Kimberly Williams, The One & Allocco vs Konrad Raab, Alexis Quinne & Selena Frost

[TheOne]

OOC Note: All characters used were used with permissions

{Meanwhile... In Present Day...}

While my past continues to define where I came from, who I am, and what has made brought me to this point in my life, the presence of time has carried forth in reality.  It has not stopped.  I have not ceased to create new history for myself, but instead focused on the past in order to ensure that the world knew what I have been through and where I came from.

My history in SCW has been an up and down roller coaster in the eyes of many.  I walked in and made a definitive statement at Taking Hold of the Flame, making it to the elusive top 10 in my firat attempt, and from there, subsequently was able to win and lose my first official match all in the span of minutes.  I've definitely done whatever I could to make it interesting and difficult on myself all at once.

Then came an unexpected opportunity where a championship opportunity was presented to me after slipping for the Underground Championship, and initially, I didn't believe titles were what I wanted defining my career in this industry, but to get where I wanted, I quickly realized they were almost a necessity.  So I went out there and I capitalized on the chance.  I went in there and I did something many were surprised to see, and I won.  I won definitively.  And I defended the title proudly, time after time, which then led to another unexpected chance for me...

The Chamber...

The Chamber wasn't as much of a flourishing moment for me.  But I emerged and took the loss in the Chamber as a learning experience, which then led me to have to completely change my mentalit for the near future of SCW, and that's change my focus from he Television Championship to the Trios Tournament where my name was associated to that of SCW legend, Adam Allocco and Kimberly Williams.  It was another opportunity thrown my way in a very quick period of time, and this one would actually prove detrimental to my reign as Television Champion, as my focus drifted just enough... And I failed at my mission of continuing on as the Working Woman's Champion...

Backstage, right as The One comes through the curtain after her loss of the Television Championship to Polly Playtime, her mood and demeanor are obvious.  She's livid, she's angry, and she wants nothing to do with anyone.  As is typical of "behind the scenes" at a professional wrestling show, wrestlers are typically evaluated by medical staff to ensure there is nothing majorly wrong, and they can wrap up for the night.  The One ignores this regular occurrence, storming by trainers, doctors, and members of the staff, alike, who are each calling out to her, wanting to give her the once-over and ensure she is OK.  With each person who steps in her way, they are either walked around, or walked through.

It's obvious for the seasoned team backstage they need to let her cooldown before they try and assess her.

In her mind, though, she wants none of anyone.  She's let her guard down again.  She's allowed herself to be distracted from what was important in the moment, and come up short, this time understanding the feeling of losing championship in the business, for the first time in her career.  It's another feeling she doesn't like and makes her feel more and more rage inside.  She takes her frustrations out on the door of her locker room, smashing it open so hard that it almost bounces back and hits her in the face.  It barely misses her and closes itself behind her, as she makes a b-line for her belongings.  And she begins to grab her stuff, wanting to just leave, a voice startles her from behind, and is one she didn't expect to be so gleeful and jovial in her presence.

Kimberly Williams: Lookie lookie at what the cat drug in!  How's The One doing?

The One, startled, stands up and just turns around to see Kimberly Williams standing there with a grin on her face, and tilting her head to the side.

The One: You have about as long as it takes a DC superhero movie to be considered a flop to get the FUCK out of here...

Kimberly Williams: Well THAT's not a very hospitable way to greet one of your new partenrs!

THe One snarls.

The One: You know... That's the exact reason I'm pissed off.  I was out there thinking about some dumb tag team match with two people who I couldn't trust to save themselves from a mountain lion attack!

Kim giggles.

Kimberly Williams: Hehe!  Kitty!  I'd boop the snoot...

The One rolls her eyes.

The One: That's the shit I'm talking about.  I went out there thinking too much about if I should even TAKE you seriously, against a girl who is just as off her rocker as you are with the ditzy, fake-ass, persona.  And now I have to look at the mirror image of that bitch here, thinking I have to try and be friendly and team with you?  Man... Fuck that... You and Adam don't give a shit about me, and we know I don't care about either one of you.

Kim's face goes pouty.

Kimberly Williams: That's just not nice...

The One: Well fuck you, I'm sorry, and I don't fucking care... Now if you would, please, get the fuck out of here, and I'll see if you when, and if, I see you...

The One turns around and bends over to get her stuff.  As she's bent over she sees Kim's feet approaching from behind.  The One stands up, with her back to Kim, and sighs, gritting her teeth... She spins around and begins to talk, seeing that creepy smile of Kim slowly turn upside and her eyes go all Stanly Kubrick as she looks up at her with a look of anger and rage.  Kim lunges forward, pushing The One into the wall, and pushing her arm across her throat and lifting The One's head back.  Her tone, no longer jovial and joking, becomes dead serious and angry.

Kimberly Williams: Excuse me?  You don't care?  You don't care about the Trios?  You don't care about an opportunity that would give you a golden FUCKING ticket in SCW for, literally, ANYTHING?  How fucking ignorant and STUPID are you?  How NAIVE are you?  Do you not realize what this would mean to your big "mission" here?

Kim leans in and begins to whisper in a, continued, angry, manner.

Kimberly Williams: I don't think you fucking understand what has been handed to you.  You have been GIFTED an opportunity.  Something you probably don't deserve.  Something that, while I don't like you, I believe in what you say, and think this could be YOUR chance, just like it could be mine and Adam's.  You could walk out there, and you could take any, fucking, person, on, for anything on the line, and you GET IT.  Hell, greedy assholes have asked for every title on the line for them and them only.

And guess what?  They got it!

So you have a chance to have what you want, and have it now.

Kim stands back, and let's the one down, and returns her tone to normal volume.

Kimberly Williams: ... You may not realize this, but I want the elitist out of SCW as much as you do.  I want SCW to be fucking better.  Adam Allocco wants SCW to be better.  He's someone who has been through it all in this fucking place, and you and I have a chance to help him do it.  For once in your pathetic life, and especially once in your SCW career, realize this whole thing isn't just about you.  This is about that big fucking picture you ALWAYS bring up.  This is about everything you SAY you want to do, and haven't been able to do ANYTHING about.  You've been handed a gift, as have I.  Adam has done this before.  Adam has won this before.  WE are not going to be the ones who fuck HIM over for what he wants to achieve either.  Just like we aren't going fuck one another over for OUR goals.

So that means you have two choices, you nameless bitch...

You get to put your personal fucking ego aside, and actually play nice with Adam and I.  You get to act like you're not this self-centered, selfish, and self-aggrandizing, nobody who showed up in SCW, and instead are exactly what and who you say you are.  You want to be pissed about the Trios distracting you, then use it.  Grow up.  It's one match.  We've all been there.  It's part of becoming something BETTER, like you seem to say you want to be.  And think about the first round... You get one of your obsessions right there, ready to be taken and beaten, like you'd always want to, and this time, you'd be a step closer to getting something out of it.  But you have to decide if you're going to be a little bitch about one match, or if you understand that you have something far fucking bigger in front of you.

The One snarls, adjusting her stance, but looking Kim dead in the eyes.

Kimberly Williams: ... You can be angry... You can be pissed... But you need to understand I get where you're coming from and what you want to do here.  I respect how you came in, guns blazing.  Now you need to open your eyes and understand that people respecting you, showing you they hear you, sometimes requires you to grow the FUCK up and not be a little bitch about the fact that you didn't get your way.  It's called becoming an adult.  And in this business, you grow up, or you get the fuck out.  You want to make a difference, you want to establish this character you call The One as a presence people should take seriously?  Then maybe it's time you quit acting like this renegade, lone wolf, I can do it myself, kind of person, and open your eyes to what is staring you in the face...

Me!

I've been there... Done that... And I learned the hard way... That's why I am who I am... Now you can grow up and start to find who you are outside of this petulant child, and become an adult, or in the end you can do nothing, contribute nothing, be nothing, and be that third wheel that a lot of Trios teams have, that does NOTHING to help the team as a whole.  But it's your call, KID...

Hearing someone call her "kid," much like her placating father, immediately brings the fire out inside of her.

The One: You don't fucking think I know what the Trios mean?  You don't think I see it?  Why do you think I let it consume me?  Huh?  Greed!  The thing those same elitists DIE for.  The same thing that if they don't get, they get all pissy and throw tantrums to whomever will listen.  I let greed get in my way TONIGHT and I'm pissed about THAT because I had to focus elsewhere, and I didn't...

Kimberly Williams: Well boo fucking hoo... That's life.  This is life.  If you can't focus on more than one thing you're going to crash and burn like some ramp worker who decided to joyride in a 737.  You want to be that guy?  You want to be someone who can't multitask?  Or do you want to grow the FUCK up and step the FUCK up?  You have a team willing to ignore anything you've done or said and actually BELIEVE that you're willing to ACTUALLY fight for a cause.  But it's up to you to show if you have that capability inside you, or if you really are just pure talk... And my question is, what's going to be?  Are you going to be "The One" who steps up, or are you going to be like the little girl who came storming in here and acting like a butt hurt little bitch?

The One steps forward and gets nose to nose with Kim, and now, her rage comes out.

The One: A butt hurt little bitch?  Really?  That's all you think of me?  No... You know jack SHIT about who I am or what I have been through.  I have had ONE, count them ONE PERSON, in my life I have ever been able to trust with my life.  ONE PERSON who I knew believed in me, and I could believe in as well.  And bitch, that wasn't anyone in my own fucking family it was the one person who helped me become me.  SHE's been the only person I can trust because everyone else has stabbed my ass in the back.  So pardon-fucking-me for not immediately being all gung-ho about being grouped with people who, for one, I've had to fight...

The One gets snarky.

The One: ... And in case you forgot because you've gotten throttled in the head a few too many times, that's you...

The One makes a juvenile, squinty, smiling, face, at Kim.

The One: ... And the other?  Well he's a guy that, yes, I respect, but I doubt I rank high on his list of people he'd rely on watching his back.  Why?  Because I haven't held back fucking anyone up who gets in my way.  I haven't been scared of anyone.  Have I gotten pissed, yeah, but that's just raw emotion.  But if you think you can stand here and challenge me, and say I would throw an opportunity away because in this moment, when it was my focus instead of my title defense, I'm not thrilled about it, then you don't know me one fucking bit.

Because the fact is this, Kimberly... I'm not fucking dumb!

You and Adam want me to trust you, then you better make sure you show me the same trust.  You better make sure I don't, for one IOTA of a moment in time, question either one of you.  If you two can be that, then I'll have your fucking back without batting an eyelash and nobody will lay a hand on either one of you.  You two give me doubt... Well... Then I guess I may have to think.  But by the sound of your little strongman play here, you want to know where I stand for real.  You want to know where I am, as I said, for real.  So hear me out, Kim... You and Adam, do your job, I will do mine.  In the end we all get what we want.  Prove I can trust you, I don't know, maybe it gets you a favor down the road, whether you want it or not.  Why?  Because I remember shit like that.  We win this thing... The One is loyal, and, like I said, will repay that debt to both of you because unlike a lot of fucking people, I speak my mind, but I live by my word...

Kim steps back, still with the Kubrick look in her eye.  The two continue to glare at one another, for what feels like a lengthy period of time, before Kim immediately smiles, and tilts her head to the side.

Kimberly Williams: AWESOME BLOSSOM FRIEND!

Kim then has the audacity to "boop" The One on the nose.

Kimberly Williams: BOOP!

Kim then turns before The One can even respond, and walks out of her dressing room.  The One looks around as if this has all been some kind of ruse or joke, like a segment of Candid Camera.  Realizing that this has been the personality, the actions, the true inner darkness of Kimberly Williams, The One begins to realize that maybe she's not alone in the fight, and maybe the Trios Tournament presents an opportunity she didn't realize was truly in front of her.

In my mind, this moment was surreal.  I didn't know what had just happened.  I had been approached by someone I had entered a battle with and was now forced to fight alongside, and I saw a dichotomy of personality, and heard a seriousness I didn't know existed, that almost made me relate to this woman.

And all I could wonder, who is she, really?

Regardless, what I saw in her eyes, whether either side was a "front" to the other, was an honesty in her message.  I heard her being tasked with approaching me and facing me with the idea that I was either on board, or I was to expect nothing from the two.  It's why I wanted to convey the exact thing in return.  Either they could show me the trust, or they could be marked for dead.

The One is someone who believes in returning favors, right or wrong.  The One has always believed in things being squared up.  I don't believe that this moment is creating some form of long lasting bond between Adam Allocco, Kimberly Williams and The One, but I believe that if what Kimberly referenced and expressed is her and Adam's true belief, they are not people who have ever shown me that they are not willing to be genuine in who they are, even if it presents a complete personality transposition.

What happens from here?  I guess I, along with the world, find out together.  I've spent my time trying to define who I was based on my past, and now, while I am not the most beloved individual in the world because I'm willing to do whatever it takes to achieve the mission, maybe the world begins to view The One in a light a little less hostile?  Maybe the world begins to see that there is always a reason behind the actions and that The One may not be a "good guy," a "bad guy," or someone in the middle... Maybe the world realizes that if you earn my trust, you can count on it to be there for the fight, the mission, or the "returning of the favor."  Because the one thing The One is, is loyal.  You earn the loyalty, even for a fraction of a moment, it goes a long way, and is considered deserved.