Kimberly Williams vs. Brilliant Sun Princess YUSA

[Huddie]

Underground Rules
2 RP Limit for singles; 4 RP limit for tag; 8 RP limit for Tactical Warfare (No word limits)
Deadline: 11:59:59 pm ET Thursday, January 30, 2025

[The Matt]

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January 17th, 2025
Glendale, Arizona
Off Camera
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Frustration is the best word to describe the emotions and feelings that have been fueling Kimberly Williams as of late. She does a great job of hiding it through her craziness and fun loving antics, but the frustration is still there; frustrated that SCW will not give her a legitimate one on one opportunity to regain her SCW Underground Championship. She is a five time champion, she gave so much blood and flesh to entertain the fans and to make the Underground meaningful, she elevated the championship to peaks that it had never been before; the main event of the Rise To Greatness Pre-Show and later the main event of an SCW pay per view. The Woman Scorned feels as if she is owed. She lost the title last year thanks to interference from James Evans and her only title matches since then as a four way match at Rise To Greatness and then an elimination chamber at Under Attack. Are they afraid of giving her a legitimate one on one shot? Is the current champion, Colleen, just ducking her? Whatever the reason may be, Williams is frustrated and growing more annoyed. Now she is being tasked with facing YUSA of the Shining Maidens at Dogfight in Dusseldorf. While Kim would rather be challenging for the Underground Title, she can at least take solace knowing that this is Underground Rules, she is facing the most recent former Underground Champion. A victory here could potentially set her up for a future Underground Title Match. With that in mind, Kimberly plans to throw every bit of her death match rage and fury at YUSA when SCW rolls into Germany.

Her lack of Underground opportunities isn’t the only thing that has been frustrating The Queen of the Death Match lately. Kimberly recently was on a journey to learn more about her grandfather, Bart Jones, in hopes of connecting not only with his memory but finding out just where she fits in with the Jones family. She was always accepted by her blood relatives, the Joneses, but she never quite felt like she fit in. She never knew where she fit in. But now, after her trip overseas, after her trip to Poland where she learned the truth about what really happened to the late Bart Jones, she finally understands where she fits in. She knows what makes her a Jones. Yet despite this she feels a sense of frustration regarding a new truth she learned about her mother. Apparently Angelica Jones hasn’t been telling Kimberly the whole truth after all. Tonight, now that Breakdown has concluded, Kimberly plans to confront her mother about the truths she recently learned overseas.

Mother and daughter, Angelica and Kim, are walking in a dimly limit space backstage in the Desert Diamond Arena in Glendale, Arizona. Soft spotlights shine down from the ceiling, casting gentle shadows and illuminating various elements in the background, including tall shelving units and packing crates. Kimberly looks like her usual, laid back, chill self wearing a simple gray t-shirt with the SCW logo printed on the front, light blue and slightly faded jeans, and simple black converse sneakers. Her long red hair is worn loose and straight that cascades over past her shoulders.

Angelica, in stark contrast, is far more professional and refined; she is wearing a white crisp blouse with long sleeves rolled neatly at the cuffs, the blouse is tucked into a sharply tailored black pencil skirt with a hem that ends just above the knees. On her feet, she wears pale gray high heels with a subtle shine, their sleek design elevating her presence. Her reddish hair is more styled than Kim’s, swept to one side in a polished manner.

“Y’know something? I’m beginning to dislike DinoCHBK…”

“Don’t start.” Angelica shakes her head. “You can’t go running off yet another general manager. Remember the Shaun Cruze incident?”

“At least annoying Shaun Cruiserweight was fun. CHBKLMNOPQRS…

“Kim!”

“Sorry!” Kim feigns innocence. “But yeah, CHBK is beginning to piss me off.”

“Because he won’t just give you an Underground Title shot?”

“Precisely. And don’t go on some rant about how I need to earn it. I am a five time champion, tied for the record of most Underground Titles won. I have elevated that championship to new heights never before thought of. That title was just a joke before I held it. I put it into the main event scene. Now look at what happened to it. When YUSA held it, it was a toy for those anime obsessed girls. And now that Colleen holds it, no one even knows that the title exists because Colleen is a forgettable person. And me?” She sighs. “CHBK just up and forgot that I exist? He forgot to give me a chance to kick someone’s ass? I had to keep myself entertained with Jaina the past few weeks.”

“Well you don’t have to worry about it anymore.” Angelica shakes her head. “You have match at Dogfight in Dusseldorf. And it’s Underground Rules. You should be happy.”

“I AM happy that it’s Underground Rules. I AM happy that I can remind YUSA and everyone else who really runs this division. I am NOT happy that I still am not in line for a title shot.” She points an accusatory finger at Angelica. “What do I even pay you for?”

“You don’t pay me.” Angelica winks. “I’m your mother, remember?”

“Oh right…” Kim snickers “...that explains the crappy service. But still, if I beat the crap outta the former champ YUSA then maybe that will force CHBKLMNOPQRS…”

“KIM!” Angelica exclaims, again trying to get her daughter to focus.

“Right! Sorry! Just all those letters make me want to sing the alphabet. Anyway, yeah, I beat YUSA, I can force CHBK’s hand.”

“See? That is the right approach.” Angelica pats her daughter on the back. “Earning your title shot rather than griping is the way to earn your respect around the SCW locker room. And by playing by the rules and winning matches I can do a better job of advocating on your behalf to get you what you want.”

“What I’m hearing is that you’re talk to the dinosaur about getting me a title shot if I go through with this match against YUSA?”

“Exactly.”

“Great! Then I’ll do my job and bludgeon YUSA so much that she will just be a maiden, there won’t be anything shining about her.” Kim smirks knowingly.

“You do that, Kim.” Angelica remarks. “Oh, but uh, there is something else I wanted to ask you about real quick.”

“What’s that?”

“Your trip overseas to Poland.” Angelica remarks. “You’ve been back awhile now but you never told me what you learned. You never told me anything about your trip.”

Williams feels her emotions peak just for a moment. The reminder about her trip to Poland also brings back the memories of what she learned, not only while in Poland but what she learned when she returned home, when she spoke to the black sheep of the Jones family Anastasia Ivanova. What she learned, the truth that Angelica had been keeping, does upset Kim. She considers going off on her mother right then and there but decides against it. Instead Kim, having spotted a nearby vending machine, quickly turns and makes a beeline for it.

“Gotta make a pit stop!” Kim declares, hoping her mother won’t detect the obvious change in subject. “I have a craving for a Nutty Buddy! I love those things!”

“Kim…” Angelica follows her daughter towards the vending machine.

“Oh! There’s a Pepsi machine too! I need a Pepsi…”

“Quit changing the subject.” Angelica states. But Kim just fumbles through her pocket, ignoring her mother as she pulls out some cash and puts it into the vending machine.

“Nutty Buddy…” she pushes a button “...come to momma!”

“You’re not getting out of this.” Angelica smirks. “You went to Poland to learn about your grandfather, my father. And quite frankly, I’d love to hear about what you learned. I mean, he meant a lot to me and if there’s something you know…” Angelica’s voice trails off. Kim sighs as she reaches down, picks the Nutty Buddy out from the vending machine, and then turns to face her mother. She offers her the Nutty Buddy.

“Want one?”

“Not really.”

“Your loss.” Kim shrugs her shoulders.

“Just quit avoiding the topic.” Angelica says, her own frustrating beginning to show. “What happened in Poland?”

“Are you sure you wanna know?”

“Kim, I have experienced some damn traumatizing stuff in my life.” Angelica says bluntly. “There isn’t much that can shock me now. So yes, I’m sure. I want to know.”

“Well I did find out what happened to Bart…I mean my grandfather…after he was taken overseas.”

“Yes?”

“He died.” Kim says bluntly. “Maybe the Russian mafia, maybe Russian agents, I’m not sure, but they tried to smuggle him back into Russia. They couldn’t make it. Somehow he got away but was critically injured. He was put up in a hospital in Poland where he died from the wounds he sustained at the hands of his captors.”

“Oh…” Angelica briefly shows signs of grief and sorrow but then she quickly recovers, quickly regains her composure, and nods her head “...I figured as much. We hadn’t heard from him in several years, you know? It was unlikely he would be found alive.” Angelica sighs, wiping a tear from her eye. “At least we know the truth now. At least there is some closure.”

“There’s more.” Kim says. “After he died he was cremated and his daughter took possession of his ashes and brought them over to America.”

“Who?” Angelica furrows her brow. “Kayla? It wasn’t me, so it had to be Kayla. But she didn’t tell me about any of this.”

“There you go, mom.” Kim smirks. “You forget that you and my aunt Kayla have another sister…a half sister…”

“What are you…” then its hits her, a light bulb goes off over Angelica’s head “...Anastasia!”

“That’s right.” Kim nods her head. “The black sheep of the family has his ashes. Y’know, I can kinda relate to her. I was the black sheep once.”

“That bitch!” Angelica is enraged, the fury is etched across her face as she paces the floor like a caged lion. “She had my father’s ashes this entire time and didn’t tell me?! I’m gonna tear her apart! I’m gonna…”

“Calm down.” Kim says. “I mean, the irony that the psychotic daughter is telling the sane mother to calm down is not lost on me. And as much as I would love to bond with my dear mother over maiming someone, I really think you should calm down and think this through.”

“Calm down?!” Angelica snaps angrily. “She stole my father’s ashes!”

“Yeah, well, technically that’s HER father’s ashes too.” Kim points out with a grin and a wink. “If I recall, grandpa Bart got jiggy with a Ukrainian prostitute and that’s where Anastasia came from.”

“Kim, you don’t understand.” Angelica shakes her head. “Listen, she…”

“No, I think you need to listen for a moment.” Kim answers sharply. “You and Aunt Kayla never did treat Anastasia as truly part of the family. And you know what? That hurt her. And as someone who was rejected by her own family in the past, I get where she’s coming from. I thought I had a family in the Queens of Chaos but they decided I wasn’t good enough for them and kicked me out. At least I still had you all, the Jones family, my blood family, but even still with you guys I never truly felt as if I belonged. You and my sisters are fashionistas, you love to live the life of luxury, and none of that is me. You and my sisters love to win just for the sake of winning, for material gain. I have always had a broader, sometimes abstract, vision. So I get it, I truly get what Anastasia goes through.” She looks deep into her mother’s eyes. “Tell me, why do you dislike her so much, mom? Is it because she’s a little quirky and wacky? I mean, that can’t be it because I’m quirky and wacky and yet you love me.”

“Kim, don’t…” Angelica’s voice trails off.

“Maybe it’s because you are upset with your dad? Anastasia’s very existence is proof of the affair he had, proof that he cheated on your saintly mother.”

There is a long tense pause as Kimberly stares deep into her mother’s eyes, waiting for her response. Eventually Angelica starts crying. Jones reaches up and wipes the tears from her eyes and then nods her head.

“I admit that I had known about my father’s affair for a long time and yes, I hated him for it.”

“It’s ok. We all make mistakes, Bart made plenty.” Kim grins. “But his sins are not Anastasia’s.”

“You’re right.” Angelica sighs. “I’m sorry, Kim. Do you think it would be possible for me to…uh…see his ashes?”

“Of course.” Kim nods her head. “Anastasia would love it, just as long as you treat her like a sister and not like a leper.”

“Got it.” Angelica chuckles. “So is there anything you learned about your grandfather?”

“Duh!” Kim grins from ear to ear. “It turns out that me and my grandfather are a lot in like in certain ways; neither one of us viewed material gain as equivalent to success. We both viewed success as doing good things, doing what’s right.”

“Yes, your grandfather did always fight for justice…even at the expense of his own life…and it annoyed me.” She shakes her head. “I long held a grudge against him because his fierce battle as an FBI agent against the Russian mafia brought so much trouble upon the family. It took me a long time before I could ever forgive him.”

“See? His cause was justice. And he took crazy risks for the sake of justice. I do dangerous, crazy shit for the sake of my cause and I, like grandpa, annoy the crap out of you!” Kim says gleefully. Angelica chuckles and nods her head.

“Yes and I suppose I’ll just have to learn to accept it.” Angelica sighs. “Though sometimes I wish you would take a little more after your grandfather and fight for right, for justice, rather than for chaos.”

“But chaos IS justice. Chaos is right.” Kim winks. “And yes, I have some plans outside of wrestling to use chaos to do some good in the world.”

“How’s that?” Angelica asks curiously.

“You’ll see.” Kim winks knowingly. “Though I might need the name and number of a good real estate agent.”

“Real Estate?” Angelica rolls her eyes. “Good Lord…”

“Don’t worry, I think I’m going to use the one that helped me and Tommy buy our new place.”

“You and Tommy are moving in together?” Angelica grins. “I am soooo happy to hear this! You have been dating for so long, it’s time you started living together!”

“Oh hush.” Kim smirks. “You don’t care about me and Tommy living together. You just never liked my former living conditions.”

“Your home was barely livable.” Angelica remarks. “I’m surprised no one condemned it. How do you live like that?”

“Because, unlike you, I don’t particularly enjoy luxury. I prefer simplicity. Living like that keeps me grounded.”

“Well I just hope your new place is at least a little more upscale. Surely your boyfriend wouldn’t want to live in squalor.”

“Tommy will live where I tell him to live.” Kim smirks knowingly. “But yeah, for his sake I did make sure to upgrade the living accommodations.”

“Good.” Angelica leans in and embraces her daughter. “I really am happy for you both.”

“Thanks, mom.”

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January 20th, 2025
Boston, Massachusetts
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Several days have passed since Breakdown in Glendale, Arizona. The next stop will be in Dusseldorf, Germany for Dogfight, but for now Kim is making a pit stop to finish moving into her and her boyfriend Tommy’s new home. Kim had spent most of her life living in run down squalor, barely livable conditions. This new home, with its sleek modern fixtures and historical charm, felt foreign to her, almost sterile. It will certainly take some getting used to. Kimberly Williams stepped over the last box, her worn sneakers scuffing the freshly polished hardwood floor of their new townhouse in Boston. She was dressed in her usual style; ripped black jeans that clung to her slender frame, a plain black t-shirt that hung loose on her small shoulders, and an oversized army-green jacket that looked like it had been dragged through a war zone. She stood in the center of the living room, surveying the space with a mix of discomfort and fascination. Her boyfriend, Tommy Wasley, entered behind her, carrying the last of the boxes. His fitted flannel shirt was rolled up to his elbows. His dark jeans were worn, and his boots were scuffed but sturdy. He paused in the doorway, setting the box down and brushing his shaggy brown hair back with his hand.

“Well it’s no crumbling tenement, but it’ll do, huh?”

The interior of the house was an uneasy mix of old and new. The high ceilings, intricate crown molding, and large bay windows with their original glass panes spoke to the building’s historic roots. However, the previous owners had modernized the kitchen with sleek marble countertops, stainless steel appliances, and recessed lighting that felt cold compared to the warm glow of the antique brass chandelier in the dining room. The living room, where they now stood, was expansive and bright, the sunlight streaming in through the tall windows and reflecting off the pale gray walls.

“It’s too clean.” Kimberly complains.

“Babe, a medieval dungeon is too clean for you!”

“This is true.” She says. “But Wasley…not you, my penguin…won’t know how to handle himself! And what about Caligula?”

“The hamster will adjust.” Tommy kisses her on her lips. “Just like you will.”

“I hope so.” Kim sighs. This place still doesn’t feel right.”

“Hell, I’m surprised you wanted to do this in the first place. I mean, you know I woulda moved into your place if you wanted, don’t ya?”

“I know you would.” Kim says with a playful grin. “And as much fun as that sounds, I don’t want to force you into some place you wouldn’t be comfortable and you definitely wouldn’t be comfortable in my place.”

“And you’re comfortable here?” Tommy asks skeptically.

“No, but like you said, I will adjust. Besides, this is a nice happy medium between MY style and the style of my family…” she shudders “...I still remember having to house sit for Marie last year. Living in that mansion of hers is crazy!”

“Y’know, Kimmy, I noticed some changes in you lately.”

“Good ones, I hope!” Kim exclaims.

“Ever since you returned overseas things are a little different. I always enjoyed you the way you were, Kimmy, but now you seem willing and able to take our relationship further. You want to get closer. How long have we been dating and yet we never moved in together?”

“Almost four years.”

“Yeah, four years and we never took the next step beyond the occasional date night.” Tommy smirks. “I was beginning to worry about you and I. About us.”

“Well let’s just say that I’ve been enlightened about a great many things since my trip overseas. What I learned there about my family helped me to learn more about myself and where I fit into the family. It helped me see things in a different light.”

“You aint gonna change too much are ya?” Tommy asks chuckling. “I did love the old Crazy Kim.”

“Don’t worry! Crazy Kim is still here! I just realize that there are more important things in life. Take my living accommodations for instance. I lived in a dump, the worst part of town, and I did it to remain grounded, to keep myself from becoming like my mom and my sisters who I thought were too obsessed with wealth and power. But now I realize that while I could easily afford something much better than that, there are those out there who would kill to live in a place like that but cannot even afford it.”

“What are ya getting at?” Tommy asks curiously, his eyebrow arched.

“When I lived there I never used my own untapped wealth because I never needed to. But now I am going to use that wealth, but not on myself like my family would. Instead I am going to use it to do some good. I am going to buy up some real estate and rent it out to people in need.”

“So you’re gonna be a landlord? Landlady?”

Yes!” Kim exclaims. “And the rent is gonna be super cheap. Like, practically nothing.”

“Seriously?” Tommy furrows his brow. “How cheap are we talking?”

“I dunno.” Kim shrugs her shoulders. “But does it matter? If this project falls flat on its face, who cares? If I lose everything, big deal. I can go back to living in squalor again and I’d be happy! Or I could live in that shack in the wilderness…”

“Isn’t it burned down?”

“Don’t split hairs, Wasley!” Kim exclaims.

“Ok, I’m just saying, if the rent is too cheap you could attract some shady people.”

“Oh don’t be all stuck up like my mother.” Kim rolls her eyes. “People aren’t as bad as you make them out to be. They just were dealt a bad hand in life and might need a little help. I can help them.”

“You sure?” Tommy asks.

“Positive.” Kim nods her head. “Now help move the rest of this stuff in and unpack. In the next day or two I gotta leave for Germany. I have a shining maiden to maim.”

[The Matt]

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January 21st, 2025
Boston, Massachusetts
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Ever since “The Woman Scorned” Kimberly Williams completed her journey of discovery, ever since she found out the truth about her grandfather, Bart Jones, and what made him tick, ever since she figured out how she truly connected to the Jones family, Kimberly has made it a point to honor the memory of her late grandfather by continuing to follow in his footsteps; doing good, in her own unique and at times chaotic ways. It truly was surprising for Williams to learn that this man, Bart Jones, a man she had never met, was more like her than she had ever anticipated. Both were chaotic in their approach and, at times, very reckless. Their chaotic and reckless approach would annoy and frustrate their loved ones but they would never ever change their ways despite the pressure. And both Bart and Kim always had the best of intentions, the best of motives, even though many could not see it through their unorthodox mannerisms and behavior. Even as a professional wrestler Kimberly’s unorthodox approach has always been good and pure in the sense that she only wanted to entertain the fans. Being the Queen of the Death Match and Underground Queen is one such way she does that and at Dogfight in Dusseldorf she is going to go to war with The Brilliant Sun Princess YUSA, the former Underground Champion. This will not only serve the purpose of giving the fans a treat that they will not soon forget, but for Kim it will give her the opportunity to set herself up for a future Underground Championship opportunity. After all, good people can be justifiably selfish every once in a while, and Kim feels she is owed a one on one title shot. She feels after everything she has given to the Underground Division, after everything she has sacrificed to bring it back and make it special again, she is owed the opportunity to break the record and become a six time champion. If she has to go through YUSA to do that, then so be it.

Before Dusseldorf, Kimberly is going to set other plans into motion. Kimberly has learned a valuable lesson after her research into her past, into Bart Jones’s past, and that lesson was not only about how she instinctively seek to do good, but she also has learned just how lucky she is. Her family is quite wealthy, as is Kim despite the fact that she chooses to live a far more modest lifestyle. Thus The Woman Scorned has decided to use her own wealth to do some good outside of her professional wrestling career; namely, she is going to become a landlord; or would that be landlady? In any event, she has a vision, and perhaps it is a lofty vision that cannot be obtained? But anyone who knows Kimberly knows that she is too stubborn to just give up easily. This is what brings her to the office of Lambert Real Estate; her real estate agent Kimberly Lambert’s office. Kimberly has had very few dealings with Lambert; she helped Kim obtain her former home, the run down dump in a rough neighborhood in Boston. Kim stayed there for several years until most recently when she decided to move into a slightly better home with her boyfriend Tommy Wasley. Now with Kim’s plan to become a landlord, she will need to work even closer with Kim Lambert in order to see this vision come to fruition.

The glass entry door features the Lambert Real Estate logo, etched in gold lettering and flanked by tasteful potted ferns. Kimberly Williams approaches, wearing a black leather jacket with a fitted design that features subtle textured details on the shoulders and sleeves, giving it a modern and bold touch. Underneath the jacket, she has a deep red blouse with a slightly loose fit, adding a rich pop of color to her ensemble. The blouse appears to be buttoned up to the collar, exuding elegance, yet softened by its flowing fabric. Her skirt is a black, pleated design that falls just above the knees, adding a youthful and polished element to her look. The hemline is adorned with delicate lace trim, which extends slightly longer than the pleats, introducing a layer of femininity and texture. She pairs the outfit with sheer black stockings, which complement the overall dark aesthetic and add a sleek finish to her legs. On her feet, she is wearing black ankle boots with a high heel and a lace-up front.

She steps through the glass entry door and into the reception area, which was modern but warm, with polished wood floors gleaming under recessed lighting. A large desk sat in the center, manned by a friendly young brown haired female receptionist, Amy, with a bright and polite smile. Behind her, a wall-mounted TV looped a slideshow of high-end properties. A row of minimalist chairs lined the walls, with plush cushions and a small side table stacked with property brochures, local magazines, and a neatly arranged basket of business cards. To the left of the reception area, a wall of glass divided the main office space. The frosted glass bore the company logo, allowing for some privacy while still letting in natural light.

“Yo, Ames,” Kimberly says playfully, waving at the receptionist, Amy, who looks up nervously to see the eccentric redhead. Amy tilts her head to one side, studying her closely.

“Marie?” Lambert Real Estate has done business with the Jones family for quite some time. Needless to say, they have done more business with Marie Jones than they have with Kimberly Williams. So making this sort of mistake is not unheard of. Still, Kimberly won’t let them hear the end of it.

“No not Marie!” Kim exclaims. Then she looks down at herself and what she is wearing and shrugs her shoulders. “Oh, right! The skirt! Yeah, well, I figured this is a super duper special meeting and Wasley told me I should dress up a little nice…my boyfriend Wasley, not my penguin.”

“Right…sorry, Kim…” Amy says unsteadily, not sure how to handle the eccentric ginger.

“No apologies!” Kim says cheerfully. “Now is The Other Kimmy ready to see me or not?”

“Uh, yes, Ms. Lambert is in the conference room.”

“Righty-O!” She winks. “Thanks, Ames!”

Kimberly Williams turns on her heel and starts marching to the right, where the conference room stands apart as the office’s centerpiece. Its glass walls gave an air of transparency, while heavy curtains could be drawn for privacy. The steps through the door and enters the conference room and there, inside, a sleek mahogany table dominated the space, surrounded by high-backed leather chairs. A projector and pull-down screen were installed for presentations, while the far wall showcased a built-in bookshelf filled with property law handbooks, real estate marketing guides, and a few decorative statues. At the head of the mahogany table sits a woman wearing a navy blue blazer and knee length skirt, white silk blouse, and pointed leather pumps. She stands up and smiles cheerfully as she approaches Kim with her outstretched hand.

“Hi, Ms. Williams!”

“Kimmy!” Kimberly exclaims as she hugs Kim Lambert. Needless to say, the real estate agent was not expecting this kind of warmth or embrace, but that is what you get with Kimberly Williams. She breaks the hug and smirks knowingly at Lambert. “You know I find it funny that we’re both Kim! I mean, sure, me and Marie have fun being identical twins and all, but it isn’t the same as when you have the same name!” She motions to the receptionist. “If ol’ Amesy out there came in and said ‘Kim!’ which one of us is she talking to? Huh?”

“Uh…” Lambert isn’t quite sure how to react. The Woman Scorned laughs and slaps her on the back.

“Exactly! Who knows?! Maybe only one of us should be Kimberly? There can only be one! The one true BEST Kim! So what all have you achieved? You’re a real estate agent. You have a great fashion sense, apparently. I am a five time SCW Underground Champion…soon to be six time if CHBK will get off his ass and give me my title shot…”

“Kim!” Lambert exclaims.

“Which one?” Kim Williams says with a cheeky grin.

“You…” the real estate agent sighs “...why don’t you, uh, sit down so we can get to business?”

“Sure!”

Kimberly Lambert motions to a chair close to the one she was just sitting in. The Woman Scorned ignores it and instead sits on top of the table itself. The real estate agent considers just for a moment protesting this move but decides against it. She sighs as she sits back down in the chair she was sitting in. Williams turns and smiles back at her with a grin on her face.

“You can join me up here if ya want!”

“No, I’m fine here, thanks.” Lambert says. “So, uh, you said you wanted to buy up some property?”

“That’s the plan!”

“I am interested in what you plan to do with it.” Lambert responds. “You just bought a new home for yourself and your boyfriend, and I appreciate that you let me help you arrange the purchase. But more property now? So soon?”

“Yeah, I get it.” Kim snickers. “It is a little out of character for a lunatic like me to have actual plans. I don’t make plans. I just do things. But for once in my life I actually have a plan and I will need real estate to get it done and to get that real estate I will need your help. It’s not like I can just annex random pieces of dirt. I’m not a president.” Kim winks playfully.

“Right, of course not.” Lambert chuckles uneasily. “So what exactly are you looking at in terms of real estate?”

“Nice stuff! Nice and expensive! You know, the type of stuff my sister and mother seem to adore!”

This immediately brings a legitimate smile to Kim Lambert’s face. Every time she has done business with Williams, it has always been for a piece of property that is dirt cheap. Kimberly has never been one for fancy stuff and thus when she purchases real estate, Lambert doesn’t typically get much out of her. But hearing that The Woman Scorned is actually interested in some finer, more luxurious pieces of real estate peaks the interest of Kim Lambert. Perhaps this visit could be profitable after all?

“Well I can certainly point you in the right direction. There’s plenty of nice pieces of property out there that I can help you purchase. But again, you and your boyfriend just moved into a new place. What are you doing with it?”

“What do you mean?” Kim snickers. “I think you misunderstand. I’m not going to LIVE in any of these new properties.”

“Then what is your plan?”

“I plan to rent them out.” Kim grins. “I’m gonna be a landlady! And not one of those means ones who charge sky high rent and then bully them with all these stupid restrictions like no late night partying, no drugs, and no pigs. Seriously? Why can’t you own a pig?”

“Huh? What are you…?”

“My rent is going to be dirt cheap!”

“Oh…” Lambert sighs and shakes her head “...uh, Ms. Williams,”

“Please, call me Kim.” She winks. “It’s your name too!”

“Right, Kim…you might want to reconsider your plan.”

“Oh don’t you go be a party pooper too.” Kim frowns and folds her arms over her chest. “I’ve already heard this lecture from my boyfriend and from my family.”

“Well have you considered all of the factors involved?” Lambert asks. “You want to buy expensive homes and rent them out at dirt cheap prices. But the cost for maintaining such homes is quite high. You will get little to no return on your investment. Zero profit at best.”

“Do I look like someone who cares about making a profit?” Kim looks at the way she’s dressed and sighs. “Ok, fine, I’m wearing my sister’s fancy clothes so maybe I do look like some snot nosed prude who only cares about making money, but in reality I don’t care. I do not care if it smart. No one has ever accused me of being smart.” She taps herself on the head. “But they have accused me of being crazy!”

“I’m just saying that your plan is untenable.”

“Language.” Kim remarks.

“Huh?”

“Don’t use fancy words.” Kim states. “Just say you don’t think my plan will work. I just want to help people, you know? Not everyone can afford a nice place to live. Sometimes a barely liveable of crap is the best thing they can get. I want to help people who otherwise would not have a good place to live…or any place to live for that matter.”

“Well…” Lambert shrugs her shoulders “...I don’t think your plan will work. I think your idea is noble, the idea of helping others who are in need is a good thing, Ms. Wi…Kim…but buying the kind of expensive homes you are talking about for this noble plan of yours is not a bright idea.”

“So what are you suggesting?” Kim asks curiously.

“Buy something less expensive. It can still be something slightly more upscale than what the clientele you have in mind would be used to but not as expensive or grandiose as the homes you initially had in mind.”

“Look…” Kim’s voice trails off as she begins slowly “...I do not want to go into this as a slumlord. I do not want to put people in horrific living conditions. I want them to have nice accommodations.”

“You lived in what most would consider horrific living conditions. Didn’t you?” Lambert asks. Kim nods her head.

“Yes, but I did that to keep myself grounded in reality. I would not force anyone else to live there against their will.”

“Fair enough.” Lambert nods her head. “I am just suggesting that we find some happy medium between your idea of buying extravagant homes to rent out to these needy people and the alternative of horrific living conditions.”

“That works!” Kim hops down off of the desk. Before Lambert can react, Kimberly leans over and embraces her in a tight hug. “You got a deal, Kimmy!”

“Uh, thanks?”

“No prob, bob!” Kim winks. “You’ll call me when you have some places picked out, right?”

“I will.”

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January 25th, 2025
Dusseldorf, Germany
On Camera
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We open inside of a traditional classroom filled with natural light that streams in through large rectangular windows. Along the walls, colorful bulletin boards display student artwork, educational posters, and inspirational quotes. The teacher’s desk, positioned near a whiteboard at the front of the room, is tidy, holding a stack of books, a coffee mug, and a small potted plant. Also setting on the desk is the adorable and deadly plushie penguin affectionately known to one and all as Wasley. The door to the classroom opens up wide and Kimberly Williams enters with her typical cheerful, bordering on unhinged, grin on her face. The Woman Scorned is wearing a Bavarian-inspired outfit for the occasion of her match in Dusseldorf. The bodice is brown, cinched with pink crisscross lacing at the front, and trimmed with a white panel that ties the look together. She wears a white, off-the-shoulder blouse with puffy, gathered sleeves that are accented by pink ribbons near the arms. The green skirt is full and flared, with pink floral ribbon trim near the hem, adding a pop of color and detail. A small white apron is tied over the skirt, matching the blouse and giving the ensemble a classic Bavarian feel. Her legs are adorned with white thigh-high stockings, each topped with pink ribbon bows, and black Mary Jane-style shoes.

“Welcome class to Underground 101!”

The camera turns to see rows of simple plain brown desks. Setting on top of one is a unicorn plushie with a name tag attached that reads “YUSA”. The camera turns back to face the deranged Kimberly Williams, the self-styled teacher of this course.

“Boys and girls, penguins and unicorns, this is an introduction to the Underground. Now yes, I get it, some of you…yes, I’m talking to you, YUSA…might be former Underground Champions. But let’s face it, did you actually WIN an Underground Rules Match to earn your title shot? Nah! You won a stupid battle royal that earned you a CHOICE of that or an Adrenaline Title shot and you went after the Underground Title not because you had passion for this division like I did, not because Underground fighting is what you do best, you went after that title and entered MY division because you were afraid of hurting your pal YUYO’s feelings since she was the Adrenaline Champion at the time. You didn’t CARE about the title, not really. You just saw the Underground Title as your only real option. And when you did WIN the title, who did you actually beat? Leroy Adams. The same hobo who is probably living under a bridge somewhere right now. A piece of crap who also didn’t really care about the Underground.” Williams smirks knowingly. Then she starts clapping, although it is a more sarcastic golf clap.

“Now don’t get me wrong kids, I am not taking anything away from YUSA’s accomplishment. She did reign as Queen…or is it Princess? You Shining Maidens always have me confused with your JUSTICE and EXPLOSION stuff…anyway, whatever kinda royalty you were, you reigned over the Underground Division. But let’s get one thing perfectly straight, Brilliant Shining Sun Moon Star Cosmic Princess Whatever…your reign has one great big asterisk next to it because you never faced any real threats. You never had to take on anyone who could truly test you in the Underground Division.” She points to herself. “Namely, you never had to face me!” Kimberly strolls casually over to the desks. She picks up the YUSA Unicorn and holds it up close, as if she is talking directly to it.

“It really is annoying that after everything I gave to this Underground Division, CHBK would not grant me a simple one on one Underground Title shot. Sure, I got two opportunities to regain my title…at Rise To Greatness I had to fight three idiots and then at Under Attack I had to fight five of them! But you want your rematch, YUSA? What makes you think you deserve a rematch when I still never got mine? What makes you think you deserve a rematch when you still haven’t proven yourself capable of hanging in there with the most violent of violent in the Underground? And I’m not just talking about myself. What if ol’ Jimbo Evans decided to target that strap again? Do you really think you could survive him? I’ve gone to war with him, YUSA. He would eat you alive. Brittany Lohan? The War Machine would destroy you. Colleen…” she sighs “...ok, you probably could beat Colleen, but that’s beside the point. My point is that you need to be taken to school, the Underground School run by yours truly, the Queen of the Death Match.” She snickers.

“School will officially be in session come Dogfight in Dusseldorf but I really gotta ask, Brilliant Whatever You Are, are you prepared for these lessons? These are very difficult lessons. These are challenging lessons that some people have not survived. Hell, the last time I gave someone Underground lessons out of the goodness of my heart, they fled SCW never to be seen or heard from again! I wonder where Alexis Quinne is these days? She thought I was being stuck up, arrogant, using my last name to gain an unfair edge. Hell, if I was doing all of that, I would have used my so-called “pull” to give myself a few dozen world title reigns by now. I damn sure wouldn’t be rolling around in barbed wire and thumbtacks for a living.” She winks playfully.

“That’s lesson number one, YUSA…the Underground is not some glorified platform to elevate your status to superstardom. You want that go on a reality show or go after the Adrenaline Title like you maybe should have in the first place. The Underground Title is damn sure not just a freaking paycheck despite the nonsense that Leroy believed. The Underground is a place for passion. You have to really and truly believe in your cause and believe in yourself if you want to survive and thrive in the Underground because you WILL sacrifice…you will sacrifice your blood, your flesh, years of your career, and your soul in the Underground. That is not a threat, YUSA, that is a guarantee. I will rip flesh from your bone. I will make you bleed. I will take years off of your career in Dusseldorf. There is a chance, albeit a small one, that you could win…” she shrugs her shoulders “...who am I to question a former champion’s ability to win, even if I do think they won under questionable circumstances? So yes, you may win, but even if you do win I will leave with your flesh, with your blood, with years of your career…and I will leave with your soul. Are you prepared to sacrifice all of that just to position yourself into a title shot?”

“If you are not ready to make that kind of sacrifice then just forfeit. Forfeit now. Quit and do not waste my time. Because if you are not ready to make that kind of sacrifice then you do not belong in my Underground. I have made that sacrifice many times. I made that sacrifice against Jordan Majors when I resurrected the division. I made that sacrifice in the matches I had against Konrad. I made that sacrifice in my trilogy of wars with David Striker. I made that sacrifice every time I went to war with James Evans. I know full well and accept the fact that I will not wrestle as long as most because of the risks I take, because of what I do, but I do it because I am passionate about the Underground and I am passionate about entertaining my legions of Kimmymaniacs!” She holds up two fingers.

“Lesson number two, YUSA, is that you had better come into this with a killer instinct. Now don’t get me wrong, I’m not questioning your killer instinct because of the way you and your fellow Magical Shining Cosmic Brilliant Sun Maiden People dress and behave. That would be oh so hypocritical of me. I mean, I’m standing here looking like a goofball and I’m talking to a stuffed animal! My boyfriend is a penguin! I am the LAST PERSON who would ever judge a book by its cover. I know you have the potential to have a killer instinct but I definitely question your killer instinct. I question it because of the reason I stated earlier…you didn’t enter the Underground Division and choose to chase this title because you wanted that title…it was because you LACKED the killer instinct necessary to challenge your bestie YUYO for her Adrenaline Title. If you want that Underground Title back you cannot afford to hold anything back.” She shakes her head.

“You can trust me when I say that I will not hold anything back. My Infinity Gauntlet, my loaded penguin, my staple gun, my knife glove named Betty White, as much barbed wire as I can get my hands on, thumb tacks, hell, maybe even an explosive. Ask Jimbo Evans how an explosive to the face feels. I will do anything and everything that my sick and twisted mind can come up with in order to defeat you. Because this isn’t just me doing a good deed by teaching you how to survive the Underground. I get something out of this too and it isn’t just a paycheck. I want to become Underground Champion for a record sixth time. I have patiently waited while Brittany Lohan twiddled her thumbs and Colleen made a mockery out of the division that I helped built. Now you’re threatening to get in my way? Not gonna happen. I am done waiting, I am done being patient. I am going to go through you in Dusseldorf. Then I got next. Whether its Lohan or Colleen, I will tear their god damn heads off and reclaim what is rightfully mine!”

She winks once more. “Class dismissed.”

[The Sun Princess]

Mysteries of the Mind