Kimberly Williams vs. Jamison Logan

[The Matt]

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May 23rd, 2023
Boston, Massachusetts
On Camera
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The camera begins to roll. We open inside of an empty warehouse in Boston, Massachusetts. Footsteps are heard getting closer and closer; eventually we spot none other than the reigning SCW Underground Champion, Kimberly Williams, entering the scene from the right. The Woman Scorned is wearing a high waist plaid green mini skirt, a matching plaid jacket over a solid green top, and perched atop black patent leather high heel pumps. Her long red hair is left unrestrained to flow to past the shoulders. She has her SCW Underground Championship title belt wrapped around her waist and the HKW Bloodlust Championship title belt draped over her right shoulder. The Queen of the Death Match has a smirk plastered across her face.

“Ask and you shall receive? That’s the way it goes, am I right? A couple of weeks ago I asked Mr. D if he could find something for me to do…or to be more precise, someone for me to maim.” Kimberly motions to herself. “Look at me! I get bored! Do you really want a maniac like me running around with nothing to do? Who knows what might happen if I’m left unsupervised?! I might just terrify and terrorize the commentary team!” She nods her head. “Sorry Knots! Sharper! You two are my secret favorites, don’t tell the others.” Kim winks playfully before resuming her talk.

“Why do I want to fight? Why do I want a new dance partner to tango with? It isn’t necessarily out of bloodlust but hey, if we shed some blood along the way then all the more fun, am I right? But seriously; I want to fight because of what I possess…” she pats her two title belts “...when people see these championships, especially the Underground Championship, I want the entire world to know that they are looking at a proud representative, a proud flag bearer of this division. I want people to look at me and know that I represent the very best of the Underground. Luz, well both her and Amelia, quite frankly, helped me realize that. And the fight I had with Luz, the Underground throwdown for my championship, it was absolutely beautiful!” Kimberly takes a bow. “Thank you, Light in the Darkness, for slapping me in the face and helping me get back on track. Thank you, Luz, for giving me everything you had and then some on Breakdown! Thank you for trying to maim me on Breakdown! It was an honor to go to war with you! And I satisfied that deep hunger within my soul, that hunger to prove that I am worthy of this Underground Championship, that I am STILL worthy of leading the Underground division, and that I am damn sure still the Queen of the Death Match! For some, that might be good enough. Some may be content with that. Not me.” Williams sighs and then shakes her head.

“But that’s not enough. I want more and thankfully it seems as if Mr. D has found something else for me to do. Which brings me to another old saying…be careful what you wish for, because you just might get it. I got my wish. But maybe I’m not the one who should worry about getting what I asked for? I think my opponent should be the one most concerned about yours truly getting her wish granted by the Almighty D!” Kim waves playfully at the camera. “Hi there Jamison! How ya doin’ buddy? You don’t have to answer now. You can tell me later after I’ve driven my knee into your skull. Or you can tell me after I damn near rip your legs off with Scorned. It appears that you are the lucky guy to go out on a date with moi this coming Breakdown. And unfortunately for you, all of my dates turn out to be very violent. It isn’t personal, Logan. It’s just how I’m built. I am in your face, I am nonstop bell to bell extreme. I throw everything I have at my opponents until they either give up or just cannot go anymore. And that applies to the Underground, that applies to standard matches, it doesn’t really matter. Whatever kind of match you’re in against the Queen of the Death Match you can expect a god damn war!” Williams nods her head.

“I say that because I don’t want you to get too comfortable about our match on Breakdown. Don’t think that just because this isn’t being contested in my playground, on my home turf in the Underground, that you somehow have an advantage. The past few years where I have dominated the death match scene here in SCW, in MWE, in HKW, and everywhere else all over the world, I have earned the moniker Queen of the Death Match. It isn’t a catchy nickname I gave myself. I earned that. But after years of earning that moniker, people tend to forget that I am also a technical marvel. People tend to forget that I can mat wrestle with the best of them, that I know submissions galore. Some people call it a sharpshooter, but I call it Scorned. I can slap a crucifix armbar with a neck submission, I call it Homage to the Queen. I guarantee you that regardless of whether I put you in Scorned or Homage to the Queen, you will end up being forced to tap out and pay homage to this Queen of Chaos.” She laughs quietly. “See, some think that this match is meaningless to me. My championship isn’t on the line. It isn’t an Underground rules match. So why should crazy Kim even care?” She shrugs her shoulders.

“It’s quite simple. This is about me reminding everyone in SCW just what I am capable of; this is reminding each and every person in the back why I am one of the deadliest bitches on this roster. I am not deadly just because I will staple your ass without warning or that I might stab you if you piss me off. I am not deadly because I might get a wild idea to organize one of the most chaotic matches in SCW history. Although all of that does play a role. One of the primary reasons I am deadly, and why everyone should at least respect me…if not fear me…is because I am capable of doing it all. I can be a death match queen and a straight up mat wrestling marvel. I can be a tag team specialist. I can do it all in that ring. I don’t brag about it because I don’t need to brag about it. I am quite comfortable in my own skin, so people can look down on me and think of me as just another clown. Let them underestimate me because of what they THINK Kimberly Williams is all about. Anyone who underestimates me will suffer the consequences.” She points a finger at the camera.

“You won’t underestimate me, will you Jamison? Surely Amy and the other Blackout trainers have taught you and trained you better than to underestimate anyone, especially not Crazy Kim!” She clasps her hands together, as if in prayer. “So please, Jami! I’m begging you! Do not underestimate me! I’m begging you to bring your very best to the ring on Breakdown! Because I want to beat you at your very best.” She shakes her head. “Then again, your very best may not be enough. I mean, let’s face it, sweetie…your career in SCW has been, to put it nicely, a little slow. That’s not an insult, so don’t take it that way. I mean, SCW has the most competitive roster in the business. Of course anyone would have a slow start. I should know. I’ve been here for going on five years now and sure, I’ve won tag titles with my sister Marie, I got what some might consider an upset over Bree Lancaster for the United States title. But it took nearly five years for me to finally find my niche in this company. It took me five years for me to discover the keys to my success here in SCW. What works for me is simply embracing the beautiful glorious chaos! But you are still new. You are still green. You are so young and still haven’t quite discovered what it takes to succeed. You haven’t reached that point where you find where you fit in this chaotic world of SCW. Now you find yourself in arguably one of the toughest challenges of your career, facing a reigning champion.” She pats her SCW Underground Title belt.

“And not just any reigning champion, but someone who has dominated the division for almost half of its existence since it was reactivated. Now THAT is a tough mountain to climb, isn’t it? Might as well call me Mount Everest!” She throws her head back and laughs. “You’re still learning. You’re new to SCW. The one and only thing you might have had in your favor is the fact that this is just an ordinary match, not Underground Rules, but trust me Jamison, I am just as efficient a wrestler as I am a maimer. I can tie you up in knots just as good as I can tie you and me up in barbed wire. And on top of that, I DO have motivation. I DO have a reason to fight. I have a message to send to everyone on the roster. And you, Jami, are gonna be the messenger.” She winks at the camera. “I hope I didn’t sound too over the top. Too arrogant. God knows I don’t wanna sound like every other cookie cutter champion in the world today. But take my word for it, kid, I want this win. I want it badly. And I want to show the entire world that The Woman Scorned is also a woman on a mission…” she holds up one finger.

“...one year ago at Taking Hold of the Flame, I can oh so close to winning the damn thing. I went deep. Then I got distracted. Got caught up messing around with a bunch of farm animals and Deanna Frost. I got distracted trying to win back my Underground Championship. But now that I have it back and now that I have reestablished myself at the top of the Underground, I realize that the time is now to make ONE MORE RUN in Taking Hold of the Flame. This year I know I can win. This year I can achieve the greatest prize…getting this championship, the Underground Championship, into the main event of Rise To Greatness. I just need to win Taking Hold of the Flame and if there’s one thing I’ve learned in my career is that momentum is everything. This is the last show before the Flame and I will damn sure need all the momentum I can get. So yes, Jami, I need to beat you. I honestly don’t know if you were what Mr. D had in mind when I asked for something to do or not.” She shrugs her shoulders. “Don’t know, don’t care. But I DO have something in mind for myself to do at Taking Hold of the Flame. Just like thirty nine others, I will throw my hat into the ring…literally, I will wear a hat to the ring and throw it in…I will enter Taking Hold of the Flame and I will represent the Underground, but more importantly represent myself. I will take on the single greatest chaotic challenge of them all.” She smiles devilishly. “And I will be victorious.” She points a finger at the camera. “It all starts with you, Jami. Everything starts on Breakdown with you and I. See you soon.” Williams turns and skips happily away until she is off camera. The scene fades to black.