Kimberly Williams - FATAL FORTUNES RP Thread

[The Matt]

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December 4th, 2023
Boston, Massachusetts
Off Camera
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This small, yet popular, biker bar just within the city limits of Boston, Massachusetts is having yet another busy evening. Kimberly Williams is no stranger to this particular establishment. She has frequented this bar when she needs to get a few drinks and unwind after a long hard day of stress. Yes, despite the strong front she puts on, even the beloved psychopath Kimberly Williams has her fair share of stresses every now and then. One such stressor that The Woman Scorned has had to deal with lately has been the reemergence of The Inner Peace Enlightenment Retreat. This is the second time Kimberly has had to deal with this organization. She dealt with it one more time when they tried to convince her twin sister, Marie Jones, to join their group. Williams was able to expose the organization as a fraud, as nothing more than a cult, and she convinced Marie that this organization and its leader, Raul Alfaro, were not looking out for her best interests. At least, she thought that she had Marie convinced. As soon as Inner Peace returned, Marie almost immediately began to drift back into the sinister organization’s orbit. Things only got worse from there. Marie insists now on being called “Annabelle”, her given middle name and the name that Raul prefers to use. Marie has also moved out of her house and back into the Inner Peace compound. Marie has been sucked back in so much that she has even abandoned her own family, but more importantly her own son, without even a second thought. Kimberly was at a loss at what she should do, but she was determined to make sure Marie’s son Sean was taken care of and that he got his mother back, one way or another. The Woman Scorned was prepared to take drastic measures if need be to restore her family back to full health.

Luckily, it seems that there is hope that Kim will not have to resort to any drastic measures to save her twin sister. It had been nearly a month since she had heard from Marie. She hadn’t heard from her since she left home and moved back into the compound. But then, November 30th, Kim received a message from her twin sister insisting that she wanted to meet. Is Marie prepared to come home? Has she seen the error of her ways? Kim can only hope and pray that this is the case. She is trying to think positive. Hopefully Marie is here to apologize and return home with Kim. But whatever the case may be, whatever Marie wants to talk about, Kim is ready to meet her and is ready to talk to her, and hopefully bring her back home; home to her family, home to her son Sean.

It is this meeting that brings Kimberly Williams to this biker bar on this Monday evening in Boston, Massachusetts. Williams is dressed in a black leather skirt, black boots, and a black t-shirt with a penguin emblem on the front and “WASLEY” written underneath. Kim is wearing her “Queens of Chaos” black leather jacket and her long hair hangs straight and unrestrained to just past the shoulders. She sits on a stool at the bar with a look of sheer mischief etched across her face. A half empty glass of beer sits in front of her. A short male, a biker, approaches Kim and sits down next to her at the bar.

“Want me to buy you another drink, sweet thing?”

“I don’t know.” Kim shrugs. “I mean, its pretty obvious that I’m not done with this one yet.”

“Yeah, but you will be.”

“True. But see, I think you really don’t care about my drink. I think what you’re really asking is whether I’m gonna let you into my pants.” The biker smirks knowingly.

“Well, are ya?”

“That depends.”

“On what?”

“How this conversation goes.” Kim winks. “What’s your name?”

“Jerry.”

“Kim.” She holds out her hand and Jerry kisses it. “Nice to meet ya.” he motions to her jacket. “Nice jacket. Do ya ride?”

“I do.”

“A harley?”

“No.” Kim chuckles. “I ride a penguin.”

“Kinky.” Jerry says with a bit of a chuckle of his own. “I like kinky.”

“Do you now?” Kim asks playfully. “Do you prefer to be a dom or a sub?”

“I’m whatever you want me to be, Kim.”

“That’s just what I wanted to hear.” Kim takes her half empty bottle of beer and smashes it over Jerry’s head. “Now you can buy me another beer.”

Jerry groans in pain. Blood starts to come from his head where the glass cut him open. Surprisingly, Jerry doesn’t seem too upset. In fact, he takes some cash and places it on the bar so that Kim can buy herself another drink. Jerry staggars away. Kim looks at the cash and shrugs.

“Wow…I didn’t think it’d actually work…” Kim slides the cash to the bartender, who then in turn gives Kim another bottle of beer. Kim snickers. “I need to try that again sometime.” Kim takes a sip of her beer and sighs. “Now where the hell is my newly culted sister?”

Williams hops up off of her bar stool and starts to scan the area for signs of her sister. She hasn’t heard from Marie in over a month now and is anxiously looking forward to seeing her again. She can only hope and pray that she can convince her to come home with her this evening. It is Kim’s sincerest hope that she can reunite Marie and Sean. As The Woman Scorned looks around the establishment she eventually spots Jerry, the biker she had just assaulted, staggering over drunkenly towards another pair of females. Upon a closer look Kim can see that one of those females is none other than Marie Jones. The female with Marie is Julianne Buchanan. Kim certainly wasn’t expecting Julianne to be here for this meeting and she certainly isn’t happy about this turn of events.

“Hey! How’d ya get over there so fast?” Jerry says to Marie. Obviously in his frazzled states from alcohol and the bottle being smashed over his head, Jerry has confused Kim and her identical twin sister Marie. Kim smirks as she folds her arms over her chest and watches from afar. “I paid for ya drink…now can we go back to my place and…” before he can even finish his sentence, Marie punches him in the face, knocking him right on his back. Kim claps her hands giddily as she skips over to her sister Marie.

“Hi there, sis!” Kim says happily. “I see you met Jerry!”

“Friend of yours?” She asks with a hint of annoyance. Kim shakes her head.

“No way! He was hitting on me so I cracked a beer bottle over his head!”

“That explains the blood.”

“Now he probably has a broken nose thanks to you.” Kim winks. Then she turns her attention to Julianne. Julianne has been scowling at Kim this entire time. Obviously she isn’t happy about this. Neither is Kim. The feeling is definitely mutual. “What is she doing here?” Kim asks. “I thought this was supposed to be a meeting of two sisters. Last I checked she wasn’t our sisters.”

“Annabelle and I are spiritual sisters, thank you very much.” Julianne answers. “And for your information, we were out on a date. Annabelle insisted upon speaking with you.”

“Really?” Kim grins. “Ok, first of all, you two are spiritual sisters? If so, that makes you and I spiritual half-sisters at least. And also is it still incest when two SPIRITUAL siblings are fucking each other?”

“You are disgusting.” Julianne remarks. Kim beams with pride as she curtsies.

“Thank you! I try my best!” She laughs. “But uh, seriously, Marie had set up this meeting between her and me. What are you doing here?”

“Her name is Annabelle.” Julianne insists. “And yes, she told me about this meeting. I insisted on coming along.” Kim rolls her eyes and then looks over at her sister.

“Hey, sis, have you lost your voice or something?”

“Do NOT disrespect Annabelle!” Julianne says with sharp venom in her voice. “I am warning you!”

“Well now…” Kim chuckles “...it’s obvious who the submissive one is in this relationship.”

“It’s ok, Julianne.” Marie says as she gets in between the two. She turns to face Kim. “Yes, it was Julianne’s idea, but I agreed because I felt we could make a date night out of it after I had my time to talk with you.”

“Right then. Let’s talk.” Kim walks off and motions for Marie and Julianne to follow her. “Come on, lets take it outside before Jerry recovers and thinks I’ve managed to clone myself.”

Julianne isn’t exactly thrilled with the idea of following Kim outside. But Marie knows and trusts her sister. Marie follows Kim and Julianne, reluctantly, follows along as well. Once the three are outside of the bar they are free to talk more openly about more sensitive subject matter, namely about the Inner Peace Enlightenment Retreat.

“So tell me, what is it that you two are really up to here?” Kim asks. “I kinda doubt that you girls are just on a simple date.”

“It is none of your business.” Julianne says sharply.

“Oh c’mon, you can tell me!” Kim answers cheerfully. “I am your spiritual half-sister now! Tell me the truth, are you two here to recruit more women for Raul’s harem?”

“You are a pig!” Julianne exclaims.

“I know you are but what am I?”

“Kim, stop.” Marie pipes in. “Look, the Inner Peace Enlightenment Retreat lost a great deal of members when you exposed it.”

“Awww, poor babies.” Kim smirks. “But don’t forget about your involvement in that.” Kim applauds playfully. “Give yourselves a round of applause! In fact, let’s do that again, huh?”

“Yes, we recall our involvement.” Marie answers with a nod of her head. “In fact, as part of our penance, Julianne and I are now tasked with rebuilding the membership. We are tasked with spreading Raul’s message of Inner Peace to other poor lost souls like us who failed at life but can have a greater purpose and meaning by serving Raul.”

“By ‘greater purpose and meaning’ you mean spreading your legs for Raul and sucking his dick, right?” Kim asks.

“You disrespectful animal!” Julianne exclaims.

“Look, as fun as this back and forth has been, Julie, I am about to lose my patience with your sass. This is between me and my sister.” She reaches into the pocket of her leather jacket and produces a sharp shank. “You say one more words and I swear to God I will cut your fucking throat. Are we clear?” Julianne meekly nods her head. Kim smirks. “Good.” She puts away the shank and turns back to face her sister. “Now then…is this really what you want to do with the rest of your life? Be her little bitch? Be a glorified sex toy for some cultist crackhead who is probably on the feds radar screen?” Kim nods her head. “Yes, i know all about how Raul has been in hiding, how he’s kept off the grid because of the investigations by authorities into Inner Peace.”

“I’ll have you know…” Julianne starts to speak but then Kim brings out her shank again and starts approaching menacingly.

“What did I tell you about speaking?” Kim is about to lunge for the jugular but Marie steps in between them.

“Kim. Don’t.” Marie states. Kim rolls her eyes and backs away.

“Fine.”

“The movement has faced false accusations, it is true.” Julianne quips. “But it will ultimately be seen in a better light in time.” Kim throws her head back and laughs.

“So that’s what this is? You two are the PR squad? You two and Raul are going to try and improve their image and reputation before returning to the limelight.” Kim turns back to face Marie again. “Is this really what you want?”

“I…don’t…I don’t know…” Marie shrugs her shoulders “...I just know that I love Julianne. And I love being Raul’s pet. Obeying him feels…” she sighs “...it feels right.”

“Is that so?”

“Its all I know right now.” Marie answers softly. “I’m sorry.”

“I’m sorry too.” Kim remarks. “Just remember this, there is a little boy back home who wants to be with his mother, who needs to be with his mother. And I swear to God I will make sure he gets his mother, and if I have to burn the whole fucking retreat to the ground to give it to him then so help me God I will do it.” Kim answers angrily. “Think long and hard about that before you come to talk to me again.”

With that Kimberly turns and walks off. Tears are flowing down her cheeks. This was not the result she had hoped for.

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December 6th, 2023
Calgary, Alberta, Canada
On Camera
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We open outside in the crisp cool Canadian air. In the center view of the camera we spot “The Woman Scorned” Kimberly Williams. The Queen of the Death Match is wearing a gothic style lolita black and burgundy ruffle open shoulder long sleeve one piece dress, long black tights, and black boots. Her HKW Bloodlust Championship title belt is draped over her left shoulder, her Zion Hardcore Championship title belt is draped over her right shoulder, and her Unsanctioned Championship title belt is wrapped around her waist. Her beloved penguin, Wasley, rests on the ground next to her.

“Oh Canada!” Kim winks at the camera. “I think my Canadian Kimmymaniacs know the rest! Let me tell you, me and Wasley are absolutely thrilled to be here in Canada! It’s usually cold up here and Wasley loves the cold. But as fun as it has been being here in Canada, there is one thing that I love even more than that…” she grins from ear to ear, the word slowly comes out of her mouth “...CHAOS!” Williams throws her head back and laughs. “That’s right! Chaos, boys and girls! Chaos is the name of the game! It is my game and no one does it better than me! Chaos is a philosophy I have based not only my professional wrestling career upon but my entire adult life on! See, chaos is the reason I became the person I am today. Chaos brought me into the sadistic arms of a sociopathic foster mother, chaos put me in mental institution, chaos ultimately reunited me with my family. I have chaos to thank for me being the well rounded psychopath that I am today!”

“It isn’t just my life that I owe to chaos. My entire career I owe to chaos. I didn’t get my foot in the door thanks to who I accidentally might be related to, I got my start in the wrestling business thanks to the chaotic drive of wanting revenge. Every career achievement I have earned since then has come about thanks to chaos. Even here in SCW. Despite what some idiots may claim, I am a damn good wrestler. I am a former United States Champion in this company and I beat little miss Bree for it. I wasn’t even supposed to challenge her for the title but chaos stepped in and granted me an opportunity that I never expected to get. And as for the Underground? I brought it back, I elevated its prestige to never before heard of heights, and I became a four time Underground Champion all thanks to chaos! This little so-called “child” who the snobs in the back think can’t wrestle is an Adrenaline Championship and World Championship win away from becoming Supreme Champion in this son of a bitch. And it is all…thanks…to chaos!” Another sinister laugh escapes Kimberly’s lips.

“Chaos is where I do my best work. Chaos is me at my absolute sick and sadistic best. Its because I feel at home in a world of chaos. I feel safe and secure within the confines of chaos. Chaos is beautiful! Chaos is absolutely wonderful! And absolutely no one can stop me within the world of chaos!” Williams winks at the camera. “That’s why I felt like a goddamn kid on Christmas day when I learned that the first two editions of Breakdown in December would be Fatal Fortunes.” The Woman Scorned again throws her head back and laughs. “I mean, come on! You don’t get much more chaotic than Fatal Fortunes! Every single member of this roster is fair game! Any and every possible match type or stipulation or gimmick is fair game! And every single championship is fair game! And just like chaos, Fatal Fortunes is fair.” She nods her head.

“See, ordinarily the high and mighty who turn their nose up at chaos would be able to plan and scheme for ways to survive whatever the night of Breakdown may bring. Little James “Jim Jones” Evans might scheme up a way to keep his title like the chicken shit bastard he is if he had a week or two week’s knowledge of who he was facing. Simon “The Home Invader” Lyman might be able to plot and plan a way to steal a win or steal a championship. My ol’ pal Datura might have a week to plan all of her cutesy little wristlocks and arm bars for her opponent if she knew who it was. But therein lies the gag. You won’t know what the hell to plan for! How the hell can you scheme or plot your little trickery and mischief if you don’t even know the opponent or the match type until the fucking bell rings?” The Woman Scorned holds up two fingers.

“Only two people really isn’t affected by Fatal Fortunes. The only two people who truly embrace chaos. That would be myself and Oktoberfest. You think Oktoberfest is gonna lose a wink of sleep over who he is facing or what kind of rules he’ll be in? Shit, the German weiner schnitzel will throw the goddamn rulebook out the window and burn everything to the ground regardless of the opponent or the match if he gets a chance! And the same goes for me! I thrive in the unknown. I thrive in the mystery of not knowing what to expect or when to expect it. I thrive in chaos and I know damn well that I will thrive in Fatal Fortunes.”

“Now if I have already written to Santa hoping that the big fat elf will get me an early Christmas gift at Fatal Fortunes. I’m keeping my fingers crossed that a shot at the Underground Championship and a chance to rip James Jim Jones Evans’s head off his fucking shoulders is in my future for Fatal Fortunes. But then again, I might just get an opportunity to take one step closer towards Supreme Champion; I could get an Adrenaline Title shot or even the golden calf itself, the World Title shot.” Kim waves playfully at the camera. “Hi CoCo! Hi Asher! Maybe I’ll see one of you two shortly?” Williams winks.

“Maybe I’ll get a tag title shot?” She shrugs her shoulders. “I know that’ll piss off Breester, Datura, Glory, Lohan, and everyone else and their mother who seems to be crawling up from outta nowhere lately looking to get those tag titles. And unlike Selena, I won’t run away if I can’t stand my tag team partner. I’ll just look at it as a fun opportunity to annoy the piss outta them and win championship gold to boot. Or maaaaaaybe I could get drawn for a United States Title Match? I never did get a rematch for that title, come to think of it.” She smirks knowingly. “Deanna, love ya, girlfriend!” Kim shrugs her shoulders.

“Then again, I might not even get any title match. I just might get a match against Oktoberfest. Or against Religious Wright. Or Ace Sky. Or any number of people in the back. It could be Underground Rules. First blood. Last Kimmy Standing. It could be a submission match and I will get the chance to show off my mean submission skills.” Kim throws her head back and laughs nastily. “But who knows? No one knows! That’s the brilliance of it all! It is all in the hands of luck! It is all in the hands of fate! Fate…and chaos…will be the ruling force for the next two Breakdowns and because of that fact alone I am hellaciously confident. Hell, call me arrogant if you want, but this is chaos, this is MY WORLD, and I know that whoever or whatever Fatal Fortunes has in store for me, I will be a winner and my unlucky victim will be gutted and quartered.” Kim bends down and picks up Wasley. She skips away happily as the scene fades to black.