera. “See you soon, pals!”

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Delicate Weapon Part Two