Dexter Grant vs. Kimberly Williams

[The Matt]

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September 18th, 2025
Toronto, Ontario, Canada
Off Camera
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The elevator ride had been smooth, silent but charged with the quiet weight of expectation. When the golden doors slid open onto the top floor of the Toronto high-rise, the Jones family stepped into a hushed corridor lined with thick cream carpet and gilded sconces. At the very end, their suite waited, its polished brass numbers gleaming under the light. Kimberly Williams was the first to move forward, swiping the key card with a casual flourish that betrayed more nerves than she cared to admit. The extravagance of this hotel suite was far more befitting her sister and mother’s tastes, not hers. But if they were to share a room on this trip to Toronto, this would have to do and Kim would have to grin and bear it. The Woman Scorned wore a fitted black leather jacket over a black penguin embroidered t-shirt, paired with slim jeans and ankle boots. Her hair, the same fiery shade she shared with her sister and mother, was worn loose, its waves rebelliously untamed, brushing her shoulders with an ease that matched her sharp, determined gaze.

By contrast, Marie Jones, Kimberly’s mirror image by blood but not by essence, entered behind her with the soft poise of someone born into refinement. Every gesture was composed, every step measured, as though the polished marble floors were a stage she had been trained all her life to command. Marie’s hair, styled into a smooth chignon, caught the light like copper spun into silk. Her attire reflected her taste for classic femininity: a cream-colored sheath dress with a subtle floral pattern embroidered near the hem, paired with a matching tailored coat draped elegantly over her shoulders. Nude heels lengthened her already graceful frame, and a string of pearls rested against her collarbone. Her entire presence exuded cultivated elegance, a deliberate counterpoint to Kimberly’s raw magnetism. Trailing behind them was Angelica Jones, their mother, a woman whose maturity had not diminished her radiance but refined it into something commanding and dignified. She wore a deep forest-green suit with a fitted blazer and a skirt that brushed just below the knee, accessorized with understated gold jewelry that shimmered in the warm light of the suite’s entryway. Angelica’s heels clicked softly on the marble as she stepped inside, her very presence drawing the eye with the practiced elegance of a woman who had long ago learned the art of leaving an impression.

The suite itself was a testament to luxury; sprawling, open, and designed to impress. The foyer opened into a living room where floor to ceiling windows framed a breathtaking panorama of Toronto’s skyline, the CN Tower piercing the evening sky like a sentinel among the glittering sea of lights. Plush cream-colored sofas with dark wood accents were arranged around a glass coffee table, where a vase of fresh white orchids added a delicate fragrance to the air. A Persian rug of deep burgundy and gold sprawled beneath, anchoring the space with warmth and richness. To the right, a polished mahogany dining table gleamed beneath a modern chandelier of crystal and chrome, already set with fine china and silver cutlery in anticipation of guests who might never arrive.

“This is just gorgeous…” Marie gushes “...you really found a great place here, Kim.”

“Don’t blame me for this insanity.” Kim whines, like a child who is being punished, or a captive being tortured. “Blame our mother. She picked this out.”

“You wanted to stay at some sleazy roach motel.” Angelica states. “You know, the kind where anything can and possibly will happen? Not very safe?”

“Oh but that’s the fun part!” Kim exclaims with a wide ear to ear grin. “The excitement of what might happen next!”

“You call possibly getting mugged or robbed exciting?” Marie rolls her eyes.

“Ok, well, you look at all the negatives, little Miss Pessimist, but think of the positives!” Kim insists. “If I were to get mugged or jumped or whatever, it would be the perfect opportunity for me to get a free sparring session in! Apocalypse is in a few days and I have to kick Dorkster’s ass again!”

“Sparring? Seriously?” Marie sighs as she points to herself and their mother. “That’s what we’re here for. We’re here to help you get through Apocalypse with the Adrenaline Championship.”

“I know you and mom mean well but you two don’t exactly fit the mold of a Dorkster Grant.” Kim points out. “If I am ever defending my title against a couple of Catholic school girls, I’ll give you a ring. Dorkster gives a mugger or psycho creep vibe. That’s the kinda person I need to spar against.”

“I understand what you’re saying, Kim, but let me put it to you this way…” Angelica says as she approaches her daughter and kisses her on the forehead “...you wanted me with you, right?”

“Uh-huh…”

“You wanted your sister to come along, right?”

“Uh-huh…”

“Then we’re staying here. Somewhere NICE. Not in a dump.” Angelica smirks knowingly. Kim sighs as she nods her head in defeat. She drops her bags on the floor and then flops down on a plush cream colored sofa, taking up the entirety of the sofa with her full frame. Angelica and Marie share a smile and a little bit of laughter before they, too, drop their bags on the floor and sit down on another sofa perpendicular to the one Kimberly now finds herself sprawled out on.

“I have to admit, I’m kinda surprised with you Kim.” Marie says.

“That’s me. Full of surprises.”

“Seriously.” Marie insists. “First you insisted that I come along. I thought having mom babysit you was enough of a pain, but you wanted me to hold onto your leash too? Then you decide to come into Toronto early.”

“What can I say? I love Canada! Lots of Maple Syrup!”

“No, that’s not it.” Marie shakes her head. “You can’t hide anything from me.”

“Hey!” Kim shoots straight up and glares at Marie, almost as if she is offended. “I WAS you! For a month! It got me thrown into a loony bin! So don’t say I can’t hide anything from you!”

“I think what your sister is trying to say is that something is wrong.” Angelica points out. “And quite frankly, I agree.”

“Of course you do.” Kim rolls her eyes. “You always agree with Marie, even though I do a better job at being Marie than Marie does.”

“You need to be serious, Kim, because your championship is in jeopardy.” Angelica points out. “You are defending the Adrenaline Title at Apocalypse against Dexter Grant and he is crazy obsessed with beating you.”

“And I am just plain crazy.” Kim snickers. “I’m his type!”

“Try and be serious, Kim.”

“Nope.” She shakes her head. “Not gonna happen. Look at my track record. When I take things seriously, I lose. Proven fact.” She narrows her gaze at Angelica. “Are you trying to make me lose?”

“No…” Angelica shakes her head “...God, Kim, sometimes you are frustrating.”

“Only sometimes? I need to work harder.”

“You’re distracted.” Marie chimes in, trying to break through to her identical twin. “Mom sees it and I see it. We’re just trying to get you to admit it. Does it have anything to do with Wasley and what Wendell did?”

“Whoa, hold on a second,” Kim shakes her head “you honestly think I am going to let myself go crazy nuts over what that buffoon and his bestie might do to Wasley?”

“Yes.” Angelica and Marie both say in unison. Kim folds her arms over here chest and pouts.

“You know, I would be very offended right now were it not for the fact that you’re absolutely right.”

“So that IS distracting you?”

“No!” Kim smirks devilishly. “It’s just motivation. Dorkster and Wendell gave me more motivation to maim that dweeb and end his pathetic career once and for all at Apocalypse. Beating him for the championship at Rise To Greatness was fun. Driving him crazy by taunting him and mocking him has been entertaining. But now? Now I’m going to maim him. Dorkster is going to be reminded why I am the Queen of the Death Match.”

“So you’re going to throw the rules out the window?” Angelica asks. “I know that losing by disqualification would allow you to keep the title, but you would be giving two free points in Shot of Adrenaline.”

“Well he gave me two free points on Breakdown. I would just be returning the favor!” Kim exclaims happily.

“Kim you’re…” Marie sighs “...actually you make a valid point.”

“Marie!” Angelica exclaims, shocked that her other daughter seemingly agrees with The Woman Scorned. Kim, for her part, is loving it.

“Oh come on, mom, Dorkster did the same kind of trashy crap, working the rules to his favor, in order to keep the Adrenaline Title when he was champion. What is wrong with me giving him a dose of his own medicine? Just because I get cheers I have to play by the rules? I am an agent of chaos. Chaos has no rules and neither do I. Dorkster is going down. Apocalypse will be his last shot at the title if I have any say so.”

“You sound confident.” Marie arches her brow. Kim nods her head.

“Of course I am confident! I beat his ass once, I’ll do it again! You two really worry too much. Maybe bringing you both along was a bad idea?”

Angelica and Marie exchange looks. They certainly cannot deny the confidence that seems to ooze from Kimberly Williams. She has been on an absolute tear in recent months. Currently she holds four championships in four separate promotions heading into SCW Apocalypse. She proudly calls herself Kimmy 4 Belts and looks to defend one of her four crowns in Toronto. But still, something seems amiss. Yet if her ongoing rivalry with Dexter Grant isn’t the problem, then what is? Just as she is about to speak, Angelica happens to notice something on the floor, something that had fallen from Kimberly’s bag when she dropped it onto the floor. Angelica bends over and picks it up.

“Well look at what I found…” Angelica holds the book up “...my dad’s journal.”

“Give that back!” Kim exclaims, reaching out and quickly snatching it out of her mother’s hand.

“Oh so that’s it.” Marie quickly catches on. “You are distracted with what’s going on back in Boston involving The Athenian Fellowship.”

“They’re weird, ok?” Kim shrugs her shoulders. “And maybe I kinda sorta overheard something that I wasn’t supposed to hear.”

“What do you mean?” Angelica asks.

“I snuck into their library late one night to see if I could anything about them. I wanted to see if I any of those books contained any of those secrets Bart was looking for; but before I could find anything Camilla Aldridge and Grant Vito showed up.”

“Did they see you?” Marie asks. Kim shakes her head.

“No, I hid. They had no idea I was there so I heard everything they said and they had a lot to say about yours truly.” She smirks, almost with a sense of pride. “Vito is actually afraid of me. He thinks I’m a loose cannon.”

“He’s not wrong.” Marie says with a chuckle.

“What does Camilla think?” Angelica asks.

“She thinks she can control me.” Kim shakes her head. “That’s her mistake. Vito wanted to kick me out because he thinks I’m unstable but Camilla has convinced him to let me stay for now.”

“Ok, that’s it.” Angelica shakes her head. “You really need to get away from that group.”

“I can’t.” Kim insists, shaking her head vehemently. “I am so damn close to figuring out what it was that Bart was after. I am so close to figuring out why the feds had Bart infiltrate that group.”

“It’s dangerous, Kim.” Angelica says. “Your grandfather was trained to do that kind of work. You’re not and you’re risking yourself.”

“But you don’t get it! Camilla and Vito all but admitted that they are…maybe even the whole group…is involved in some sort of criminal activity.”

“Then go to the authorities.” Marie says. “You’ve done your part, let the police take over.”

“I got nothing on them except what I heard.” Kim shakes her head. “I’ve come this far in my investigation and I cannot stop now.”

“Kim you’re stubborn and bullheaded.” Angelica shakes her head. “Just like my father, just like Bart.” Angelica chuckles. “That’s why I got so angry at him at times. I couldn’t stand that he would risk himself the way he did.”

“At least now I know where I get it from.” Kim snickers. “But you also know why I have to see this through. I need to finish this for Bart.”

“No, you don’t.” Angelica shakes her head. “But I also know that, like your grandfather, there’s no way I can talk sense into you. So just please try and be safe.”

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September 20th, 2025
Toronto, Ontario, Canada
On Camera
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We open in an outdoor setting framed by thick, dark-green shrubbery that fills the background with a lush, natural texture. A few moments later and we see Kimberly Williams stepping into the scene. The Woman Scorned is dressed in a striking and unconventional outfit inspired by the traditional uniform of the Royal Canadian Mounted Police. Her fitted scarlet red jacket, adorned with gold buttons and a belted waist, flares slightly at the hips, giving a structured and dramatic silhouette. She pairs it with navy blue shorts trimmed in white, which are accented by bold garter straps leading down to her thigh-high stockings. Her legs are further clad in dark stockings that transition seamlessly into tall, brown leather boots, worn with a rugged polish that grounds her look. A wide-brimmed, olive-green campaign hat rests on her head, completing the Mountie inspired theme. Her long, wavy red hair cascades down to past her shoulders. Williams has her SCW Adrenaline Championship title belt draped over her right shoulder. Her pose is confident, with one hand on her hip, projecting both authority and a touch of playfulness.

“My Kimmymaniacs are scattered all over the globe. Kimmymania is a phenomena like no other. You never know when yours truly will start trending. Heh, maybe that’s why ol’ Dorkster Grant hates me so damn much? But hey, Dorkster, you need to quit hating. Don’t be a hater. Embrace Kimmymania, because it’s going nowhere! Kimmymania is here to stay, even right here in Canada! And since SCW is traveling up north for Apocalypse, I figured it would be a great opportunity to indulge in my Canadian Kimmymaniacs culture. One of my Canadian fans made this outfit for me. What do ya think, Dorkster? Huh?” She reaches into one of her pockets and produces a cell phone. She holds it up to the camera. The phone has twitter…or X, whatever you want to call it now…pulled up. “As you can see, Dorkster, I’m Canadian Kimmy is already a big hit worldwide. I am already trending! When you were Adrenaline Champion, this title was devalued and degraded. No one cared because you did nothing to make it worthwhile. Hell, there were times I forgot who the Adrenaline Champion was.” Williams shakes her head.

“No more! Now that I am the Adrenaline Champion, this bad boy is getting far more air time and social media presence than ever before! This precious Addy isn’t collecting dust in your mother’s basement. It has a place of prominence next to Wasley the penguin, Caligula the hamster, my unicorn, and that half-eaten slice of pizza from several months ago.” She snickers knowingly. “But in all seriousness, Dorkster, I am proud to be the Adrenaline Champion. You thought I was a joke, Dorkster? I went into Rise To Greatness and beat your ass and took this championship away from you. Do you still think I’m a joke? I am one championship short of Supreme Championship status. Let that reality sink into your thick skull. I am one of the best to do it, not just in SCW but in professional wrestling period. But by all means, Dorkster, continue to look down on me. Continue to think of me as a joke. You thought of me as a joke and I beat you at Rise To Greatness. If you continue to think of me as a joke then beating you again at Apocalypse will be a walk in the park.” Kimberly spins around, letting the camera get a good shot of her Mountie costume. Then she points a finger at the camera.

“But you have been a very bad boy, Dorkster. Apparently you don’t take defeat very well because ever since you lost this championship to yours truly, you have went and robbed poor Chrissy Poo Dumont of two points in the Shot of Adrenalline Tournament, you committed Crimes Against Penguins, and then of course your slander against my good name. So we got one count of robbery…one count of assault…one count of slander…you’ve started quite the criminal enterprise, Dorkster. It’s a good thing I’m dressed up in the right outfit, the proper outfit necessary to bring about justice. Whine all you want about having to compete in Shot of Adrenaline, but all you’re doing is making enemies. You robbed Chrissy Poo not only of two points but potentially the title.” She shakes her head. “I wouldn’t want to be you, Dorkster. If you continue at this rate you’re going to have seven people who will want your head on a pike. So tell me, how fast can you run? You are committing crimes against everyone in Shot of Adrenaline and its up to moi to make you pay.”

“And you honestly believe that you can get under my skin by attacking Wasley?” Kim throws her head back and laughs nastily. “Forget it! All you’ve done is provide extra motivation. You’ve given me even more reason to not just beat you, not just humble you again, but to maim you, to rip your damn head off. You are going to find that your brilliant plan has backfired. Your crimes against Wasley, of assault, will be paid when I tear you apart in Toronto at Apocalypse.” The Woman Scorned holds up three fingers. “But then there’s count number three, slander against my good name. You continue to think that I am a joke. I honestly don’t care what you think. I will do what I want and say what I want and act as obnoxious as I want and enjoy every single moment of it! Why? Because I don’t do this for idiots like you. I do this for my fans, for the Kimmymaniacs who have been with me in this fight through thick and thin each and every step of the way! My Kimmaniacs have always believed in me! Their opinion counts, not yours!” A wicked grin forms on her face.

“Yet, the fact that you don’t believe in me, the fact that you still think that I am a joke, it will bite you in the ass, Dorkster. You held this Adrenaline Title but to you it was just a meaningless prop. You spat in the face of every single wrestler who came before you because you didn’t give two craps about this great title. Unlike you, I hold this title with the respect it deserves. Do I take this seriously? Damn right I do and don’t forget it.” The Adrenaline Champion sneers. “You’d think losing the Adrenaline Championship on the grandest stage, at Rise To Greatness, would be enough to humble you. You would think that it would be enough to make you change your ways. Yet here you are, doing the same old crap, committing the same old crimes and expecting different results. That is the definition of insanity, by the way; doing the same things over and over and expecting different results. Trust me, I would know, I am certifiably insane. So I know insane and you, Dorkster, are definitely insane. The difference between you and me is that I have taken my insanity, my chaos, and I have embraced it. I have mastered the art of using my insanity and my chaos to my advantage. Meanwhile you’re just throwing crap against the wall and hoping it sticks. Unfortunately for you, Apocalypse is your last chance. I am going to put you away for good. I am going to send you packing back to your mommy’s basement, Dorkster, as punishment for your crimes.”