Meghan Strader vs. Kimberly Williams

[The Matt]

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June 4th, 2025
Boston, Massachusetts
Off Camera
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Rise To Greatness season has arrived in SCW and Kimberly Williams is riding high on cloud nine despite falling short in the Taking Hold of the Flame battle royal. For one, she had a very impressive performance, coming in seventh out of forty competitors. The Woman Scorned is also still riding a wave of momentum of other career successes which include winning her major top prize in a company, the Valiant Championship in Valiant Wrestling. The HKW championships were reactivated, meaning Kimberly’s reign as Bloodlust Champion continues. Kim also has a guaranteed shot at the GCW World Championship any time she wants. At a time when many doubted her, criticized her, and thought she was done for, The Queen of the Death Match is a riding an all time high wave of success that she has never felt before in her wrestling career. This is the perfect timing. Kimmy Two Belts now heads into Rise To Greatness hoping to capitalize on this success and maybe add more championship gold, SCW gold, to her resume? The SCW World Title may be temporarily out of her reach but there’s plenty of opportunities to make an impact at the show of shows in Supreme Championship Wrestling. It is a matter of making the most of every opportunity she is given. One such opportunity comes up on the next Breakdown as The Woman Scorned goes head to head with Meghan Strader. This will be a match that Kimberly knows will be enjoyed not just by herself but by all of her Kimmymaniacs. Strader and Kimberly both love a good fight. Knowing the personalities of both, this match has the potential to get very chaotic and out of control. The more chaotic the better as far as The Woman Scorned is concerned.

On this evening in Boston, Massachusetts, however, Kimberly looks to take it easy. She hopes to enjoy a night out just a few days after Taking Hold of the Flame. The Woman Scorned feels as if she has earned a night out and not just because of her recent career success in the squared circle. Williams recently won the hearts and minds of many wealthy individuals within her community by driving the president of the homeowner’s association, a woman named Karen Lassiter, crazy enough to quit and move out of the area just to get away from Crazy Kim. One individual who was particularly impressed by Kimberly’s actions was Camilla Aldridge. You didn’t have to be a brain surgeon to realize that Aldridge was very influential in the community and, apparently, the only person standing in her way was Karen Lassiter. Kimberly got rid of that problem. So is that the only reason Camilla was friendly enough to not only offer to be Kim’s friend but invite her to a fancy restaurant she owns in Boston? Maybe, maybe not. Either way, Kim is intrigued enough to take Camilla up on the offer and see what this is all about. Besides, despite this being a very upscale, fancy, high end place with a strict dress code, Camilla as the owner gave Kim special permission to wear whatever she wants. The Woman Scorned cannot pass up on an opportunity to offend wealthy, stuck up people.

The early evening sun bathed the streets of Boston in a warm glow, its last rays glinting off the windows of brownstones and polished storefronts as the city hummed with a blend of modern bustle and old-world charm. Nestled on a picturesque cobblestone block a restaurant known simply as “Camilla’s” stood like a proud monument to elegance. The restaurant’s facade was a seamless blend of modern glass architecture and Victorian ornamentation, draped with blooming wisteria and illuminated by delicate, wrought-iron lanterns that flickered gently in the encroaching dusk. Inside was a world unto itself. The air was cool and laced with the delicate scent of jasmine and saffron. Classical music drifted from a discreet corner where a live string quartet performed beneath a massive crystal chandelier, its light refracted into hundreds of tiny rainbows on the white marble floors. The dining room exuded opulence: tall ceilings adorned with gold leaf trim, walls paneled in rich mahogany, and velvet-covered booths that seemed to cocoon the well-dressed patrons in luxury. Each table was a perfect arrangement of fine china, hand-blown glass, and silver so polished it gleamed like mirrors. Most of the evening’s clientele were dressed accordingly; suits, gowns, tuxedos, and cocktail dresses in subdued colors, their wearers speaking in hushed tones over champagne and plates of artistic culinary masterpieces. The waitstaff, dressed in tailored black-and-white uniforms, glided through the space like dancers, each movement a practiced step in an unspoken choreography. And then, the front doors opened with a clatter. Heads turned; there, framed in the entrance like a walking contradiction, stood Kimberly Williams. The Woman Scorned looked as though she had wandered into the wrong timeline and decided to stay anyway. True to her nature, and to the freedom granted by Camilla’s invitation, Kimberly had chosen an outfit that could only be described as a dare come to life. She wore a hot pink tutu over electric blue leggings patterned with cartoon dinosaurs. Her oversized T-shirt featured a glittery portrait of a unicorn smoking a pipe and bore the words “FORMAL IS A STATE OF MIND” in bold, jagged font. Over it all, she wore a gold sequined blazer two sizes too large, the sleeves rolled up past her elbows. On her feet: fuzzy bunny slippers, one ear already drooping like a wilted flower.

Guests stared openly. Some whispered. A man in a dark navy suit nearly choked on his food. Kimberly didn’t notice, or more likely, she didn’t care. Her stride was confident, exaggerated, almost theatrical, as though she had just walked off the set of a surreal Broadway play. She paused briefly beneath the chandelier, looked up, and grinned at its splendor with a kind of childlike wonder. The hostess, a poised young woman in a sleek black dress with an earpiece tucked discreetly behind her ear, stiffened slightly behind her podium as Kimberly approached. Her professional demeanor only just managed to mask the shock rippling behind her eyes. A half-second glance passed between her and the maître d’ at the bar, but neither moved. This was clearly a moment of uncertain protocol. Kimberly, unfazed and beaming, stepped forward.

“Greetings human flesh creature!” Kim declares at the top of her lungs, further making the other patrons gasp with surprise and shock. “I am Species 5679!”

“Uh…” the young woman looks down at the guest list and then back up at Kimberly nervously, unsure of what this crazed woman might do “...I don’t see your name on the guest list…”

“Check under Williams. Kimberly Williams.” She says in a British accent. “Shaken, not stirred.”

“Oh…” she looks back down at the guest list, studying it carefully and then looks back up at Williams with surprise on her face “...oh, there you are. Yes, Ms. Aldridge is expecting you.”

“Damn right she is!” Kim says triumphantly, as if she just won a minor skirmish in part of a war.

“Yes, of course.” The hostess seems surprised that Camilla Aldridge would let someone like Kim anywhere near the restaurant, let alone have her as a special invited guest. She sighs and motions for Williams to follow. “This way, Ms. Williams.”

“That’s Species 5679 to you!”

Kimberly was eating this all up as she followed with a spring in her step, hands clasped behind her back like a curious child on a museum tour. She offered theatrical little waves to diners who gawked at her ensemble; some with amusement, others with a blend of confusion and horror.

“My bestie Camilla lets me dress like this!” Kim says tauntingly to one gentleman who looked on with amusement. His wife gasped with horror and Kim chuckles as she points at the expensive gown the woman is wearing. “My sister has more expensive stuff than that old thing.”

“Please leave the other patrons be, Ms. Williams.” The hostess says quietly.

“You’re no fun.” Kim remarks, sticking her tongue out.

The hostess led her past the kitchen; gleaming with stainless steel and bustling with silent urgency, until they reached a pair of tall double doors lacquered in a deep lacquered burgundy and trimmed in gold. With a discreet knock, the hostess opened the doors to reveal a room that redefined exclusivity. It was a private salon, reserved for only the most prestigious of guests. The lighting was soft and amber-hued, cast by art deco sconces and a sculptural chandelier of hanging crystal leaves. Rich tapestries lined the walls, their patterns subtle but exquisite, and a fire crackled gently in a hearth made of veined black marble. A long dining table of carved cherrywood stretched through the center of the room, set with crystal goblets, golden flatware, and centerpieces of rare orchids arranged with obsessive care. At the head of the table sat Camilla Aldridge, a woman who exuded an almost mythic refinement. Tall, imperious, and impeccably dressed in a tailored black gown with minimalist silver jewelry, she was the embodiment of control and curated power. A smile, wry and unreadable, tugged at her lips as she looked up to greet the walking disruption that was Kimberly Williams.

“Good evening, Kimberly.” Camilla says in a friendly tone, seemingly unbothered by Kim’s insane outfit and antics.

“Wow…” The Woman Scorned takes in the setting, the scenery of this exclusive room, and despite herself she looks impressed “...y’know, I might not like the whole luxurious, wealthy lifestyle crap…no offense…”

“None taken.” Camilla chuckles.

“But yeah, I may not personally like it but even I gotta admit…” she nods her head “...this is nice! My wealthy mother and sister would be totally jealous if they saw this stuff!”

“Thank you, I will take that as a compliment.” Camilla laughs and then motions for Williams to take a seat. “Please, sit down. You will note there are plenty of food and wine to snack on all evening. Everything is yours for the taking. And you may have anything on the menu that you wish.”

“Can I order something to take home for my hubby?” Kim asks with arched brow. “He’s a big boy. I might have to order half of the menu.”

“You can have as much as you want.” Camilla chuckles.

“Awesome!” Kim exclaims. She bolts over to the table and finds a seat next to Aldridge. She reaches her hand into a bowl of nuts, grabs some, and shoves them into her mouth. “Delicious!” She chews on them and swallows.

“Kimberly, you are amusing.”

“Thank you!”

“I mean it. You come from wealth and yet you do not act it.” Camilla remarks. Kim nods her head.

“Yeah, well, I like to keep myself grounded. I have seen what wealth and power to do a person. Besides, just because my family is wealthy doesn’t mean I got to enjoy the lap of luxury.”

“I sense there is a story here.” Camilla arches her brow out of curiosity. Kim smirks.

“There is. It is a story that you might hear one day. Just not today.”

“Fair enough.”

The Woman Scorned tilts her head to one side and studies Camilla carefully. As nice as this has been, Kim never trusts anyone instantly. “Soooo, what’s all this about really? I mean, are you spoiling me rotten just because I drove Karen Lassiter batshit crazy?”

“That is part of it, yes.” Camilla nods her head. “I was telling the truth when I said you impressed me with how you handled Karen, how you stood up to her.”

“I don’t like snotty wealthy bats telling people what they do just because they’re wealthy and have authority. They’re bullies. I don’t like bullies.”

“Good for you.” Camilla remarks. “And your other work…your real estate project, how you help people in need find good housing, that is honorable and noble of you. And you manage all of that AND be a professional wrestler at the same time. Valiant Champion, Bloodlust Champion, seventh place in Taking Hold of the Flame. I am impressed by everything about you, Kimberly.”

“You really do your homework.” Kim remarks, sounding rather impressed. She smirks knowingly. “Are you stalking me?”

“Of course not. I just like to get to know people before I get too close to them, especially those people who I am about to invite to an exclusive club.”

“You mean this place?” Kim asks, referring to the back room of the restaurant. Camilla shakes her head.

“No, I mean The Athenian Fellowship.”

“Wait a sec, Athenian Fellowship?” Kim snickers. “This sounds like a cult. Is it a cult? Because if it is I’m gonna have to kill you. I don’t have a good history with cults.”

“It is not a cult, I assure you.” Camilla says with a laugh, seemingly ignoring Kim’s threat to kill her.

“Yeah but isn’t Athena the Greek Goddess of War?”

“Yes but she is also the Greek Goddess of Wisdom.” Camilla nods her head. “And that is what The Athenian Fellowship prefers to focus on, that is the principle we base ourselves on. Wisdom. And I know that you, despite your outward antics and sometimes childish behavior, that you are in reality quite a brilliant woman.”

“Hush!” Kim exclaims. “Don’t say that out loud! I have a reputation to maintain!”

“Our little secret.”

“Good.” Kim grins. “So, uh, other than world domination what is it that you and your besties do?”

“We meet regularly for social gatherings as friends.” Camilla states. “We also do good deeds for the community.”

“Good deeds, huh?” This statement tugged at Kim’s heartstrings. Ever since she heard the truth about the grandfather she never got to meet, Bart Jones, and the many good deeds he did, she has felt more inspired and motivated than ever before. She was initially going to dismiss the idea of The Athenian Fellowship altogether but now she is intrigued.

“Yes, of course.” Camilla says. “You do good deeds, correct? Your real estate housing project.”

“Yeah,” Kim nods her head “I was inspired by my grandfather. I never knew him but he did a lot of good things in his life. My father, on the other hand, was an awful human being. For a long time I thought I was destined to follow in my father’s horrific footsteps. But when I studied up on my grandfather I realized that I do have control and that I can do good. So I’ve been trying to live up to my grandfather’s memory. The real estate project…finding good homes for needy people…that’s just my own small way of doing it.”

“What was your grandfather’s name?” Camilla asks.

“Jones. Bart Jones.”

“Oh really?” Camilla’s grin grows even wider. “Well isn’t that something…”

“Why?”

“There was a Bart Jones, a prominent individual in the community, who belonged to The Athenian Fellowship.” Camilla remarks. “I bet that was your grandfather.”

“No, no way.” Kim shakes her head. “You DO realize Jones is a very common name, don’t you?”

“Of course. But do humor me. What did your grandfather do for a living?”

Williams still isn’t sure she can fully trust Camilla. Still, she cannot resist the urge to engage her. What if Bart, her grandfather, really was part of this organization, The Athenian Fellowship? This could be yet another link to her past and another means of learning more about what it means to be a Jones?

“He was in law enforcement…sorta…”

“Sort of?”

“FBI. CIA. He was a federal agent.”

“Oh well then there you go.” Camilla grins. “That was your grandfather. OUR Bart Jones was a federal agent.”

“Really?” Kimberly seems surprised…and a bit skeptical. She saw nothing about this in her grandfather’s journals and her mother, Angelica Jones, never mentioned any of this. One would think someone would know. Yet Camilla insists that this is true.

“Really. And think of it, Kimberly, you could continue your family’s legacy by becoming a member of The Athenian Fellowship. You could follow in your grandfather’s footsteps, learn more about him, it would be like meeting him for the first time.”

The offer is tempting but Kimberly can sense something is off. She can sense that there is something that Camilla isn’t telling her. But the possibility of learning more about her grandfather is very tempting, it is an offer too good to pass up. Besides, as the old saying goes, nothing risked nothing gained. Kimberly grins and nods her head.

“You know what? Sure! Sounds like fun!”

“Excellent.” Camilla says, obviously delighted by Kim’s decision.. “You won’t regret it.”