Kim Williams FF RP Thread

[The Matt]

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November 22nd, 2024
Krakow, Poland
Off Camera
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The crisp autumn air lingered in the streets of Krakow, carrying with it the faint aroma of roasted chestnuts from a nearby vendor. The cobblestones, slick with a light mist, gleamed under the soft, golden light of the streetlamps. A small café, tucked into a corner of the plaza known as Rynek Główny, emitted a warm, inviting glow. Then Kimberly Williams stepped into view, her fiery red hair cascading over the shoulders of a black Queens of Chaos logo t-shirt underneath a black leather jacket. She also wears torn denim jeans and black boots. The Woman Scorned moved with purpose, her boots clicking softly against the uneven stones. She paused outside the café, glancing through the fogged windows. She hasn’t been in Poland long, in fact she just got in, but her research into the background of the Jones family has already been intensive. A part of her still isn’t sure what she can learn about her grandfather from this Eastern European country, but much to her surprise she has already made contact with someone who might have some answers; its just a matter of finding him.

Kimberly slips inside the cafe and the small brass bell above it chimed softly. There she finds patrons sipping their steaming drinks, the murmur of conversation mingling with the occasional clink of porcelain. The warmth inside was a stark contrast to the chill outside, and her cheeks flushed slightly from the temperature change. She lingered by the doorway, studying the landscape carefully. At a small table in the far corner, an elderly man sat alone. He was hunched over a cup of tea, his hands wrapped around it as if absorbing its warmth. His coat, slightly frayed at the edges, hung over the back of his chair. A gray flat cap cast a shadow over his weathered face, but his sharp blue eyes were unmistakable.

Kim steadies herself before weaving through the maze of mismatched tables and chairs. The soft hum of a jazz tune played in the background, blending seamlessly with the café’s ambient chatter. As she approached, the man glanced up. His expression flickered with a hint of confusion.

“Julian Dabrowski?” Kim has a big grin on her face. The man, Julian, nodded, gesturing to the empty chair beside him. She removed her coat and draped it over the backrest before sitting down. The subtle scent of vanilla and citrus followed her, mingling with the rich aroma of coffee that permeated the air.

“You must be Kimberly Williams.” Julian says through a thick Eastern European accent.

“You’re a smarty!” Kim says cheerfully. “How’d you guess?”

“We spoke over the phone days ago, Miss Williams, and you arranged this meeting. I am not expecting to meet any other American tourist.” He sighs. “Also your Polish is horrific.”

“At least I tried!” Kim winks playfully.

“This is true.” He sighs as he sips on his tea. He sets his cup down and looks back at Kim with a serious, stoic gaz. “I am surprised that you survived this long.”

“Me too!” Kim says with a laugh. “I’m used to people trying to kill me! Nearly getting killed is kinda my hobby! Let me tell you about my bff James Evans…”

“I am being serious.” Julian speaks up sharply, interrupting The Woman Scorned.

“Well don’t be serious.” Kim winks. “It doesn’t suit you.”

“Do want my help or not?” Upon hearing this sharp reply from Julian, Kim sighs and nods her head.

“Yes, of course.”

“Then listen.” He pauses momentarily. “You are lucky to be alive. Do you even know why you are lucky to be alive?”

“Is it my annoyingly obnoxious sense of humor?”

“No.” Julian shakes his head. He reaches into his pocket and produces a photograph and slides it across the table to Kim. “Your intensive search into the life of this man is a dangerous game you are playing, Kimberly.”

Kim takes the photograph and looks at it. The photograph is of a man and while this particular individual is older, the features remain consistent with the photograph of Bart Jones that Kim’s mother, Angelica Jones, had given her. There is no doubt, this photograph Julian gave her is of Kim’s grandfather Bart Jones.

“Ok, gonna get serious now…” Kim’s voice trails off “...I know you used to work for the Polish government. That’s why I wanted to talk to you first. I figured you might know something about Bart. So what do you know?”

“Why? What is your connection to Bart Jones?”

“He’s my grandfather.” Kim points out.

“I see.” Julian sighs. “Yes, I remember him well. He stirred up quite a bit of trouble back in the day during his two visits to Eastern Europe. The first visit was in 1988. He was a man of incredible skill, I heard that he had been a former CIA agent. Wherever he gained those skills, he used them to try and track down information on the man who murdered his wife. I do not know if he ever got the answers he was looking for, but I do know that eventually he gave up his search and returned home to his home in the United States. But he would return a second time and that second visit was not of his free will. My understanding is that the men he had been targeting during his first trip, Russian agents possibly, had found him and were trying to bring him back and get revenge.”

“Where is he now?” Kimberly asks, her brow arched out of curiosity.

Julian sighs and shakes his head. “I know that the attempt to smuggle him back into Russia had failed. Polish authorities managed to rescue him and tried to get him treated in the hospital. But his captors had treated him badly. Your grandfather died shortly after being admitted to the hospital. I am sorry.”

Williams nods her head. She is taking in the news and soaking it up. She is beginning to feel as if this trip of hers may have been a waste. She hasn’t learned much about her grandfather except that he was dead, just like Angelica told her. She looks up at Julian and sighs.

“Where’s the body?”

“The body was cremated and the remains were sent to his daughter now living in Boston, Massachusetts.”

“Wait what?” Kim is thoroughly confused. She had spoken to her family, all of them, and none of them knew where Bart Jones was. Had they been lying to her this entire time? “Which one? Which daughter has the body?”

“I apologize but I am not sure I recall her name…” Julian’s voice trails off “...it was a redhead, like you.”

“Both of Bart’s daughters are redheads.” Kim rolls her eyes out of frustration. “Was it Angelica Jones or Kayla Jones?”

“Angelica? Kayla?” Julian shakes his head. “Those definitely weren’t the names. This woman had a distinctly Ukrainian name. In fact, now that you mention it, I do seem to recall Mr. Jones had a child with a Ukrainian woman and that child is the one who took his ashes overseas to America.”

Kimberly nods his head. So Angelica was telling the truth, she really didn’t know where Bart Jones was. She had no idea that he was cremated or brought back to America. But Kim now knows where Bart’s remains can be found. She knows of this Ukrainian woman Julian speaks of. It is the third daughter of Bart Jones, the black sheep of the family whom the rest of the family has basically ignored.

Anastasia Ivanova.

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November 27th, 2024
Denver, Colorado
On Camera
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The cameras begin to roll. We are outside, somewhere in Denver, Colorado. The silence is broken when the loud excitement yells break through, along with the sounds of screeching tires. Eventually we see a female riding into the scene on some small vehicle that is made up to look like a turkey. The female is none other Kimberly Williams. The turkey comes a stop, after taking a few circles, and then Williams hops off of the mechanical bird. The Woman Scorned is wearing a perfectly tailored purple suit, the fabric shimmering subtly under the light, with sharp lapels and a tailored fit that accentuates her dynamic presence. Beneath the suit jacket is a crisp white shirt, neatly buttoned, setting the stage for her statement accessory; a vivid green tie, knotted impeccably, its color clashing yet harmonizing with the deep purple of her suit. Her shoes are equally eye-catching: a pair of glossy purple oxfords, polished to a mirror shine, their low heels clicking confidently with each step. The soles are a playful green, echoing the tie and tying the ensemble together. Her makeup is as bold as her wardrobe; emerald green eyeliner accentuating her sharp eyes, and a deep plum lipstick matching her suit.

“Gobble, gobble, gobble, my Kimmymaniacs! That’s right, it is that time of year where we sit down at the table with relatives we probably don’t even like and pretend to get along! It is Thanksgiving, the time where we pretend to be thankful for shit! But I don’t have to pretend to be thankful! I am thankful! I am thankful that I am not this bird right here…” she kicks the turkey-mobile “...he’ll likely end up on someone’s dinner table. As long as I don’t run across former members of the Donner Party…or the Dahmer Party…I won’t end up on a dinner table. I am also thankful for my legions of Kimmymaniacs who still support me through thick and thin, and for you…THE PEOPLE…who have always supported me. And yeah, I definitely need all of my fans right now I need you…THE PEOPLE…to keep me together, to keep me from going off the deep end…” she shakes her head “...actually I already went off the deep end. So yeah, I need you to keep me from going off yet ANOTHER deep end, because let’s face it, Kimmymaniacs, much more of this insanity and I might really go into a deep dark place that I don’t like going to…I might emerge as a Kimberly Williams that SCW does not want to see…”

“...then again, with Fatal Fortunes looming over the Thanksgiving horizon, maybe I need to become that dark and deadlier Kimberly Williams? I might need to find that more evil part of m y soul in order to survive what Fatal Fortunes might throw my way? If I want to succeed, I might need to become more chaotic than ever, if that is possible. But I will address Fatal Fortunes later. First let me address something else…” Kim holds up two fingers.

“...Under Attack should have been my night but it took TWO damn people to pin me and yet everyone wants to make over Colleen Ronald McDonald’s cinderella story? Hey, I give you credit for surviving the chamber. I didn’t think you had it in you. But I said you didn’t have the chops for the Underground and I still stand by my statement because face it, you could not pin me by yourself. You could not beat me by yourself. Now I know Britty has a guaranteed title shot, that’s fine, so if you want to use HER as an excuse to duck me go right on ahead. But if you want to really prove that you are worthy to carry that Underground Title then you need to beat the Queen one on one and you have yet to do that. Only three people can say that they beat me without any help. Add your name to that elite list and then I’ll give you your flowers. Until then you are a pretender sitting on MY throne.” Kimberly shakes her head.

“But you won’t hear any further complaints from me, especially not this wonderful THANKFUL time of year!” She snickers. “You know what else I am thankful for? I am thankful for chaos! Beautiful, glorious, and FAIR chaos! Yes, fair. Chaos is the only fair way to live your life and for professional wrestling to be run. I thrive in chaotic environments. That’s why I have managed to maintain an iron grip on the underground division for so damn long. And now Supreme Championship Wrestling has decided to bring back one of the most chaotic institutions of them all…FATAL FORTUNES!” Williams throws her head back and laughs.

“Some of you complained about MY Trios Cash In? I’m mainly looking at you, Juneau McFrosty…and maybe Dark In The Lightness. You complain about that but Fatal Fortunes? Oh Fatal Fortunes is just as chaotic, just as insane, but in a completely different way. Not any single person on the roster will know what they have to deal with, who they have to deal with, and you little champions with your heads in the cloud, you may be in the most jeopardy because you have no idea who to prepare for! You have no damn clue who is going to go after your titles. But then again, everyone is in the same damn boat. And that is what makes this event fair. That is what makes chaos fair.” The Woman Scorned winks at the camera.

“But then again, maybe it isn’t exactly fair, now is it? Come to think of it, it isn’t fair at all. For the rest of you, you are all at a disadvantage and me…The Queen of Chaos…I am the one individual out of this entire roster who can thrive in an environment like Fatal Fortunes! I am at an advantage! See, most of you need a plan, a strategy, some little yellow brick road that will take you to the promised land! But not me! I don’t need to know who is going to step through that curtain to take their shot at little old me! Hell, I love the idea of throwing random people at me with random stipulations! Give me a ladder, a table, a cage, a tag match, a triple threat match, hell last year we had a lube match!” Kimberly snickers nastily.

“Most of you will try and fail, come up short, all because of the fickle mistress that is fate. You will fail because you will try to make sure things work according to your cute little plans. But nothing works according to plan when you insert chaos into the mix. The only person who can succeed under such a scenario is someone who thinks outside the box and colors outside the lines…namely me! Because I love the chaos of it all! Team me up with James Evans and have us go after the tag titles…put me in a gravy bowl match against Derek Adonis…put me in a handicap match against those Hollywood nerds and I’ll gut them and maim them…it doesn’t matter to me. Just look at the reputation I have built here in SCW. Am I the type of person who would care about anything that is put in my way? I chased Jordan Majors for two damn weeks and people thought I was nuts but who was really insane, huh? It was Underground Rules. There is no such thing as no contest. I drove Oktoberfest batshit crazy and eventually made friends with him. I am partially responsible not only for Shaun Cruiserweight quitting his GM job…you’re welcome…and for turning Selena Frost into the stuck up hateful bitch she is today…my bad…my brand of chaos has put a permanent mark on SCW and I am not even finished yet! Do you think I am sweating Fatal Fortunes? Like I said, Fatal Fortunes is meant for a crazy bitch like me! I will team with whoever…fight whoever…it doesn’t matter as long as I get to spread my brand of chaos, and Fatal Fortunes is the one singular moment where I can do just that and no one can stop me!”

“Are we at the mercy of fate? Sorta…but not really. We are all at the mercy of chaos. You might get lucky and get a title match. You might get lucky and get to team with your best buddy. Or you might get unlucky have to find a way to work with your worst enemy. You might get unlucky and get put in a match that does not favor you one bit.” She pats herself on the chest. “But I do not worry one damn bit about fate, about luck, or any of that bullshit. I negate fate and luck through chaos. I create my own path via chaos. I used to be the forgotten Jones. I used to be known simply as Marie’s sister. Now everyone knows who the hell I am and after Fatal Fortunes is over, after I take advantage of the opportunities chaos and fate gift me, everyone will remember me…and many of you on the roster should fear me, you should fear having to fight me, whether you will admit it or not. But some of you will have to set foot inside that ring against me. One or more of you will have to stand across the ring against me and ask yourself how will you survive my brand of chaos.” Kim shakes her head.

“The cruel answer is that you cannot survive. Because I will not let you. Instead, at Fatal Fortunes, I will make a turkey out of you.” Williams playfully waves. “See ya soon!” With that, The Woman Scorned hops back on her turkeymobile and then drives off. The scene fades to black.