Enigma & Dexter Grant vs. Colleen MacDonald & Kimberly Williams

[The Matt]

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July 9th, 2025
Miami, Florida
On Camera
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We're out on Miami, Florida's streets. A building with fluted columns and elaborate relief carvings in the classical style looms large in a majestic, imposing manner. The walls are composed of smooth, light stone that has been engraved with abstract shapes and decorative floral scrolls, lending the scene a sense of classical refinement. Down the side of the building is a raised walkway made of pale stone. It isn’t long until after the camera feed starts to roll before we are joined by the lovely female figure of “The Woman Scorned” Kimberly Williams. She approaches an archway and then rests one arm against the carved wall while theatrically waving the other with a crazy, loony flair that Kimberly is known for.

Kimberly is dressed in a deep violet blazer, sharply tailored and crisply structured, that fits her like it was custom made. The jacket features a classic double-breasted cut with bold green buttons that boldly stick out, just like Kim herself. Beneath the blazer, the green fabric of her dress peeks out. The skirt continues the interplay of colors, its base a vivid green woven through with painterly waves of purple that echo the blazer’s color. The skirt falls modestly to her knees, flaring ever so slightly. In her right arm she cradles her beloved penguin plushie named Wasley. She holds him like a mother holds a child yet her eyes and grin are like that of a certifiable psychopath, which is an accurate description of The Woman Scorned.

“In an unfair and unjust society, the one and only true arbiter of justice is chaos. Chaos, as I have said many times, is fair. It doesn’t matter whether you are rich or poor, strong or weak, male or female, nationality, none of that matters to chaos. Chaos can happen to anyone at any time. You never know what might happen to you. Me? I embraced chaos a long time ago. People know my story. People know I was abandoned, forgotten, locked up in a mental asylum and spent time rotting away. Chaos became my friend. Chaos became my philosophy. I recognized that nothing had done me wrong. It was just chaos. All of it was chaos. Which is why I am rarely bothered when a little dweeb like Dexter Grant tries to pull a stunt against yours truly.” She snickers. “All I do is retaliate by introducing ol’ Dexy-Poo to chaos. I show him what chaos is all about. Besides, why should I be angry with Dexy-Poo? Dex, you gave me the perfect excuse and justification to go all out and have a blast, uninhibited by the restraints of stupid rules and regulations. So thank you, Dex! Thank you for provoking me! It made me oh so happy!”

The Woman Scorned holds Wasley the penguin up to the camera and starts speaking on his behalf. “You really screwed up, Dexter! You went and made an enemy out of this psychopath! She’s kidnapped and tortured people before! Who knows what she’ll do to you when she gets her hands on you!” She turns the penguin back around to face her and speaks scoldingly to it, again, like a mother to a disobedient child.

“Hush now, Wasley! You’re going to frighten the poor little dear.” She winks playfully at the camera. “I don’t want my victims to run away before the real fun can begin! And that fun has only just begun! Just ask Wendell about all the fun I am capable of! I am a barrel of laughs, Dexy-Poo, and you’re about to find out just how much fun I can be! You are going to learn the hard way that you messed with the wrong psychopath! I live for messing with idiots like you! I enjoy messing with people like you and anyone who supports that line of garbage that comes out of your mouth week in and week out! You know what else, Dex? Nothing makes me feel more alive than kidnapping someone live on television!” Kimberly says gleefully with a sinister grin on her face.

“See, Dexy-Poo, the last thing you want to do is provoke a psychopath. You attacked me from behind backstage. You continued to run your mouth about me, how supposedly I am a great big disappointment. But for a so-called brainiac like you who thinks he’s a damned genius, you don’t do your homework very well. I’m a joke? Just a garbage death match wrestler? That’s what you think I am, Dex? Here’s the reality; I am a reigning World Champion in another promotion called Valiant. That makes me among the best pure wrestlers in the world today, something that those who know me…my friends and family who actually take the time to get to know me…already knew a long time ago. I always have been one of the best wrestlers to walk the face of the earth. That’s not arrogance, that’s fact. I just happen to believe that expanding my horizons is a good thing. I believe taking on new and unique challenges is healthy for a career. This ‘joke’ resurrected the Underground division in SCW and elevated its prestige to where, at one point, it was nearly on level with the SCW World Championship. This joke is a reigning World Champion. This joke has expanded her horizons and can do it all.”

“Am I a joke because I have a penguin I talk to named Wasley? Am I a joke because rolling around in barbed wire and thumb tacks doesn’t frighten me? All I know is that it made a wealthy woman. It made me famous in the world of professional wrestling. But my wrestling skill made me a World Champion. The only joke I see is the dweeb who thinks social media is the great anti-christ. Seriously, of all the causes out there, that is not a hill worth dying on. The only joke I know is the joke who cannot do a damn thing on his own, who feels completely and utterly helpless without his man child pal Wendell to do his dirty work for him.” She grins nastily. “How did it feel, Dex? How did it feel to be without your lackey? I could have done everyone a favor and eliminated him from the equation for good and there wouldn’t have been a damn thing you could do about it. You were helpless to save him. You were helpless to stop me. I WAS IN CONTROL, NOT YOU! HOW DID IT FEEL TO NOT BE IN CONTROL?!” She throws her head back and laughs maniacally. “That…that is called chaos, Dexy, and it made a joke out of you and Wendell.” She motions to herself.

“This joke earns the respect and even friendship of those she has gone to war with…Abigail Lindsay, Deanna Frost, Owen Cruze, Konrad Oktoberfest Raab, and my new bestie, my new tag team partner Colleen Ol’ MacDonald…yes, I have earned their respect and they have earned mine because we went to war, we shed each other’s blood, we went to hell and back. Is that something you can comprehend, Dexy? Friendship! Respect! Colleen and I went to hell and back in wars over the Underground Title at Retribution. We went through 3 Stages of Hell at Rebirth. We damn near destroyed each other and, in the end, she earned my respect. I respect her. I’d like to think she respects me. And on Breakdown we will be going to hell again, this time as partners, as allies.”

“I know she can handle a loser like you, Dex. And I know she can take on a Monster Machine. She’s overcome worse. So I know that Ol’ Macdonald and I, united, can easily take the two of you down in Miami. We can and will paint Miami red in your blood because we can get along, we can work together, and we will be a cohesive unit. Now I could go on and on explaining this respect I have for Colleen and how it will help us, how it will give us the edge, but what point will it do? People like you don’t pay a damn bit of attention to any message that doesn’t fit your crazy ass narrative.” Williams snickers. “Funny, imagine that? Me, of all people, calling someone else crazy. You really are a special kind of nuts for me to call you crazy, Dexy. But that’s beside the point. See, your problem is that people like you don’t get the idea of respect and friendship because you don’t have any friends except for that dweeb Wendell.” She winks playfully at the camera.

“You’re welcome, by the way. I gave Wendell some culture! I infused his poor soul with a heaping helping of pop culture! Songs galore! Sabrina Carpenter! In no time Wendell will be twerking and saying Fein Fein Fein. Me and Travis Scott and Sabrina Carpenter worked our magic on him and had it not been for my mother ruining the fun, he would permanently be a little social media butterfly. Still, at least I helped expose Wendell to more of our world outside of your mother’s basement, Dexy. I also created a viral moment! You, Wendell, and the unicorn are a social media hit! You’re all over Facebook, X, Tic Toc, Blue Sky, and every other platform in social media existence! You are CONNECTED, Dex! You are a social media megastar and it is all thanks to me!” She throws her head back and laughs maniacally.

“Try and enjoy it, Dexy. Try and enjoy your social media spotlight. Enjoy being a viral star because, let’s face it, you picked a fight with a very dangerous, very deadly psychopath. I am the queen of chaos, I am the Queen of the Death Match, did you really expect me to let you get away with all of that nonsense you pulled? Last week was just the beginning. I tortured Wendell. I made you and him into a viral phenomena. And very soon I will take that Adrenaline Championship away from you, putting me one step closer to Supreme Championship status and making you one step closer to irrelevancy. But first comes Breakdown, first Colleen and I have to team up and take you and your ‘partner’ down, and I use that term oh so loosely because, let’s face it, you’re not exactly a true tag team are you?” The Woman Scorned snickers; a knowing grin is etched across her lovely face.

“I’m not pretending me and Ol’ Macdonald are a true tag team. This is the first time we’ve teamed up. Not like we have a lot of great chemistry. But hey, at least we have know how each other operates from the many times we have fought. And at least Colleen and I have respect enough for one another to work together and not betray one another out of spite.” She points a long slender finger at the camera. “Can you and The Monster Machine say the same? You are opposed to all things social media and anyone who uses such tools are your arch rivals, am I right about that? Yet the Enigmatic Enigma is a social media butterfly himself. Trust me, I know. I follow him! He posts such nice, warm, and fuzzy poetry! Nice fun pictures. His social media feed is one of my favorites. If you actually had a social media presence, and if you actually did your homework, you would know that.”

“Then there’s of course the obvious problem with The Engimatic Enigma himself; you aren't exactly a friendly guy, are you buddy?” The Queen of the Death Match grins playfully. “Enigma, you seem like the kinda guy I would like to get to know better…and I don’t mean going out for drinks sometime, I mean tearing each other to shreds, shedding each other’s blood, and trying to murder each other in the center of the ring…that’s how I make friends, after all. A monster and a psychopath tend to make good friends. But you?” She shakes her head. “I doubt you and Dexy-Poo would make good friends. You might claim that you will uphold your end of the bargain, and maybe you will, but what happens when Dexy-Poo loses his shit over the fact that you tweeted about your match? What happens when Dexy gets in trouble and he decides to leave you high and dry to deal with me and Colleen all by yourself? I’m not sowing seeds of discord, I’m stating facts because that is Dexy’s modus operandi. That is his reputation. He has betrayed people over social media crap. He has turned his back on his partners to save his own ass. He’s done it before and he will do it to you.”

“This team of Enigma and Dexter Grant is the very picture of chaos itself. Two men who don’t trust anyone, let alone each other. One in particular who hates social media and the other who HAS social media. It is the recipe for chaos. Normally, chaos is my thing and normally I find chaos to be an advantage but I know a thing or two about chaos. I am the one true queen of chaos. I am chaos and your chaos isn’t the good kind. Hell, you two couldn’t take advantage of this chaos if you wanted to because, quite frankly, your team is ready to implode at any moment now. Breakdown isn’t going to be very pleasant for either of you. Breakdown Colleen and I, the one team that can get along and work together, will take down The Monster Machine and the anti-social media dweeb. Chaos will reign and you two will fall.”