Dexter Grant vs. Kimberly Williams

[The Matt]

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September 13th, 2025
Boston, Massachusetts
Off Camera
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Apocalypse is now just a week away. Kimberly Williams has already earned two points in the Shot of Adrenaline Tournament with a victory over Chris Dumont. It wasn’t the kind of victory she had hoped for; she ‘earned’ the victory via disqualification when Dexter Grant attacked her. This was all part of Dexter’s plan to ensure that he gets his opportunity to reclaim the Adrenaline Title at Apocalypse. Grant is obviously still fuming over the fact that The Woman Scorned defeated him at Rise To Greatness to win the championship in the first place. The fact that he is being forced to take part in the Shot of Adrenaline Tournament has only made him angrier. Kimberly, on the other hand, is getting a kick out of it all. She has enjoyed driving him crazy by kidnapping Wendell, taking the championship, and taunting him by trying to make the championship its very own social media mega star. Yet as entertaining as it is to taunt, mock, and deride Dexter Grant at every turn, Kimberly knows that the time for fun and games will have to come to an end when SCW Apocalypse rolls into Toronto. The Queen of the Death Match may have the outward appearance of being a fun-loving clown, but she is proud of what she has accomplished, she is proud of what she does, and she wants to retain that Adrenaline Championship at Apocalypse in the rematch against Grant. What’s more, she wants to prove that she can run the gauntlet of the Shot of Adrenaline Tournament. She has two points, which is a good start, but she needs to prove that those two points were no fluke. She needs to earn these next two points and put herself in a really good position to advance further in the tournament.

Dexter Grant and the Shot of Adrenaline Tournament aren’t the only things occupying the mind of The Woman Scorned at this present time. Kimberly Williams has recently discovered that a group of wealthy individuals in the community might have been involved with her grandfather, Bart Jones. They are known as The Athenian Fellowship and if you ask them, they are just a club, a group of friends who get together to hang out and do some occasional good service for the community. If you ask others, they are a secret society with some other insidious, nefarious agenda. After reading some of her grandfather’s journals, Kimberly suspects that the latter may very well be true. After all, Bart Jones joined The Athenian Fellowship not because he wanted to or because he liked anyone in the group; he was asked by the federal government to infiltrate the group. So if the authorities believe strongly enough to send one of their very own to infiltrate the organization, then something must be suspicious. For whatever reason, Bart never did get to finish his investigation. Kimberly has made it her quest to finish what her grandfather started.

And so the eccentric ginger finds herself in the hallowed halls of the estate owned by The Athenian Fellowship, the sprawling mansion where they hold their secretive meetings. The long, echoing hallway stretched before Kimberly Williams like a passage carved into another age. Her boots tapped softly against the marble floor, the sound swallowed almost instantly by the thick Persian carpets that lay like islands of color beneath her steps. Kimberly’s red hair caught the glow of the chandeliers overhead, each crystal prism scattering warm light across her features as she followed closely behind Camilla Aldridge. The older woman moved with a grace that seemed both deliberate and effortless, her tall frame cloaked in a flowing gown of dark silk that whispered faintly with every step. The hall itself was an exhibit of wealth and heritage: gilded mirrors reflected endless rows of oil portraits, their eyes seeming to track the women as they passed; delicate sconces shaped like curling vines clutched candle-shaped bulbs, giving the illusion that the walls themselves held fire. Kimberly’s gaze darted along the details as she trailed Camilla, equal parts curious and uneasy, aware she was stepping deeper into a world that was not her own.

“Where we going, Cammy?” Kim asks playfully. “Are you taking me to the human sacrifice room?”

“Sorry, Kimberly, but we do not perform human sacrifice.” Camilla remarks with a low chuckle. Kim pouts.

“Oh drat. I was looking forward to it!”

“I know you are just joking…” Camilla says, her voice trailing off. Kimberly winks back at her.

“Maybe I am…”

“Yes, you are. But believe me, Kimberly, I am taking you somewhere far better than anything you could hope for.”

“Wait a sec…” Kim’s eyes grow wide “...you have a Burger King in this place, don’t you?”

“No.”

“A bouncy house?”

“No.” Camilla shakes her head.

“Well then what good is any of this anyway?” Kimberly whines. “I joined fully expecting either world domination, pancakes, or bouncy houses. So far I’ve gotten none of it!!”

“Just be patient.” Camilla rolls her eyes. It is clear that she is growing frustrated with Kim’s antics. Williams, for her part, is enjoying driving Camilla crazy, especially since she suspects Camilla may be up to no good.

“So what is it then, Cammy? What could be better than world domination, pancakes, or a bouncy house?”

“As a member of The Athenian Fellowship, you get access to arguably one of the greatest libraries in Massachusetts.” Camilla remarks with a sense of pride and condescending arrogance. “So much wealth and knowledge resides within this library.”

“Oh…” Kim yawns “...wake me when it’s over.”

The air grew cooler as they approached a heavy set of double doors at the far end of the corridor. Each one was carved from dark oak, their surfaces alive with intricate reliefs of mythical creatures and floral motifs, the artistry of another century etched into their very grain. Camilla paused briefly, her slender fingers brushing across the bronze handles as if reacquainting herself with an old companion before she pushed the doors open with a strength that belied her age. The hinges groaned faintly, and then the space beyond revealed itself in full splendor. Kimberly felt her breath catch as the sheer magnitude of the library engulfed her senses. The room was a cathedral to knowledge and refinement. Towering shelves stretched from polished parquet floors to vaulted ceilings lost in shadow, each one sagging beneath the weight of leather-bound tomes and gilded spines. The scent of aged paper, wax polish, and faint smoke from the distant fireplace gave the chamber an atmosphere both venerable and alive. Massive windows, draped with heavy burgundy curtains tied back in thick golden cords, let in slender shafts of daylight that danced across the mahogany tables arranged in careful symmetry. An ornate globe, large enough to be a centerpiece of its own, stood on a brass pedestal near the entrance, its oceans faded to pale blue and its continents edged with antique lettering. Above, a fresco adorned the ceiling—gods and muses painted in sweeping brushstrokes, their faces serene as if guarding the knowledge below.

Camilla’s footsteps barely disturbed the hush that lingered within the walls. She glided across the rug that stretched down the center of the chamber, a tapestry of royal blues and greens, while Kimberly followed with more tentative steps, her green eyes sweeping the vast collection around her. For a moment, the younger woman felt dwarfed by it all; not only by the size of the room but by the weight of history it carried. The fire at the far end crackled softly in its marble hearth, sending gentle waves of warmth through the room and casting golden light against the shelves. High-backed chairs upholstered in rich velvet were arranged before it, a setting that promised conversation, revelations, or perhaps something heavier still. Camilla slowed her pace as they neared that space, her movements deliberate, as if she wished Kimberly to absorb every detail of the chamber before they reached the place where words would be exchanged. Kimberly’s pulse quickened, though she masked it with composure. She knew instinctively that whatever was to be discussed in this sanctuary of intellect and power would not be trivial.

“Now look, Kimberly.” Camilla remarks as she scans the library herself, impressed despite having seen this over and over again. “Are you not impressed?”

“Eh, not really.” Kimberly shrugs her shoulders.

“Seriously?”

“I mean, it’s cool and all, if books are your thing.”

“So much wealth and knowledge is contained within these walls.” Camilla insists. “This is what The Athenian Fellowship is about…knowledge. How could you not want this?”

“Does it have the necronomicon?”

“The what?!” Camilla exclaims.

“It’s a book that can summon satan and zombies.” Kim grins from ear to ear. “If you have that book I would definitely be interested in that. See, there’s this demon I accidentally summoned and it ripped me off. It owes me five dollars and…”

“Stop…” Camilla shakes her head, her frustration starting to boil over “...just stop.”

“Awwww, what’s wrong, Cammy?”

“You!” Camilla exclaims. “You are not taking any of this seriously!”

“To be fair, I don’t take much of anything seriously.”

“But please, Kimberly, try to think of the knowledge and wisdom contained within these books. Knowledge is power, Kimberly. The information you can gain from reading these priceless tomes, it is worth more than any championship you could ever win in your wrestling career.”

“You do know that I am the reigning SCW Adrenaline Champion…HKW Bloodlust Champion…5 Lakes World Tag Team Champion…and Valiant World Champion, right?” Kim snickers. Camilla sighs and shakes her head.

“Yes but there is so much more you can learn and achieve!” Camilla places a hand on her shoulder. “I had such high hopes and aspirations for you, Kimberly. I hope I didn’t make a mistake in letting you join The Athenian Fellowship.”

There are times when even Kimberly recognizes that maybe she has gone too far. This is one of those times. Kimberly cannot afford to lose Camilla’s trust, not when she is this close to learning the truth. Williams decides to dial back some of her insanity.

“Don’t worry, Cammy. You never make mistakes and you certainly didn’t make a mistake with me.” Kim winks playfully. “I may be a little eccentric but that’s what you like about me, isn’t it? I got rid of that annoying little pest Karen, didn’t I?”

“You did.” Camilla nods her head.

“Trust me, I may act a little strange from time to time, but I am definitely committed to The Athenian Fellowship.”

“Do you mean?”

“Cross my hearts hope to die!”

“Hearts? As in plural?” Camilla furrows her brow in confusion.

“Just joking!”

“Fine.” Camilla smiles warmly. “Just know that you have been given a gift, Kimberly. This library itself is a gift of knowledge, a never ending fountain of information and wisdom, all at your hands.”

“And I can visit anytime I want?”

“Of course.” Camilla says. “You are a member, you can visit anytime.”

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September 14th, 2025
Boston, Massachusetts
Off Camera
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Little did she know it, but Camilla Aldridge made a bit of a mistake. She never should have told someone as deranged as Kimberly Williams that she can visit the impressive Athenian Fellowship library anytime she wants, because Kim will take that very literally. In this case, she has returned at midnight when the entire city of Massachusetts is dead silent. She believes every word Camilla said is true; this place does contain knowledge, wisdom, and information. Kim hopes it also contains secrets that her grandfather also was looking for. Kim hopes that maybe this library may be the key to finishing the investigation Bart Jones began oh so long ago. This is what brings her back to the estate; the long hallways stripped of their earlier warmth and now cloaked in shadows that pooled beneath every arch and portrait. Her footsteps were nearly soundless against the carpet, her senses sharpened by the thrill of secrecy. She had chosen her attire with a deliberate touch of mischief and purpose; a tweed coat with deep lapels, a houndstooth waistcoat, trousers tucked neatly into polished boots, and a deerstalker cap perched atop her flame-red hair. A lantern hung lightly from her gloved hand, though she carried it low, careful not to cast its glow too far ahead. The look was half homage, half disguise, as though she could channel the spirit of Sherlock Holmes to steady her nerves for what she was about to do.

“Kimlock Holmes is on the case!” She proclaims. “No one will escape justice!”

When she reached the great oak doors of the library, their carved beasts seemed more menacing in the muted moonlight filtering through the nearby windows. Kimberly paused, listening to the quiet of the house, then pressed gently against one of the doors. The hinges groaned softly, but the vast chamber beyond greeted her with the same stately hush as before. She slipped inside, letting the heavy door close behind her with a muffled thud, and for an instant she felt like an intruder in a sanctum too old and too proud to be disturbed. The library had transformed with the night. By day, its shelves and frescoed ceilings had glowed in warm tones of firelight and sun, but now the tall windows admitted only silver slivers of moonlight through the parting of their velvet curtains. The shadows of towering bookcases stretched across the floor like long black fingers, broken only where her lantern’s golden circle carved out a trembling island of light. The scent of leather, parchment, and lingering smoke hung heavier in the cool night air, giving the room a quality both intimate and secretive.

Kimberly moved carefully between the long tables, her eyes scanning the rows of ancient spines and leather-bound volumes that gleamed faintly when the lantern passed over them. Her heart beat quicker than she cared to admit, the adrenaline of intrusion mingling with a peculiar sense of playfulness born from her costume. She carried herself with the air of a detective at work, studying the library not as a guest but as an investigator combing for clues hidden in plain sight. Every detail seemed sharper; the faint scuff on a chair leg, the way one book leaned forward from its shelf as if eager to be plucked, the glimmer of brass from the great globe near the entrance. Near the fireplace, the embers glowed faintly, banked low but still breathing enough life to paint the marble in hues of amber and red. The velvet chairs, empty and waiting, seemed to watch her as she passed, their high backs looming like silent sentinels. She kept her lantern close to her chest and continued deeper into the chamber, drawn toward the farthest shelves where the darkness seemed thickest, the air colder. Here, the library no longer felt like a stately room for leisure and learning; it was something older, a labyrinth of wood and silence where secrets might easily be buried, or uncovered.

“Now then,” she makes her way over to a bookshelf and looks at the spine of each book, reading and inspecting them carefully “if I were a clue containing top secret inflammatory information about these rich wackos, where would I be?” She plucks one book from the shelf and reads it out loud. “War and Peace by Tolstoy.” She snickers as she puts it back. She pulls another book and laughs again. “The freaking Communist Manifesto? You guys would have been wire tapped back during the red scare for having this. No wonder the feds had my grandfather looking in on you.” Williams puts it back. She reaches over to find another book. This one peaks her interest because she does not recognize it. “Failures…that’s the name? Failures?”

The Woman Scorned takes the book over to a nearby chair. She sits down and flips it open and begins reading. She finds that it contains names; nothing but names, some of the names she recognizes as people from the community. That in and of itself is odd; a book of names, names of people in the community. And she has no idea what they are doing listed in a book titled ‘failures’. She continues reading until she spots the name ‘Bart Jones’ on the list.

“Well isn’t this interesting…” suddenly she hears the library doors begin to open. This definitely wasn’t part of the plan. Kim takes the book with her and quickly finds a hiding place behind one of the larger bookshelves. The Woman Scorned tucks herself down within the shadows and listens as the doors shut. She hears footsteps approaching. The footsteps stop just at the chair Kim was sitting in just moments earlier. She takes a quick peak, hoping no one will see her; she has to know who else is here at the library at midnight.

It’s Camilla Aldridge and Grant Vito.

“I still think we should get rid of her.” Vito says firmly. “She is a loose cannon.”

“Kimberly Williams may be eccentric but she is no danger to us.” Camilla insists.

“You said that once about her grandfather and he nearly ruined us.”

Kim’s eyes grow wide as she hears this. So this is about Bart. Bart really did get close to discovering something about this organization, something they did not want the public to know. Williams keeps listening in, and she remains silent, hoping she will not be discovered.

“Bart Jones was far more capable and competent than Kimberly.” Camilla remarks. “Kim is just a foolish girl. She is a clown and she is only here because she feels emotionally drawn towards her grandfather. That’s all she wants. She wants to be close to her grandfather’s memory and she sees us as a means to that end. We can use that to our advantage and thus use her to accomplish our goals.”

“Are you confident you can keep her under control?” Vito asks.

“Kimberly is easily manipulated.” She says smugly. “Trust me, I have her wrapped around my finger.”

“Are you certain?” Vito asks skeptically. “This woman played a role in bringing down The Inner Peace Enlightenment cult a few years ago.”

“That group of sex obsessed freaks, you mean?”

“They may have been, but they were also untouchable. Yet somehow Ms. Williams ruined them.”

“Believe me, Vito, this is different. WE are different. Kimberly is of no concern.”

“I am going to trust you on this, Camilla.” Vito remarks. “But keep her on a tight leash. Understand?”

“I understand.”

Kimberly Williams is stunned at what she just heard. Before now she just had suspicions that this organization had some nefarious ulterior motive. She just had suspicions that they were up to no good. Now she has all but confirmed it by hearing it straight from Camilla Aldridge and Grant Vito themselves. Bart Jones was indeed a part of this group trying to learn their dirty secrets but they kicked him out before he could find out. Kimberly has now confirmed that they are up to no good. Still, what are they doing? What are they hiding? What is the plot?