Doom & Groove vs Vengeance

[Braddock]

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January 1st, 2021
Boston, Massachusetts
Off Camera
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This run down home would appear, at first glance, to be abandoned.  It appears to be un-kept and completely ignored, allowing time to do its dirty work of destruction.  Sections of ceiling hang limp in the stagnant air. Fragments of plaster lie damp over a long untrodden floor, their only purpose to soak in the seasonal rain. Cold water seeps through window frames, rotten and blistered, to nurse the mildew and rise up wallpapers that peel.  Dust lay over every surface like dirty snow, pristine dust layer, not a foot print anywhere, dust bunnies the size of bowling balls tumbled across the floor boards toward unseen skittles, free papers piled up to the letter box and cascaded all the way to the foot of the rough wooden stairs, old tea cups lay on a coffee table thickly encrusted with dried up mould, dust covered mirrors, smell of mildew, stale air, air thick with dust, shafts of light bursting through gaps in the boarded up window, light streaming through the gaps in the heavy velvet curtains, absolute silence, not even the hum of a refrigerator, the houses only occupants weaved their webs between the spindles of the stair banisters and from the ceiling to the wall, old cobwebs billowed in the draft.

It may not look like much, and most would consider these conditions to be unlivable, but for Kimberly Williams this is home. Kimberly has never wanted much in life, even before she gained a foothold upon her sanity and gained acceptance within her family.  Hell, gaining acceptance within her family could have allowed her to have all of the lap of luxury that she wanted.

Yet she never wanted any luxury.  Living in slums like this helps keep her grounded.  And in her own twisted way, this has helped make her thankful for what she has.  She doesn’t need nor does she want to live the lap of luxury, despite knowing that she easily could.  She is the daughter of Angelica Jones, after all; if her mother wouldn’t give her a nice place to stay, Kimberly knows that her twin sister Marie’s place is also available.  And Marie, who definitely inherited the Jones family attraction to luxury, has the best home she could find.  But Kim wants none of that.  Even Kimberly’s own boyfriend, Tommy Wasley, has a place much nicer than this dump where Kim is staying.  But Kimberly doesn’t want to live the lap of luxury.  She would rather maintain some connection of what reality is like rather than to be sheltered by money and privilege.

No, the raggedy sofa she currently finds herself lying on is not the most comfortable in the world.  In fact, it is quite stiff and any normal human being would get back problems if they were to stay on it for an extended period of time.  But Kimberly likes it.  And that’s all that matters to her.  Kimberly is staring with a bright grin at a cage that sits on a dusty red coffee table.  Inside that cage is a hamster.  A hamster she calls ‘Caligula’...

...yes, Kimberly named her pet hamster after a monstrously evil Roman Emperor.  And yes, Kimberly talks to this hamster.  Talking to your pets isn’t strange though, is it?  But it is strange when you decide to provide a voice for your pet by talking back to yourself.

“Sweet Caligula!” Kimberly says in a sickeningly sweet voice, talking to the hamster that sits and eats pellets in his cage.  “Mommy misses you when she’s on the road!  Yes she does!  But trust me, she’s gutting all sorts of bad people just for you, buddy!”

“I don’t miss you, slut.”

“Caligula?!  Is that a nice thing to say to mommy?!”

“Don’t care.  Fact is if you missed me you’d dump the Polish bitch and the wrestling gig altogether and just stay home and oggle me all the time.  Actually, scratch that, I don’t really want you hanging around my furry little hamster ass all the time.”

The Woman Scorned sighs deeply. “I suppose you’re right, Caligula.  If we spent more time together we’d eventually get on each other’s nerves.  In fact, it’s a wonder that I haven’t gotten on Jessica’s nerves yet?”

“There may be a reason for that, you red headed bimbo.”

“Why’s that?”

“Think about it.  You are the most nerve racking, eccentric psychopath I know.  You send most people running for the hills either by your annoying personality or out of fear that you’re going to cut them.  The fact that Jessica is still with you means…”

“IT MEANS SHE LOVES ME!” Kimberly says happily, jumping jubilantly and clapping her hands happily.  She stops after a few moments and gazes happily down at her hamster Caligula.

“Actually I was gonna suggest that Jessica is just as fucking insane as you but your answer works.  As long it shuts you up and lets me eat my pellets in peace.”

Kimberly blows a kiss at the hamster. “Love you, Caligula!”

“Fuck you.”

The redhead jumps onto the nearby sofa...it isn’t very comfortable but here again The Woman Scorned doesn’t really care much for comfort.  Her life never has been one for comfort and has always been a struggle or a fight of some sort.  This most recent struggle has been one to earn the trust of her half-sister, “The Archangel” Jessica Lasiewicz.  They share the same mother, Angelica Jones, but have different fathers and as a result vastly different upbringings.  Most people look at Kimberly now and think of how dangerous she is, but the truth is this Kimberly is tame compared to how unstable and violent she was when she was first unleashed upon the world at the age of eighteen. Kimberly was so rotten that she even kidnapped her own identical twin sister, Marie Jones, and took her place for several months before eventually having her plan stopped by none other than Jessica Lasiewicz.  The Archangel swore she would never trust Kimberly again and that she would do her best to make sure Kimberly got anywhere near the family again.  It’s hard wired in the genetics of The Polish warrior that she finds it very hard to give anyone a second chance.  She believed the best protection was to never again give Kimberly a chance. Never again.

It took a lot of convincing on the part of their mother to get the siblings together to try this partnership.  But luckily for Kimberly, Jessica was convinced to give her one chance; just one second chance.  And Kimberly did not let that second chance go to waste.  You see, this tag team in Supreme Championship Wrestling, Vengeance, it isn’t just about trying to become tag team champions.  For Jessica this is about seeing how much Kimberly has changed and for Kimberly this is about earning Jessica’s trust.  This is about forming a sisterly bond that they never had.

Kimberly smiles warmly as she feels that least that part of this experiment is successful.  Still other challenges are on the horizon for Jessica and Kimberly.  Still they must face the daunting task of battling the tag teams of SCW.  They haven’t been booked much but that is due in large part to the ongoing tag team league.  Kimberly and Jessica have been watching it with great interest, realizing that the many teams involved are looking to make their mark.  And even now new teams are taking an interest and joining the tag team fray; among them the team of Doom and Groove.  Devin Brando and Lyza Reyes are no strangers to SCW, having participated in previous SCW tournaments.  But now they are signed to a tag team contract.  On the January 13th edition of Breakdown, they will be battling Kimberly and Jessica.

The Woman Scorned is having difficulty focusing on their upcoming match in SCW.  The return of Sorinah Floreschu into the life of Jessica Lasiewicz has brought about troubled times for Vengeance.  Jessica’s history with the woman is well known, for twice she was around her and tried to manage her career.  But her interest in Jessica is still unknown.  But now Kimberly has come to the realization that she also has a connection to Sorinah.

This mystery woman happens to be the surviving sister of Emma Storm, the woman who took Kimberly at birth and raised her off the grid.  The woman who turned Kimberly into The Woman Scorned.

Kimberly’s thoughts are suddenly stopped when the power goes out.  Ordinarily this wouldn’t be an unusual circumstance.  It isn’t like Kimberly is living in the best of neighborhoods or living in the best of homes.  Something like a power outage should be easily explained.  But Kimberly was also trained to know foul play when she sees it.  And she definitely senses foul play here.  Whatever is at play here, will have The Woman Scorned to deal with.  Kimberly swings her legs off the sofa and then she hops up onto her feet.

“Well, well, well, the power went out.  How convenient?  I know Caligula didn’t chew through the wires.  And I’m fairly certain I paid my power bill on time.  Could it be some stupid kids from down the street?  If it is any dumb kids just be aware that I have a penguin and I know how to use him!”

The penguin she references is obviously not an ordinary penguin, but the plush toy penguin stuffed with lead weights and now has become a lethal weapon.  Kimberly smirks knowingly as she listens for an answer to her threat.  Hearing nothing she sighs and shakes her head.

“So if it’s not the kids down the street then that means what?  Ghosts?” Kimberly seems happy again as she claps her hands. “Lovely!  I’ve never met a proper ghost before!  I have so many questions!  What is like to be dead?  Does it hurt?  Do you get any benefits like health insurance in the afterlife?  If I say Beetlejuice three times will he really appear?  Y’know, just the important stuff!”

Kimberly slowly and quietly tip toes around the living room, looking around for possible intruders. “Hello?  Is this you Emma?  It better not be you coming back to haunt my ass.  I went to a lot of trouble to murder you, the least you can do is leave me alone and enjoy your eternity in hell.”

A rustling is heard in the darkened living room.  Kim turns towards the  noise. “Aha!  It is you, isn’t it, Emma?  Fine!  Have it your way!  I’ll bring in a Catholic Priest, a demonologist, a voodoo priest, a shaman, a reiki master, and hell, a witch...and yeah, I know a person, a nice bubbly girl named Kelsai who can hook me up with a good witch...and they’ll exorcise your dead ass from my home!”

And then suddenly there’s more noise.  Kimberly turns to look the other way but then she is caught with a cloth. Even with the cloth covering her mouth Kimberly still manages a witty retort “Oh, this is great, I haven’t seen the use of chloroform in YEARS!”

A brief struggle ensues before Kimberly eventually succumbs and blacks out.

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January 1st, 2021
Boston, Massachusetts
Off Camera
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“The Woman Scorned” Kimberly Williams prides herself on her cunning skills, being a master of mind games and deception.  She learned from the very best (or worst, depending upon your perspective) person she knew; Emma Storm.  Emma had no intentions of raising her as her own child but instead of creating a weapon.  Kimberly became the weapon Emma wanted in spades.  She has used her skills on more than one occasion to replace her identical twin sister, always against her will.  Once she tried to take over her life, a second time she took Marie’s place on a private date with her abusive ex-boyfriend so that she could find out if he had changed, and a third time she did so in order to infiltrate a cult Marie had gotten herself caught up in.  Kimberly even replaced Marie when she no longer wanted to work as a tag team wrestler.  Kim was more than willing to wrestle as Marie Jones while Marie herself sat at home and collected the paycheck for doing nothing.  Rarely does anyone get the jump on Kimberly Williams.

But this night is unusual.  This night is a night of firsts.  Not only is it the first night of the new year but it is also one of the few times that anyone has ever gotten one over on The Woman Scorned.  The eccentric redhead slowly wakes up and even though she is groggy, even though her senses are still slow to recover, she can at least detect that is bound.  As her vision slowly starts to come back she can tell that she is restrained to her bed.  Her training takes hold and she instinctively looks for who it is that has captured her.  Who is holding her hostage?  She turns her head to the left and sees nothing.  She turns to  her right and sees there standing propped up against the wall the mysterious Sorinah Floreschu.  Upon seeing this The Woman Scorned starts laughing.

“Home invasion, drugged, tied to my own bed, all by some mystery stalker lady.  Has someone been peeking at my Christmas list?”

“Good evening, Ms. Williams.”

“Seriously, you’d better not let Tommy [Wasley] catch you here.  He may not approve of sharing me with you, even if you are a sexy little Romanian dish.”

“I’m not here for any romantic fetishes, Ms. Williams.”

“Could have fooled me, especially with these leather straps.  You hiding a whip anywhere baby?”

Sorinah sighs deeply out of frustration. “No…”

“Damn it!  I was so hoping you could let me and Tommy borrow it after we were done tonight!”

“I went to a great deal of trouble to set this whole thing up, Ms. Williams.  Can we at least try to take this seriously?”

“Where’s the fun in that?”

“This isn’t about fun.  This is about you and I having a serious and long overdue conversation.”

Kimberly slowly begins to take it a little more serious and it shows based on the look on her face. “What do we have to talk about?”

“What I have to say to you will come in due time.  But I think you have a great many questions to ask of me.  I’m sure you would love to interrogate me, wouldn’t you?  And quite honestly, I am a giving person.  This, Ms. Williams, is what I have arranged...an opportunity for you to interrogate me.”

“Odd interrogation.  I mean, most good Hollywood movies have the person being interrogated strapped to a chair or bed or something.  So shouldn’t we be in opposite positions?  Then I can go grab Betty White.  It isn’t a whip but it’s still fun!”

“Ms. Williams…”

“Sorry!  But still, if you wanted to answer my questions, why didn’t you just come to me like a normal person and ask?”

Sorinah chuckles. “Are you actually asking this?  Do you not know your own reputation?  You kidnapped your twin sister.  You have tried to disfigure your own FRIEND Abigail Lindsey, God knows what you would have done to an enemy such as Sienna Swann had she not escaped from your staple gun.  And all of that is what’s on public record, there’s also the events the people do not know about; such as when you pretended to be Marie and went out on a date with her abusive ex boyfriend Daniel O’Toole.  You did this knowing that you were going to murder him in cold blood just to protect your sister from ever possibly reuniting with him.  And murder him you did.  Didn’t you, Ms. Williams?”

“Wow, that’s amazingly accurate.  Who are you, Perry Mason?”

“No, I just happen to know a great many things.  And I know enough that if I want to survive any private encounter with you that I need to make sure you are restrained.  Am I correct in that assumption?”

Kimberly pauses to consider the question for only a brief moment before nodding her head in agreement. “Yeah, you’re right actually.  If you had come to me like a normal person I would have totally drugged you and then murdered you.  Not because I get any thrill out of murdering people.  I don’t kill anymore.  Hell, I’m trying to be a lot less of the monster that people think I am.  Only unleashing it when I have to.”

“When do you feel you have to unleash your sadistic, violent, murderous rage, Ms. Williams?”

“Hey!  I thought I was supposed to be the interrogator, not you?!”

“Just answer the question.”

“Fine...party pooper...I only unleash that darkness in defense of my sisters.”

“And you feel that I am a threat to your half-sister Jessica Lasiewicz.”

“Yeah, you kind of are.” Kimberly says, enthusiastically nodding her head.

“And on that particular note you are mistaken, Ms. Williams.  I am no threat to your sister.  None at all.”

“Wait, so if you’re…” Kimberly stops momentarily to consider something “...am I interrogating you now?”

“Yes.”

“Awesome!” Kimberly says happily.

“Can we be serious, please?”

“Sure!  Uh, if you’re not a threat to Jessica then why are stalking her?  You obviously want her for something.”

“Jessica and I were close once.  In fact, I managed her career on two separate occasions.  And I would dare say that she would not be the woman she is today were it not for at least some of my teachings.  I merely wish to give her further guidance.  I wish to offer her more of my teachings, if she wishes to have them.  And I would have come back into her life much sooner but someone forced me to wait, someone forced me to make adjustments…”

“You’re welcome!” Kim says, grinning with mischief.  Sorinah nods her head.

“Yes, you are the one who forced me to adjust my plans.  But it was not due to anything you did.  It was just your mere presence alone that forced me to make adjustments.  You call me a stalker but that has such a negative connotation.  I do keep a close eye on certain people I favor, I have the skills of what you may consider a stalker…”

“Oh go ahead and call yourself a stalker.  I’ve stalked people before.  It’s fun!”

Sorinah rolls her eyes. “Unfortunately even the best are so good at what they do that they inadvertently let what should be painfully obvious escape their notice.  It took me longer than it should have but I eventually figured out who you were….Kimberly Frances Williams, student, trainee of Emma Floreschu.”

Kimberly smirks knowingly. “So you’re not even gonna try and deny it, eh?”

“What would be the point?  You and I both know that you have already connected the dots.  That is partially due to my own negligence.”

“Oh booo!  You won’t even give me credit for my handy dandy detective work!”

“Oh you did well, Ms. Williams; you were trained, after all, by my sister.  Therefore I know you received top notch training.”

Kimberly furrows her brow in confusion. “So Emma has been harassing my mom and me for decades, you’re harassing Jessica…”

“I’m not harassing.”

“Pot...kettle…point is you’ve been around our family for way too long and I’d like to know why.”

“That is a fair question and one that I believe you are entitled to; understand this, Ms. Williams, I am not doing anything insidious.  Nothing I do is malevolent.  Everything I do is to give certain, deserving individuals an opportunity to better themselves and better their lives...something that my sister and I unfortunately did not have.  Then again, you are not exactly blessed with many opportunities when you are dissenters living in a puppet state of Romania ruled by the Soviet Union. Many fled if they could...I believe your great grandparents fled, if my research is correct.”

Kimberly just responds with a simple nod in the affirmative.  Sorinah grins. “Thought so.  Unfortunately, my family wasn’t as lucky.  My parents were murdered by secret police.  But not before managing to smuggle us out of the country, so that we could perhaps have an opportunity in America.  We were taken in by a wealthy couple and raised as Americans.  Emma and I made it our life’s work to take on an apprentice and mentor them, guide them, and teach them the necessary skills to create their own opportunities rather than to wait upon the good nature of those few bourgeois in power.”

“Yeah, because those in power rarely are good natured.” Kimberly answers quietly. Sorinah nods in agreement.

“Emma saw your mother as a woman who fit the description of someone we could take on as an apprentice and join our movement.  And much of her story did fit; she lost her mother to murder, her father then abandoned her, where else was she to go?  She found solace in a convent, she became a nun.  I disagreed with Emma’s choice because I felt that she had chosen her path, a way to escape the horrible hand life had dealt her.  But Emma, who herself held religion in great disdain, felt Angelica Jones could do better.  Against my wishes, Emma decided to interfere in your mother’s life, all to try and force her onto a new path.  Emma tried to lure the young and still easily influenced Angelica away from the religious life by introducing her to a man…”

“Sean Williams.”

“Very good.  Yes, Emma introduced Angelica to the man who would become your and Marie’s father, Sean Williams.  And perhaps Emma’s plan to get Angelica out of the convent was working, but it did have two unexpected side effects.  One it damaged Angelica’s psyche, a part of her loved Sean and a part of her hated herself for breaking her religious vows of chastity.  It planted the seeds of suicide and depression that would exist in the poor woman’s soul to this very day.  The other side effect was Emma herself becoming attracted to Sean.”

Sorinah sighs deeply and shakes her head. “My sister was getting in too deep and she had already lost sight of her vision.  I told her to quit and that she had done enough damage but she was blinded by this point.  She would have Sean Williams to herself come hell or high water.  And so she used the threat of punishment from the Roman Catholic Church as a weapon against her psyche.  She knew Angelica was already overwhelmed with guilt and that extra threat led to Angelica’s first suicide attempt.  Emma didn’t even seem to care that she nearly succeeded in pushing her to her death.  She continued with the threats until finally she learned that her one time potential apprentice was pregnant with twin girls.  So Emma believed that if she convinced Angelica to give up the children then she would have Sean all to herself.  Part one of her plan worked, she convinced Emma to give them up...Emma kept one of them, you, planning to take you on as her apprentice and teach you everything she new once you came of age.  But part two was supposed to be Sean Williams leaving with Emma after being enraged at Angelica’s actions.”

Sorinah shakes her head. “It did not work out that way.  Sean hated them both for what he perceived as manipulation on both their parts.”

“I take it Emma didn’t take that too well…”

“She hates rejection.  So she went...off the grid as some would put it.  She learned at a young age how to go undetected and that’s how you and Emma lived.  Even I had no idea where my sister went.  It wasn’t until she made her public debut with you by her side that I learned she was still alive.  And unfortunately the pain of the rejection and the evil of the greed that existed in her heart caused her to take our original mission, our original plans, and corrupt them.  She wanted to turn you into a weapon that she could use against her enemies.  And she manipulated you into believing her enemies were also your enemies.”

Kimberly is doing her best to maintain a tough, steady gaze but her emotions are overwhelming.  Everything Sorinah has told her is true.  Emma had always viewed Kimberly as little more than a weapon whereas Kimberly for most of her life viewed her as a foster mother. She has to know what this means for Jessica, who is now being stalked by Emma’s sister.  Does she want the same thing?

“What about you?”

“Except for playing a few minor roles in reuniting Angelica with Marie, roles even she did not know I played a part in, I stayed out of your and Marie’s lives.  I felt my family had done enough.  But then Jessica was born.  I saw real potential with Jessica.  I saw in her someone who I could mold into a powerful woman, not powerful like a weapon but powerful to do good in the world.  Knowing the rather dysfunctional family history from both her mother and father I did not wish to tempt fate.  I chose to follow Jessica’s career as she trained, then debuted in GCW.  I gave her a chance to do it on her own but then she and Summer Collins lost a match to Neil Newman and Kyle Butler, a match with a stipulation that forced them to serve as their valets.  As further degradation they made the girls wear cheerleading uniforms.  It disgusted me to no end but it also gave me an opening to enter Jessica’s life.  That’s where my life as Coach came in.  I played into Neil and Kyle’s idiocy and volunteered my services to whip Jessica and Summer into shape, be their Coach if you will.  It was easy to fake a resume and credentials.  They believed I was this top cheerleader and dancer.” Sorinah shakes her head. “None of it was true.  But I was very convincing and I entered Jessica’s life the first time and while Neil and Kyle were being buffoons I taught Jessica...and by association Summer...the courage to stage a revolt.  The same philosophies of revolution being spread in Marxist literature in my youth I put into their heads.  And they brilliantly staged a revolution against them. Now I was out of a job, sure, but I had my foot in the door and I knew that anytime I wanted to I could reenter her life.  And a few years later I did reenter her life.  Then I taught her about leadership.  And boy did she lead.  She led a faction of her own in GCW and became International Champion and nearly won the Global Title.  Then the power started going to her head, she started losing control, and it became clear to me that she needed to learn how to use the power she now had properly.”

“Is that what you’re here to do now?  Teach her how to control herself?  Make her a leader of some group?”

“Heavens no.  I just want to finish the training I had already begun.  And, if she wants it, continue to follow her career until my life ends.  And maybe, at the same time, I can correct a mistake from my own sister’s haunted, demented past.”

Kimberly arches her brows curiously. “You mean me?”

“Of course.  What my sister did to you was wrong and it has been haunting me the moment I realized who you were.  I want to correct that wrong and I want to do so the only way I know how...by guiding and helping both you and your sister.”

“But why?  Why us?!”

“You already heard my motivations.” Sorinah slowly makes her way around the bed and loosens the straps.  Kimberly is still very much drugged and cannot move. “You will be able to move properly in due time.  This will give me time to get away.  Please consider my offer, Kimberly.”

“But I can’t trust you.”

“Yet I trust you.  And as an illustration of my trust I will leave you and your sister alone.  I will not make contact with you again until you reach out.  Therefore all you have to do to get rid me is don’t tell Jessica about any of this.  Remain silent and I am gone.  But even if you are the least bit curious about my offer then tell Jessica.” Sorinah turns to walk away, waving a hand at Kimberly. “Until we meet again, Kimberly.”

“You seem pretty confident that I am gonna tell Jessica.”

“Yes...yes I am.”

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On Camera
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We open in front of what appears to be the great city of Tokyo in Japan.  Screaming of sheer fear can be heard as the citizens of Tokyo are running for their lives, pointing up to the sky towering overhead...the monster known as...GODZILLA!

Ok, no, actually this is a Hollywood set; well, it isn’t even a real Hollywood set.  And that isn’t really Godzilla.  It’s just Kimberly Williams donning a tyrannosaurus rex outfit.  The Woman Scorned is stomping about pretending to bring destruction to this (fake) city.

“Roar!  All will fall before the might of The Lizard King!” Kimberly stomps and turns to face the camera.   She grins from ear to ear.

“Now the T-Rex was the king of the dinosaurs and Godzilla is the king of the monsters...seriously, he legit won a tournament that also involved Mothra, Rodan, and King Ghidorah to earn that title...but alas I am no king.  I’m not even a queen or a princess.  But I am a humble servant of our benevolent overlord, The Lizard King himself.  I pay his reptilian royal highness homage with this display of power in front of the Japanese people!”

Kimberly pauses momentarily and sighs. “Ok, fine, I’m not really in Tokyo.  Take all the fun away from it why don’t ya?  What I can say honestly is that the safety and security of our Lizard Kingdom will not be taken away so long as The Woman Scorned and her trusty sidekick The Archangel are drawing breath.” Kimberly giggles. “Pssst...don’t tell Jessica I said she was my sidekick!”

“Anyway, me and Jess haven’t seen much action lately because we’ve been busy doing the bidding of our benevolent Lizard King, protecting him from the evil that is The Wonderland.” She points at the camera. “That’s right, I’m talking to you Gio, Cain, and Alice in Chains.  You can keep knocking us down but we’ll keep getting right back up and you know why?  Because Jessica is too damn stubborn to quit fighting and me?  Well, I’m a sociopath.  I enjoy violence.  There’s nothing you can do to make me want to back down.  You dial up the intensity and we’ll match it, because we are Vengeance and we are THE force of nature around here, not you or your drugged up fearless leader.  So this thing between us and The Wonderland, it isn’t over, not by a longshot.  And whenever we feel good and ready, maybe if there’s still some of you left after The Perfect Pack are done whipping your collective asses, then Jess and I will march right into The Wonderland and burn it to the ground.”

“Alas, as proud as I am of being the defender of The Lizard Kingdom, it really doesn’t help advance my own career.  And yeah, I may be a bit crazy, but I do have ambition and my sister Jessica, she damn sure has ambitions.  She doesn’t want her SCW return to go sour.  We came here not just to be a force but THE force in SCW’s tag team division.  And yeah, we may have been late to the tag league dance, but we have following it very closely, especially now that it is winding down.  And say what you will about this tag team league, one thing it has done is get SCW’s tag team division noticed.  People are talking about the great tag teams in Supreme Championship Wrestling.  Some of them are doing more than just talking, they have decided to make a concerted effort into making their presence felt.”

Kimberly smirks knowingly. “Hi there Brando and Reyes!  Loved you in Apocalypse Now!” Kimberly laughs. “Oh I just kill myself!  Anyway, you two have already made yourselves known in SCW.  Lyza was in the God of Wrestling Tournament...where you incidentally lost to my sister...GO JESS!  WOOOOO!!!” Kimberly jumps up and down overly excited for a few brief moments before stopping suddenly.

“Then you brought Vito Corleone in as your tag team partner for the tag team tournament.  And you made up for the wee little misstep by winning the whole damn thing.  Good job to you.  I would applaud you but I am now a T-Rex and I have tiny arms.  And I suppose your thought process is that since you managed to find success in the tournament, you can succeed in SCW’s tag team division proper.”

The Woman Scorned nods her head. “It is a perfectly logical thought process.  Problem is you’re now facing the cream of the crop.  The best tag team wrestling has to offer.  Look at what some of these teams have accomplished so far in this Tag Team League.  From Booted and Suited the current champions, Cookie and Jordan who ran roughshod through the league until running into the absolutely amazing Frozen Hell, and even some complete stuck up bitches like Sienna and Bree or Dark Fantasy.  I mean, I would not mind if the four of them got hit by a truck, but even I cannot deny their talent.”

“And you won’t be able to deny the fact that you have entered the deep end of the pool, you won’t be able to deny that you are in way over your head when you face your TRUE first test on Breakdown against Vengeance.  And in case you forgot who we are let me spell it out for you.”

“First there’s ‘The Archangel’ Jessica Lasiewicz, the woman who already beat one of ya.  She herself is a former world champion as a singles competitor and has held tag team gold everywhere she has been.  She is currently one half of the MWE World Tag Team Champions.  So does she know tag team wrestling?  Damn right she knows it.”

“And then there’s me, The Woman Scorned.  I have held tag team gold with many partners in GCW, UWA, and even here in SCW.  I may be happy go lucky with fun jokes and an eccentric attitude that leads to me dressing up as a dinosaur, but don’t underestimate my talent.  Because you wanna know who I REALLY am?  I am the psychotic bitch who owns a pinfall victory over the reigning SCW Interim World Champion.”

Kimberly nods her head. “That’s who you are facing, Devin and Lyza.  That’s what you’re up against.  And now I don’t know much about the Groove you’re planning to bring to the table but I can tell you one thing, your prospects of victory are definitely Doomed.”

Kimberly playfully waves at the camera. “Bye!”