Ducky’s Birthday Bash!!!!!!!!

[The Matt]

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October 22nd, 2022
Boston, Massachusetts
On Camera
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The camera begins to roll. We are in an abandoned, dark warehouse. The lights suddenly come on all at once and we spot an uncomfortable looking grayish chair, or more accurately a throne. A few moments later and we hear footsteps from afar. Those footsteps keep getting closer and closer. Eventually we spot Kimberly Williams entering the scene from the right. The Woman Scorned is wearing a plaid purple pleated skirt that stops just above the knee, sheer see through tights, purple sneakers, an orange blouse, and a purple stylish suit jacket. Her long ginger locks of hair hang straight and unrestrained to past the shoulders. Kimberly has her SCW Underground Championship wrapped around her waist, the HKW Bloodlust Championship draped over her right shoulder, and the ‘Datura Invented’ Unsanctioned Championship draped over her left shoulder.

Kimberly slowly makes her way to the gray throne. The Woman Scorned takes a quick scan of the uncomfortable looking seat before letting out a quick chuckle. Then she sits down on the chair. She places the Bloodlust and Unsanctioned Title belts on either arm rest while unclasping the SCW Underground Title belt and letting it rest in her lap.

“Well this is rather cozy, isn’t it?” Kimberly winks at the camera. “Yeah, I know what you’re thinking, a little Game of Thrones chic don’t ya think? And maybe it is? Ripping off Game of Thrones wasn’t exactly my original plan but damn it, it just makes so much sense. My mother, Angelica Jones, she competed under the moniker of ‘The Dragon’. People called her The Dragon because of how fierce and violent she was inside the ring. She was dominant during her run as an active wrestler. People feared her. And on thirteen separate occasions she took possession of her own version of the iron throne.” She looks at the throne she is seated upon.

“But I have always marched to the beat of my own drum. Sitting upon a throne, being praised as the best wrestler in the world today, that was never my thing. People like Glory Braddock, Syren, and Juneau Frost The Snow Queen, let them obsess over the throne. I don’t need a throne or a crown to prove myself as one of the best wrestlers ever. I know who the hell I am…I am Kimberly Williams and I make an impact anywhere and everywhere I go. I do not need to be the world champion in order to be one of the most impactful and history making competitors in this business today. Just take a look at what I have done in Supreme Championship Wrestling.” She pats the Underground Title belt that rests upon her lap.

“I brought the Underground Division back from the dead. Then I proved to the entire world that the superstars of the Underground are far more than just garbage wrestlers and that we should be taken very seriously. As a proud member of the Underground I have beaten former SCW world champions and history making stars like Syren, Autumn, and Braddock. I have taken the spotlight and put it on this championship and this division. Whether it was me and Jordan, me and Oktoberfest, me and DeeDee McFrosty, or me and four other people, the Underground Division has been the highlight of the night in SCW and what is the one common denominator in all of those situations?” She pats herself on the chest. “ME! The Woman Scorned!”

“I do not sit upon the throne of world champions. I do not desire that throne. Instead I sit here upon the one throne that I desire more than anything else, and that is the throne of chaos. Whether you speak of the Chicago Way Division in MWE, the Bloodlust Division in HKW, or the Underground Division here in SCW, I am the agent of chaos that rules them all! There are many idiots out there who make the claim to be a king or a queen but few can actually back up that claim. Most of them are just full of hot air. But I have proven time and again with my blood that I am the one true undisputed Queen of the Death Match and I dare anyone to try and prove me wrong!” A sly smirk forms upon Kim’s face.

“Rick Pitino once said that dreamers are not content with being mediocre. The one person that embodies the notion of being a dreamer is Ducky.” She waves playfully at the camera. “Hi, Ducky! I can’t wait for your birthday bash! I got my unicorn onesie ready! You’re totally gonna love it!”

“Stay on point.” Comes the voice of Angelica Jones off screen. Kim nods her head quickly.

“Right, sorry! What was I saying again?”

“Ducky is a dreamer.”

“Oh yeah…” Kim refocuses and nods her head “...Ducky is a dreamer. She can dream up the most beautiful of visions. How can you not like sweet Ducky who loves skittles and gummy bears and the Farmstead Friends and hates aliens? I mean, I hate aliens too! I even hate that weirdo on the history channel who keeps talking about aliens! What’s his name again? He’s probably a gleebnorb too and…”

“Kim!” Angelica’s voice again rings out. Kim sighs deeply out of frustration.

“Sorry! Uh, yeah, Ducky is awesome. I love her to death, mainly because of that sweet chaotic mind of hers. It’s just so beautiful. Ducky embodies the beauty of chaos that I have been preaching for a very long time now. So of course Ducky would be the one to come up with what I believe to be the single greatest Trios cash in the history of this company. It is a trios cash in that was formed from the very essence of chaos itself. If you don’t believe me just look at the rules of the match…or lack thereof…” She holds up one fingers “...rule one, every participant has to wear a onesie. I mean, why? There is no point behind it. And that’s what makes that rule so damn great!” She holds up a second finger.

“Rule two…” she throws her arms up into the air and laughs “...well that’s the gag! We don’t know rule two…or rule three…or rule four! Hell, we don’t even know how to win this damn thing! All we know is that a ‘championship match’ is promised to the winner. The way the talking heads on Breakdown explained it, a world title match would be guaranteed to the winner. So why the hell is Xander Valentine in it? You know him, right? Big grumpy guy who happens to be the reigning World Champion? If he wins I guess we get to see Xander fight himself for the title.”

She shoots up from her throne, throws her head back, and laughs out loud. “Beautiful, glorious, chaos! So thank you, Ducky! Thank you for this! And thank you for the invitation to your birthday bash! You better believe that I will be in attendance…” Kimberly adjusts her Underground Title belt, draping it over her right shoulder “...what’s even more beautiful is that there are those who will participate in this, dress in a onesie and in their minds humble themselves and humiliate themselves, just for a chance to potentially become world champion.” Kimberly shakes her head.

“But that’s not how I roll and that’s not why I am taking part. I am in this because of Ducky. She’s a wonderful person and one of the few remaining bright spots in this place. She created the most entertaining and chaos filled match of all and she invited me to participate. It would be rude of me to turn her down.”

“But you see, this little cash in is among the most chaotic thing ever booked in SCW. Trust me, I know because I have been involved in all sorts of chaos through my time as part of the Underground. I’ve been in weapons cage matches, five way fights, Farmstead Fights, I have done it all in SCW. But hell, in this match I’m going in without a damn clue how I am supposed to win!” She claps happily. “I love it! It is the absolute pure definition of chaos and I love it! So when Ducky introduces the most chaotic match of all time to SCW, of course I have to participate! I sit upon the throne of chaos, I am an agent of chaos, and I have to defend my throne from any and all who want to lay claim to it.”

Williams slowly begins to walk away from the gray throne, the throne of chaos as she calls it. Eventually another throne comes into view. This one is a more traditional golden throne with a plush comfortable looking seating. Kimberly motions to the throne and smirks knowingly. “Then there is this throne…the typical, traditional throne that everyone in SCW seeks to claim as theirs. This is the throne of the SCW World Champion.” She turns towards the camera and waves playfully.

“Hi there, Xander! This is yours right now but for how long? If you do not survive this little piece of chaos from the mind of Ducky then whoever DOES win will get a shot at your championship. I know what you’re thinking…it’s the same thing everyone out there is thinking…why does Kim even care about any of this? Kim doesn’t want to be world champion?” She shakes her head. “Listen closely and pay attention to what I say. I do not NEED to be world champion. I know how good I am, I know that I can hang in that ring with the very best to ever do it. I know it because I have done it already. I have wrestled former world champions and I have beaten former world champions. I have beaten Bree Lancaster, Syren, Autumn Valentine, Glory Braddock…some of the biggest names to ever do it in this company…so what if I haven’t held that stupid piece of tin you have right now? The caliber of opponent I have beaten is proof enough for me and everyone to recognize that Kimberly Williams is one of the all time greats. I do not need a belt for validation.” She snickers nastily.

“Do you need that belt for validation, Xander? Do you need to constantly defend this throne to validate yourself? Maybe it is time to introduce a little anarchy into the World Championship? Maybe it is time to knock you off of your high horse and take this throne for myself?” Kimberly sits down on the golden throne. “Ah…it seems like it was made for me! Xander, you speak about making sure the undeserving and unworthy do not become World Champion? Well picture a world with ME as not only the Underground Champion but also the World Champion of this company? You do not get much more chaotic than that.” She nods her head.

“And yes, that is about to become a reality. No, I do not eat, sleep, and breath the world championship. I do not obsess over it like some of you freaks that have some unhealthy fetishes with straps of leather and gold. I am just your average Jill who goes out to that ring and does her damn job! I don’t do it for parades, I don’t do it for praise and honor, and I damn sure don’t do it for a fucking throne!” Kimberly leaps up off of the golden throne and then tips it over. “I do it because this is what I love to do! I do it because I am passionate about it! I am going to participate in Ducky’s birthday bash because I love her to death and because I love me some chaos. If I happen win then I am coming for your championship and I am going to bring it home to THE PEOPLE, where it rightfully belongs!”