Chris Dumont vs. Kimberly Willaims

[Adamsama]

Shot of Adrenaline Tournament

SCW Adrenaline Championship

2 RP Limit for singles

3500 Word Per RP

Deadline: 11:59:59 pm ET Wednesday, September 10, 2025

[The Matt]

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September 5th, 2025
Boston, Massachusetts
Off Camera
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Kimberly Williams has a reputation for being a nuisance in the world of professional wrestling, annoying and even obnoxious at times. The fans, her Kimmymaniacs as she calls them, absolutely love it. They love her crazy, insane antics and they love her. Her crazy behavior and chaotic lifestyle has made her one of the more popular wrestlers in SCW. Her chaotic behavior has also led her to a successful professional wrestling career. In fact, back in July at Rise To Greatness, Kimberly Williams defeated Dexter Grant to win the SCW Adrenaline Championship. It would mark the fourth championship she is holding simultaneously (along with the 5 Lakes Tag Team Title, HKW Bloodlust Title, and Valiant World Championship). It also puts her one championship away from being a Supreme Champion in SCW. The Woman Scorned won’t let anyone know it, but she is genuinely proud of herself and of what she has managed to achieve up to this point. For a long time many have accused the eccentric ginger of not being a serious competitor, of being more of a cartoon character than an actual wrestler, but now she is on the run of her career. She is SCW Adrenaline Champion. Her philosophy of chaos has brought her unheard of success and she is slowly but surely proving all of her critics and doubters wrong. Kim is starting to prove that she is one of the best wrestlers, not just in her family, but in wrestling today.

Now she has yet another opportunity to prove herself to the entire world via the Shot of Adrenaline Tournament. This will arguably be her toughest challenge to date as she has to run the gauntlet of several tough SCW superstars in order to not only win the tournament but retain her championship; because in each match the champion is in, the title is on the line. Therein lies the kicker; Kim must successfully defend the title in each match if she is to walk away from this tournament with her gold intact, let alone with a victory. Her first opponent will be Chris Dumont; she is familiar with him already, at least due to her interactions and wars with Dumont’s friend and tag partner David Striker. If Dumont is anything like Striker, Kim knows she will be in for a war in her first tournament match and first defense of the Adrenaline Title.

Yet on this day, twenty four hours after the Shot of Adrenaline Tournament first got under way in Philadelphia, The Woman Scorned finds herself in her home of Boston, Massachusetts. She is in need of assistance from her identical twin sister Marie Jones. Kimberly recently joined a strange group of eccentric wealthy individuals called The Athenian Fellowship and she suspects that there is something far more insidious, something far more dangerous than meets the eye. Williams needs to talk to her sister Marie. Marie has been there for her in the past and she feels that she may need her again.

Kimberly Williams had always been the more impulsive of the two, and that restless streak was on full display the morning she decided to show up at her twin sister’s home without so much as a phone call. Kimberly Williams had not warned Marie of her arrival, nor had she even sent the courtesy of a text. Marie should be grateful that Kim isn’t just breaking into her home; she has been known to do that. Instead, The Woman Scorned opts to do things the normal, traditional way. After all, the subject of this visit will be troubling enough; no need to startle her twin sister with breaking and entering. Thus she approaches the front door, which itself was telling; a heavy mahogany polished to a sheen. Marie’s world was one of refinement, and it showed even before the threshold. When the lock clicked and the door swung open, Kimberly was confronted not just by her twin, but by the uncanny doubling of herself rendered in a different medium. Marie Jones stood framed in the doorway with the poise of a woman whose life was a series of deliberate brushstrokes. Her blouse, silk in a pale shade of ivory, fell gracefully against her frame, the cuffs fastened with delicate pearl buttons. A charcoal skirt, pressed and tailored, seemed almost sculpted to her figure. Around her neck hung a simple gold chain that caught the light, understated yet undeniably elegant. The twin siblings were a contrast in styles; Marie exemplified elegance whereas Kim was wearing faded denim jeans, a navy blue hoodie, and simple sneakers.

“Kim!” Marie exclaims, visibly startled at first by her twin’s arrival, but quickly she regains composure. “What are you doing here?”

“Oh not much.” Kim smiles sheepishly. “Just planning to kidnap you, lock you in the basement of my home, and take over your life.”

“Not funny.” Marie shakes her head.

“Why not?”

“Because you actually did that once!”

“Oh yeah! I forgot!” Kim chuckles. “Fun times!”

“For you, maybe.” Marie rolls her eyes. “Seriously though, what are you doing here? Just last night you were Philadelphia for Breakdown…weren’t you?”

“Was I?” Kim asks playfully. “I mean, that’s the brilliance of social media! All you saw was Wasley…the penguin not my boyfriend…helping get the SCW Adrenaline Championship a lot of new social media likes and views! I could have been anywhere, not necessarily in Philly…”

“I did see that.” She sighs. “I guess you can come in.”

“Nice seeing you too.”

Marie stepped aside and gestured for her sister to enter, her movements smooth, like the turning of a page in a well-practiced ritual. Kimberly crossed the threshold, and at once the world shifted. The living area unfurled around her in a grand statement of refinement, the kind of space that reflected not just wealth but taste honed by years of conscious cultivation. Floor-to-ceiling windows dominated one wall, offering a sweeping view of Boston that caught the late afternoon sunlight in golden streaks. The furniture was all clean lines and muted tones, an understated blend of creams, grays, and polished walnut, accented by the occasional splash of color from a throw pillow or a vase of fresh orchids perched on the glass coffee table. A Persian rug, intricate and subdued in pattern, sprawled across the floor beneath a pair of sleek armchairs, while a fireplace anchored the far wall, its marble mantle adorned with a few carefully selected photographs in silver frames. It was, unmistakably, Marie’s world: elegant without ostentation, refined without a hint of clutter.

The Queen of the Death Match sank into the sofa, sprawling with the careless ease of someone accustomed to less disciplined environments, her body language an unintentional affront to the symmetry and restraint of the room. Marie, by contrast, moved with careful precision, lowering herself onto an armchair with her legs crossed at the ankle, her posture a study in elegance even in this most informal of moments.

“So you know, not that I’m complaining…”

“I get the feeling you’re about to complain.” Kim says with a knowing smirk. Marie sighs.

“Like I said, not that I’m complaining, but what are you doing here?”

“What? I can’t visit my favorite sister?” Kim asks playfully. “Don’t tell Jessica that I said you were my favorite sister.

“It’s our secret.” Marie rolls her eyes. “And yes, you can visit me anytime, but aren’t you a little busy right now?”

“Busy?” Kim scoffs. “I don’t know the meaning of the word!”

“You should.” Marie remarks quickly. “You hold four championships in four different companies. That is an incredible feat and I am super proud of you, mom is super proud of you. You have arguably become the most successful member of this wrestling family in the history of this family.”

“Awwww, shucks…”

“I mean it. You are good and you are on a roll. But a roll like this, a run like this, it could end very quickly if you are not careful. And you are defending that SCW Adrenaline Championship in Buffalo, New York next week.”

“Against Dumont, I know.” Kim nods her head. “Me and Chrissy Poo are gonnna shoot the adrenaline! I might see if mom can videotape it and post it to social media after I beat him! Get more likes and followers for the championship belt!”

“And that’s another thing. If I were you I would be more concerned with winning than driving Dexter Grant crazy.”

“But driving him nuts is so fun!” Kim exclaims. Marie shakes her head.

“I’m not sure if you’ve been paying attention, Kim, but he’s already nuts.”

“This is true.” Williams grins from ear to ear. “But I’m having too much fun to stop now! Besides, you said it yourself, Marie, I hold four titles right now. I must be doing something right.”

“You’re right about that.” Marie sighs out of frustration. “It is hard to argue with your success. It may be unorthodox, it might not be the same methods that I would have used or that our mom would have used, but your methods are working for you.”

“Yeah, well, your methods and mom’s methods have typically been boring.” Kim winks playfully. “No offense.”

“None taken, because I know you don’t mean that.” Marie snickers. “But uh, seriously, I am very proud of you. Everyone in the family is proud of you. And you really should get to work preparing for Shot of Adrenaline. It can be a real beast, it can take its toll on you, and you cannot afford to let up even for one second.” She points a finger at Kim. “Especially not you. You are the champion.”

“I know, I know, I’ve been hearing it from mom and I heard it from you now.” Kim is now the one sounding slightly frustrated. “I get it, I need to be ready, and I will…in my own unique way which is all based on chaos…”

“That’s what I’m afraid of.”

“Chaos has been working for me so far.” Kim is quick to point out. “But for now I need to be here, you and I need to talk.”

“About what?” Marie arches her brow out of curiosity. “What could be more important than Shot of Adrenaline right now?”

“I need some advice…expert advice, if you will…” her voice trails off.

“Advice about what?”

“The one thing you are an expert in…” Kim grins from ear to ear “...cults.”

“Oh God…” Marie sighs and rolls her eyes “...not this again…”

“Yes THIS again, Miss Inner Peace Enlightenment Retreat.”

“That was a mistake on my part…not to mention a very traumatic time in my life…”

“Yes but I warned you about them and you wouldn’t listen.” Kim shakes her head. “No, you had to go and join the kinky sex club and I had to be the one risking my neck to rescue you. That makes YOU the expert in cults and it puts you in my debt.”

“Right, you keep reminding me of that anytime you want to talk about that crazy group of eccentric wealthy people you are investigating…The Athenian Fellowship.” Marie states. Kim nods her head to confirm Marie’s suspicions.

“That’s right! I need to talk to you about the pancake making secret society that may or may not be plotting world domination.”

“You already know my opinion.” Marie leans back in her chair. “You shouldn’t have gotten involved with them in the first place.”

“Oh but I have to!” Kim insists. “Our grandfather was already up to his neck in it!”

“Yes, you mentioned that before.” Marie nods her head. “But both mom and I told you it is impossible. He was a devoted, practicing Catholic and the Catholic Church bans involvement with secret societies.”

“They also ban intermingling with sasquatch but you still see people intermingling with sasquatch.”

“Huh?!” Marie blinks her eyes a few times in confusion. Kim snickers.

“Ok, I made the part up about sasquatch, but seriously, Bart Jones was involved. I have proof.”

“What kind of proof?” Marie asks skeptically.

“Well Camilla Aldridge mentioned him, as did their fearless leader The Master of Kadosh…that’s his rank and title. His real name is Grant Vito. But I don’t just have their word, I also have this…”

Kim reaches into the pocket of her hoodie and produces a small. She passes it over to Marie. Marie, who instantly opens it up and starts flipping through the pages, stopping occasionally to read a piece or two from the pages. Marie’s eyes start to grow wide as she realizes what this is. She looks up at Kim with astonishment written across her face.

“These are Bart’s journals.”

“Yup.” Kim nods her head. “Bart was a part of this organization and his journals talk all about it, mainly about how he was doing surveillance on them, surveillance that quickly turned into an undercover action.”

“So he joined just to get the dirt on them?” Marie asks. Kim nods her head. “That would explain some things. That also sounds a lot like something you would do.”

“Apparently I take after our grandfather!” Kim exclaims gleefully.

“How close did he get?” Marie asks. “Why was he going undercover? What did he want to know?”

“Pretty close I’d say. He mentions Grant Vito several times, so they knew one another. As far as what he was looking for,” Kim shrugs her shoulders “I still don’t know. I just know Bart was doing this job on behalf of the federal government, and if the feds thought The Athenian Fellowship warranted surveillance, then at least one person, maybe even the whole group, was involved in something illegal.”

“So Grant Vito…whoever he is…he knew our grandfather?” Marie asks. Kim nods her head.

“Yes, yes he did.”

“And he’s the leader?”

“He was the leader back then too.” Kim points out. “So he’s been in charge of that group for a very long time. I suspect he might be the one the feds were after, maybe even Camilla since she seems to be very close to him.”

“I get the feeling that this group isn’t just some club of rich eccentric people.” Marie shakes her head, a nervous gaze is etched across her face. “You might want to back off, Kim. Seriously, this is getting dangerous.”

“I can’t back out now.” Kim shakes her head. “I’m so close to learning the truth.”

“Fine. Maybe we can dig deeper…but we do so legally and discreetly, and as safely as possible.”

“I’m the Queen of the Death Match.” Kim winks playfully. “I don’t do ‘safe.’”

“Try being safe this time, ok?” Marie says. “I’m worried about you. And this isn’t a wrestling match, this isn’t even the Underground. This is something where you could really get yourself killed.”

“Last I checked,” Kim begins “The Athenian Fellowship didn’t kill our grandfather.”

“No, he got lucky on that one.” Marie states. “But his stubborn refusal to stop, his stubborn refusal to give up or even slow down, that did eventually get him killed when he pissed off the wrong people.” Marie points a finger at Kim. “You are very much like our grandfather in that regard. You refuse to give up, you refuse to quit, and you refuse to slow down even the slightest, no matter who you piss off along the way.”

“But why did he refuse to back down, huh?” Kim asks. “He didn’t back down because he was fighting for what he believed was right. He was fighting for what he thought was justice. Bart came close to bringing these people down, he came close to bringing them to justice, but the feds told him to stop.” Kim shakes her head. “I am not going to stop. “I am going to finish what he started.”

There is a tense moment of silence that passes between the two sisters. They share an exchange. Stubbornness runs in the family and both are being stubborn, both won’t back down. Except in this case, Marie does finally seem ready to give in.

“So you really aren’t going to give up on this case, are you?”

“Not until I know why Bart was willing to risk his life by getting involved in this crazy cultish group of crazies.”

“And there’s nothing I can say to convince you otherwise?” Marie asks.

“Nope.” Kim shakes her head.

“Fine. Just be careful. But…” Marie smirks “...if you start chanting or doing something ritualistic dances or crap like that, I’m staging an intervention.”

“Deal!” Kim grins from ear to ear. Williams stands up, as does Marie. Kim immediately gives her a big hug. “Your support means the world to me, sis!”

“Hey, we’re sisters and that’s what we do. You saved me from Inner Peace.”

“And you were there for me when I was locked up in the mental institution.” Kim smiles warmly. “We always have each other’s back….even if you can be a bit of a prude…” Kim snickers.

“I am not a prude.” Marie protests, laughing despite the slight.

“Yes you are.” Kim winks playfully. “But I wouldn’t want you any other way!”

Kimberly Williams knows that the next phase of this investigation into The Athenian Fellowship will be dangerous. She is already in deep, too deep according to some in the know, but she knows she can count on Marie Jones to be there for her. These two inseparable sisters have been there for one another through thick and thin and The Woman Scorned knows that she can count on Marie’s help to guide her through to the finish line of this investigation. It may be dangerous but Kim needs to see it through, for the sake of the memory of her grandfather, Bart Jones.

[PhantomTroupe]

(Dumont) "Starting the new Path"

[The Matt]

I had plans to do more with this but I suddenly got sick early this morning and there’s no way I will be able to write anything. So here’s the promo.

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September 10th, 2025
Buffalo, New York
On Camera
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The camera begins to roll. We spot the eccentric ginger and reigning SCW Adrenaline Champion, The Woman Scorned Kimberly Williams. She sits at a wooden desk in a warmly lit room, her attention fixed on the laptop in front of her. She has long, red hair that falls gracefully over her shoulders, catching the glow of the desk lamp beside her. Dressed in a cozy gray sweater and torn denim jeans, she gives off a sense of calm focus and quiet thoughtfulness, her expression one of mild concentration, for she is immersed and focused in her social media antics. Several windows are open at once; one on twitter, one on instagram, one on facebook.. Beside her on the desk sits the beloved and charming stuffed penguin known only as Wasley, its plump body white and black with bright orange beak and feet, adding a whimsical and comforting touch to the scene. Behind her, on the dresser, rests the SCW Adrenaline Championship title belt. The Queen of the Death Match looks up from her computer, smiles, and waves enthusiastically.

“Greetings, Kimmymaniacs!” She points a finger at the camera. “And a special hello to Dorkster Grant. How did it feel to get beaten by someone you often described as pathetic? How did it feel to get beaten by someone you described as a joke? Well the jokes on YOU, Dorkster, because I kicked your ass at Rise To Greatness and took the Adrenaline Championship away from you! Despite the garbage you spew from that trap of yours, I do not need to prove myself to anyone. In SCW I have won each and every brass ring this company has to offer except Taking Hold of the Flame and the SCW World Championship. And your silly quest to avenge your pal Wendell, and your even sillier quest to spread the good word of anti-social media nonsense, hows that going for ya? NOT SO GOOD!” She snickers nastily.

“I made you look like a fool at Rise To Greatness and I intend to continue humiliating you, Dorkster. I am going to be the one who torpedoes your little campaign and as you can see, me and Wasley are well on our way. Addy…that’s the Adrenaline Title’s name, by the way, just ask Dylan Howell…Addy has been enjoying her newfound experience in the interwebs. She’s been getting likes and follows all over social media! Addy is trending the world over! I am even prepared to get her an Instagram!” Kim winks playfully. “You had no idea Addy was quite the playful freak, did ya? But Addy is especially excited about this Shot of Adrenaline Tournament. She is the singular focus of this tournament! She is the spotlight! Shot of Adrenaline means she is going to be trending worldwide with the attention of so many SCW superstars, all of whom want the championship that I now possess?”

“And to them, all of them, including you Dorkster, I say bring it on! And to my first opponent, Chris Dumont, I say BRING…IT…ON!” Williams laughs nastily. “That’s right, Chrissy Poo, in my first match of this Shot of Adrenaline Tournament I get to go toe to toe with you. Now I give credit where its due, Chrissy Poo, you went up against The Fall of Man. You up against Veil. You put a hurting on William Heaven. This newfound nasty streak, this aggressiveness I see from you…” she nods her head “...I like it! I love it! Just ask your pal Davey Boy Striker, there’s a reason I am called Queen of the Death Match. I am not above ultra violence, so I suspect you and I can really have some fun tomorrow night on Breakdown.” Williams reaches behind her and snatches the Adrenaline Title belt and places it over her shoulder.

“Tomorrow night, though, is about this right here. I do love to be entertaining, I enjoy spreading not only chaos but FUN, fun to all of my Kimmymaniacs! I like it when I see that I have made them laugh! But despite what Dorkster Grant and others who think like him may believe, I am no joke and I take what I do very seriously. I am proud of what I have achieved and I am proud of being the SCW Adrenaline Champion. And trust me, I know that you are no joke, either. I know you are more than just Davey Boy’s bestie. The fact that you stepped up to ol’ monster Xander is evidence of that. So trust me when I say that you will get the one true Queen of the Death Match and yes, we will have an all out war in Buffalo.” Williams throws her head back and laughs nastily.

“This championship means a lot to me, Chrissy. So I cannot let you stop me tomorrow night. I know that this Shot of Adrenaline Tournament is going to be a challenge unlike any other, but especially for yours truly, because I need to run the gauntlet. I do not intend to lose this anytime soon so I have to win each and every match of this tournament since my title is on the line in all of my tournament matches.” She points a finger at the camera.

“Beginning with you. So bring your best, Chrissy Poo…or bring your worst, whatever your preference…because just like I made the Underground my division, I will now make the Adrenaline division MINE as well! I am going to cement my control over the Adrenaline division by running the gauntlet in the Shot of Adrenaline Tournament and it all begins with you, Chrissy. I just won this at Rise To Greatness and I am not going to lose it to you or anyone else anytime soon.”

[PhantomTroupe]

(Dumont) "Choices"