Kim Williams FF RP Thread

[The Matt]

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November 8th, 2024
Boston, Massachusetts
Off Camera
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It is November 8th, a Friday morning in the front yard of a semi-luxurious home in an upscale part of Boston, Massachusetts, nestled in a quiet neighborhood. The yard is immaculately maintained, with a lush green lawn stretching from the wide cobblestone driveway to a series of flower beds brimming with vibrant marigolds, petunias, and neatly trimmed boxwoods. A large oak tree stands proudly to one side, its golden autumn leaves cascading gently to the ground. A winding stone path leads from the driveway to the front porch, where a pair of sleek wooden chairs and a potted fern sit beneath the shade of the overhanging roof. The house itself is modern yet cozy, with pale gray siding, white-trimmed windows, and a dark slate roof.

Amid the peaceful daytime setting, none other than the eccentric Queen of the Death Match herself, Kimberly Williams step into view with a mischievous glint in her green eyes. The Woman Scorned darts from one flower bed to another. She’s dressed in an eccentric outfit resembling that of a Victorian-era male detective: a tailored brown overcoat, plaid waistcoat, crisp white shirt with a high collar, and pinstriped trousers. Her outfit is complete with a deerstalker hat perched at a jaunty angle on her head and a magnifying glass in hand. She crouches low behind the flower beds, pretending to inspect “clues” on the ground, despite the fact that nothing is really there.

“Ah-ha! A footprint!” Kim gazes down at a boy resting on a flower. “The game is afoot my dear Watson! This is a footprint…or is that a honeybee? I can’t tell them apart anymore…” she shrugs and moves further along the yard. Her antics are theatrical, clearly meant to amuse herself rather than achieve any real detective work.

As Kimberly crawls toward the oak tree, another figure emerges into view, this time from within the nice upscale home. This is Jessica Lasiewicz. Jessica and Kimberly are half-sisters, sharing the same famous mother Angelica Jones but having different fathers. Lasiewicz is also a striking contrast to the deranger Kimberly in that she is almost always calm, cool, and collected and very rarely goofs around. Despite their differences, the sisters do very much care for one another and will always help out when needed. That is what family is for, right? But why is Kim here today? What has brought her eccentric half-sister out to visit her? In contrast to Kim, Lasiewicz wears a simple outfit: fitted dark jeans, a pale blue sweater, and white sneakers. Her brown hair is pulled into a loose ponytail, and her expression shifts from mild confusion to exasperation as she watches Kimberly’s playful sneaking.

“Kimberly, what are you doing?” Jessica calls out, stepping onto the stone path with her arms crossed.

Kimberly freezes mid-crouch, then slowly swivels her head toward Jessica with an exaggeratedly guilty expression. “You didn’t see me…”

“Uh, yes I did.”

“No! I am a brilliant detective with expert and cunning skills!”

“Sorry, Kim. You’re caught red handed.”

“There is no red on my hands!” Kim waves her hands in front of Jessica. “See? Clean as a whistle!”

“Na litość boską…” she sighs and shakes her head “...what do you want?”

“Why, dearest sister, I am on the trail of a most dastardly culprit! You wouldn’t happen to know anything about..Vlad The Impaler, would you?!” She peers at Jessica through the magnifying glass, her voice dripping with playful accusation.

Jessica sighs and rubs her temples. “You mean the ruler of Wallachia during the 1400s?”

“Oh ok, well do you know anything about Wladimir Klitschko?”

“Former heavyweight boxing champion of the world.”

“Impressive…” Kim scratches her chin, pretending to think carefully “...what about Wladimir Putin?”

“Russian leader.”

“I KNEW IT!” She exclaims. Kimberly stands up, brushing dirt off her coat and feigning outrage. “You’re the thief!”

“What are you blabbing about Kim?” Jessica asks, growing impatient. “I haven’t stolen anything from you. To be honest, you’re the thief.”

“How dare you accuse me without evidence! A good detective would never…and I am the best detective… I am KIMLOCK HOLMES!”

“Right…” Jessica rolls her eyes “...well Kimlock Holmes, you are stealing my precious time. What do you need?”

“I told you! Kimlock Holmes is on an investigation!”

“Fine, whatever. At least come inside before the neighbors start asking questions.”

“Right away, my dear Watson!”

Kimberly skips along happily following her Polish half-sister towards the house. They enter through the front door. Jessica motions for Kim to follow her through a short hallway and then into the living room area. The living room is spacious and inviting, with polished hardwood floors that gleam in the natural light streaming through large bay windows dressed with soft cream curtains. The walls are painted a calming sage green. A plush sectional sofa in a light gray fabric dominates the seating area, piled with throw pillows in earthy tones of rust, ochre, and ivory. A knitted blanket is draped over one armrest, adding a touch of casual comfort. Across from the sofa sits a sleek, low-profile coffee table made of reclaimed wood, its surface cluttered with a few books, a scented candle, and a mug left behind earlier. A soft area rug in a subtle geometric pattern anchors the furniture, offering a cozy texture underfoot.

The centerpiece of the room is a modern gas fireplace with a minimalist stone surround. Above it, a flat-screen TV is mounted discreetly, flanked by built-in shelves filled with books, small potted plants, and other assorted items. Near the windows, a corner is dedicated to a reading nook, featuring a comfortable armchair upholstered in deep emerald green and a small side table stacked with more books. A tall floor lamp with an arched neck provides focused light, making it an ideal spot to curl up on rainy afternoons. Jessica leads Kimberly to the sofa, gesturing for her to sit. As Kimberly plops down with a dramatic sigh, her Victorian-era attire looking comically out of place against the modern decor, Jessica sits more gracefully on the opposite side of the couch, folding her legs beneath her. Jessica leans back, crossing her arms.

“Alright, Kim,” she begins, her voice steady but tinged with amusement, “what brings you here today?”

“Oh just stopping by for a visit!” Kim grins playfully.

“You certainly seem to be in good spirits.” Jessica points out. “I’m surprised, actually. You seemed rather disappointed when you lost at Under Attack.”

“In my defense it technically took two of those clowns to pin me.” Kim snarls. “Put me against Colleen Ronald McDonald one on one and I’ll tear her to shreds. She won’t just her title, she’ll lose her…

“Whoa…” Jessica holds up a hand to silence her “...save that violence for the ring, ok?”

“Wild do, Captain!” Kim playfully salutes Jessica.

“And if I recall, Fatal Fortunes is coming up next.”

“That’s right!” The grin returns to Kim’s face. “I am THE Queen of Chaos and you do not get more chaotic than Fatal Fortunes where matches are literally made at the draw of a hat! It’s great! It is my home turf and I look forward to seeing what kind of chaos I get into!”

“You only want the Underground Title, though.” Jessica points out. “What are the odds you get drawn for THAT?”

“I know all about odds, Jess.” Kim retorts. “I know that I will only get what lady luck decides to give me. But that’s why chaos is fair. Everyone is in the same boat.”

“But admit it, you hope you get drawn for an Underground Title Match.”

“Yeah…” Kim nods her head “...that sixth Underground Title reign is something I’d love to have. But like I said, I’ll take whatever lady luck gives to me!”

“Well good luck with that.” Jessica sighs. “But you still haven’t gotten around to why you decided to visit me. I mean, you visit Marie all the time. You almost never visit me.”

“In my defense, me and Marie are clones.”

“Whatever.” She rolls her eyes. “What do you want, Kim? Enough of the games, enough of the Kimlock Holmes crap. What brings you here? What do you need from me?”

“You’re no fun. This is why I visit Marie more than I do you.” Kim sticks her tongue out at Jessica. “But uh, yeah, my investigation as Kimlock Holmes requires that I take a bit of an overseas adventure! I won’t be gone long but I will need a place to stay while I am away.”

“And you think you can get a place to stay from me?” Jessica looks confused at first. “Why not book a hotel or…” just then Jessica’s eyes grow slightly larger, as if a light bulb went off over her head “...what exactly are you doing overseas, Kim?”

“I promise I’m not going to maim anyone.” Kim says, grinning from ear to ear.

“I’m being serious.” Jessica says. “If you get into trouble, someone will need to bail you out and it might have to be me.”

“Awww that’s so sweet!” Kim gushes. “But I do not plan to cause any trouble…at least intentionally…I’m just doing some research, that’s all, and I might need a place to stay, a headquarters if you will.”

“Wiem, czego szukasz.” Jessica says sharply.

“Language!” Kim exclaims.

“Look, I do own a vacation home in my native Poland. Would that work?”

“Perfect!” Kim claps happily. “I promise no loud parties and no icky boys! I can’t wait to stay in Lassie Country!”

“Kim, just one thing…” she sighs “...like I said, I think I know what you’re looking for. All I’m going to say is be careful. I don’t want to see anything happen to you.”

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November 11th, 2024
Boston, Massachusetts
Off Camera
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A few days have passed since Kimberly Williams spoke to her half-sister Jessica Lasiewicz and got permission to use her vacation home in Poland while she goes overseas for some research. Jessica has an idea about what the research entails and has some concern for Kimberly’s safety. Kim ordinarily would have just went out and did her own thing but upon the urging of Jessica, she has decided to fill her twin sister Marie in on what exactly is going on and why she will not hear from Kimberly for awhile. Thus Kimberly Williams and her identical twin sister, Marie Jones, sit side by side on a weathered park bench overlooking Boston Common.

Marie was the picture of understated elegance, dressed in a light floral blouse with a high neckline tucked neatly into a flowing, knee-length skirt in soft pastel hues. Her leather ballet flats were polished, and a delicate gold chain with a tiny locket rested on her collarbone. Her posture was straight, her hands folded neatly in her lap, exuding an air of calm and composure. Kimberly, by contrast, radiated defiance. She slouched comfortably on the bench, one leg stretched out and the other propped up against the edge, her scuffed black boots firmly planted on the ground. Her outfit was unapologetically edgy: a black Queens of Chaos logo t-shirt, paired with ripped jeans that bore the scars of countless adventures. She wore chunky silver rings on nearly every finger, and her nails were painted a chipped crimson.

“It’s nice out, isn’t it?” Marie asks. Kim shrugs.

“I suppose so.”

I know the beauty of parks like this isn’t exactly your thing but even you have to admit it is nice to be out here.”

“I don’t have to admit anything.” Kim sticks her tongue out playfully at Marie. Marie reacts with a chuckle. Jones then leans back and sighs.

“You know Kim, I hate that you lost at Under Attack. I know how much the Underground Title means to you and all…”

“It’s ok.” Kim says. “I already told Jess when I spoke with her, I’m ok with what happened because for starters it took two of those idiots to beat me. And second, Fatal Fortunes is coming up. Who knows what might happen?” She grins knowingly.

“True. You could be the lucky person drawn for a world title shot.” Marie says. Kim shrugs.

“Maybe but who cares? I want that Underground Title back.”

“You can want it all you like but Fatal Fortunes is a different animal. All of it is a random draw. Pure chaos. You of all people should appreciate that.”

“Oh and I do!” Kim smiles excitedly. “I am very much looking forward to the chaos!”

“Well good luck, sis.” Marie says, smiling warmly. “I’m sure you’ll do great.”

“You too.” Kim says. But then Marie shakes her head.

“Not me, not this time.”

“Oh come on, Marie! Don’t be such a downer!” Kim pats her on the back. “I know you’ve hit a rough patch but you can bounce back and Fatal Fortunes might be your ticket to bouncing back in a big way!”

“Maybe…maybe if luck was on my side but lately it hasn’t been…” Marie shakes her head “...and quite frankly, I haven’t been at my best lately.”

“What are you saying?”

“I’m saying that maybe I need to take a break from everything, from all of it.”

“No!” Kim grabs hold of Marie and squeezes her tightly in a big bear hug. “I won’t let you go!”

“Come on, Kim,” Marie chuckles as she tries, and eventually does, force Kim to break the hug “you’ll be fine without me. You made a real name for yourself without me. You already proved that you don’t need me.”

“But I’ll…” Kim sighs as she tries to force back those feelings that she utterly hates displaying “...I would miss you…”

“Look at this!” Marie teases. “The Queen of the Death Match being sappy and sentimental!”

“Hush you!” Kim snaps back. “I don’t want to ruin my reputation!”

“Don’t worry, your secret is safe with me.”

“Good…” Kim sighs “...but seriously, think it over, ok?”

“I promise that I won’t make any rash decisions right away.”

“That’s all I ask.” Kim leans her head on Marie’s shoulder. “I really would miss you.”

“I’d probably miss you too.”

“I’ll also miss you while I’m in Poland.”

“I’ll miss you too…” Marie suddenly turns and looks into Kim’s eyes, Kim is smirking playfully “...wait, what?! Poland?!”

“Yup, Poland!” Kim declares happily. “But don’t worry, I won’t be there long, I just need to do some research.”

“What kind of research?” Marie asks. “What on earth do you need to know that would take you to Poland?”

“It’s like this…” Kim slumps over and sighs “...you and mom have made me feel totally welcome in the Jones family. It took Jess a bit but even she’s grown attached to me and she has made me feel welcome. But despite everything you have done, despite the fact that biologically I am a Jones, I still do not feel truly like a Jones.”

“That’s ridiculous.” Marie insists. “You certainly belong to this family, to the Jones family.”

“Belonging to a family and feeling as if you truly part of it are two completely different things. I know I am a Jones. I just don’t feel it. I do not see where I fit in. That’s what I need to know. I need to know how I fit into this family.”

“And how exactly is going to Poland going to help?” Marie asks. “Why not talk to me or mom or…”

“I tried talking to you guys but I never did get the answers I needed. I still didn’t find where I fit in. So I decided to follow in the footsteps of the Jones family patriarch.”

“You mean…” Marie’s voice trails off as she begins to realize Kim’s train of thought and where it leads. Kim nods her head in confirmation.

“That’s right. Bart Jones, our late grandfather. Maybe if I find out something about him, some piece of information that mom either doesn’t know or is keeping hidden from us, maybe if I dig deep into his mysterious past, I might be able to make a connection.”

“Kim…” Marie sighs “...I get why you’re doing this but what you are suggesting is dangerous. Who gave you this crazy idea?”

“Our uncle Douglas.” Kim smiles. “You really should visit him more often, he’s a pleasant guy for a convicted felon serving a life sentence for serial murder.”

“That’s right…” Marie nods her head “...he is a killer!”

“But he is also reformed.” Kim points out. “He has changed, like me. And at least he helped me learn how I fit into the Williams family. Now I need to learn how I fit into the Jones family and I hope you will support me with this.”

Marie stares deep into Kimberly’s eyes. Marie is doubtful of this idea but she can tell that her twin is determined. Finally Marie nods her head and relents.

“Oh ok, you have my support!”

“Yay!” Kimberly leans in and hugs her again. “I love you!”

“Yeah, love you too.” She sighs. “But please, be careful.”

“I’m always careful!” Kim winks playfully.

[The Matt]

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November 22nd, 2024
Krakow, Poland
Off Camera
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The crisp autumn air lingered in the streets of Krakow, carrying with it the faint aroma of roasted chestnuts from a nearby vendor. The cobblestones, slick with a light mist, gleamed under the soft, golden light of the streetlamps. A small café, tucked into a corner of the plaza known as Rynek Główny, emitted a warm, inviting glow. Then Kimberly Williams stepped into view, her fiery red hair cascading over the shoulders of a black Queens of Chaos logo t-shirt underneath a black leather jacket. She also wears torn denim jeans and black boots. The Woman Scorned moved with purpose, her boots clicking softly against the uneven stones. She paused outside the café, glancing through the fogged windows. She hasn’t been in Poland long, in fact she just got in, but her research into the background of the Jones family has already been intensive. A part of her still isn’t sure what she can learn about her grandfather from this Eastern European country, but much to her surprise she has already made contact with someone who might have some answers; its just a matter of finding him.

Kimberly slips inside the cafe and the small brass bell above it chimed softly. There she finds patrons sipping their steaming drinks, the murmur of conversation mingling with the occasional clink of porcelain. The warmth inside was a stark contrast to the chill outside, and her cheeks flushed slightly from the temperature change. She lingered by the doorway, studying the landscape carefully. At a small table in the far corner, an elderly man sat alone. He was hunched over a cup of tea, his hands wrapped around it as if absorbing its warmth. His coat, slightly frayed at the edges, hung over the back of his chair. A gray flat cap cast a shadow over his weathered face, but his sharp blue eyes were unmistakable.

Kim steadies herself before weaving through the maze of mismatched tables and chairs. The soft hum of a jazz tune played in the background, blending seamlessly with the café’s ambient chatter. As she approached, the man glanced up. His expression flickered with a hint of confusion.

“Julian Dabrowski?” Kim has a big grin on her face. The man, Julian, nodded, gesturing to the empty chair beside him. She removed her coat and draped it over the backrest before sitting down. The subtle scent of vanilla and citrus followed her, mingling with the rich aroma of coffee that permeated the air.

“You must be Kimberly Williams.” Julian says through a thick Eastern European accent.

“You’re a smarty!” Kim says cheerfully. “How’d you guess?”

“We spoke over the phone days ago, Miss Williams, and you arranged this meeting. I am not expecting to meet any other American tourist.” He sighs. “Also your Polish is horrific.”

“At least I tried!” Kim winks playfully.

“This is true.” He sighs as he sips on his tea. He sets his cup down and looks back at Kim with a serious, stoic gaz. “I am surprised that you survived this long.”

“Me too!” Kim says with a laugh. “I’m used to people trying to kill me! Nearly getting killed is kinda my hobby! Let me tell you about my bff James Evans…”

“I am being serious.” Julian speaks up sharply, interrupting The Woman Scorned.

“Well don’t be serious.” Kim winks. “It doesn’t suit you.”

“Do want my help or not?” Upon hearing this sharp reply from Julian, Kim sighs and nods her head.

“Yes, of course.”

“Then listen.” He pauses momentarily. “You are lucky to be alive. Do you even know why you are lucky to be alive?”

“Is it my annoyingly obnoxious sense of humor?”

“No.” Julian shakes his head. He reaches into his pocket and produces a photograph and slides it across the table to Kim. “Your intensive search into the life of this man is a dangerous game you are playing, Kimberly.”

Kim takes the photograph and looks at it. The photograph is of a man and while this particular individual is older, the features remain consistent with the photograph of Bart Jones that Kim’s mother, Angelica Jones, had given her. There is no doubt, this photograph Julian gave her is of Kim’s grandfather Bart Jones.

“Ok, gonna get serious now…” Kim’s voice trails off “...I know you used to work for the Polish government. That’s why I wanted to talk to you first. I figured you might know something about Bart. So what do you know?”

“Why? What is your connection to Bart Jones?”

“He’s my grandfather.” Kim points out.

“I see.” Julian sighs. “Yes, I remember him well. He stirred up quite a bit of trouble back in the day during his two visits to Eastern Europe. The first visit was in 1988. He was a man of incredible skill, I heard that he had been a former CIA agent. Wherever he gained those skills, he used them to try and track down information on the man who murdered his wife. I do not know if he ever got the answers he was looking for, but I do know that eventually he gave up his search and returned home to his home in the United States. But he would return a second time and that second visit was not of his free will. My understanding is that the men he had been targeting during his first trip, Russian agents possibly, had found him and were trying to bring him back and get revenge.”

“Where is he now?” Kimberly asks, her brow arched out of curiosity.

Julian sighs and shakes his head. “I know that the attempt to smuggle him back into Russia had failed. Polish authorities managed to rescue him and tried to get him treated in the hospital. But his captors had treated him badly. Your grandfather died shortly after being admitted to the hospital. I am sorry.”

Williams nods her head. She is taking in the news and soaking it up. She is beginning to feel as if this trip of hers may have been a waste. She hasn’t learned much about her grandfather except that he was dead, just like Angelica told her. She looks up at Julian and sighs.

“Where’s the body?”

“The body was cremated and the remains were sent to his daughter now living in Boston, Massachusetts.”

“Wait what?” Kim is thoroughly confused. She had spoken to her family, all of them, and none of them knew where Bart Jones was. Had they been lying to her this entire time? “Which one? Which daughter has the body?”

“I apologize but I am not sure I recall her name…” Julian’s voice trails off “...it was a redhead, like you.”

“Both of Bart’s daughters are redheads.” Kim rolls her eyes out of frustration. “Was it Angelica Jones or Kayla Jones?”

“Angelica? Kayla?” Julian shakes his head. “Those definitely weren’t the names. This woman had a distinctly Ukrainian name. In fact, now that you mention it, I do seem to recall Mr. Jones had a child with a Ukrainian woman and that child is the one who took his ashes overseas to America.”

Kimberly nods his head. So Angelica was telling the truth, she really didn’t know where Bart Jones was. She had no idea that he was cremated or brought back to America. But Kim now knows where Bart’s remains can be found. She knows of this Ukrainian woman Julian speaks of. It is the third daughter of Bart Jones, the black sheep of the family whom the rest of the family has basically ignored.

Anastasia Ivanova.

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November 27th, 2024
Denver, Colorado
On Camera
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The cameras begin to roll. We are outside, somewhere in Denver, Colorado. The silence is broken when the loud excitement yells break through, along with the sounds of screeching tires. Eventually we see a female riding into the scene on some small vehicle that is made up to look like a turkey. The female is none other Kimberly Williams. The turkey comes a stop, after taking a few circles, and then Williams hops off of the mechanical bird. The Woman Scorned is wearing a perfectly tailored purple suit, the fabric shimmering subtly under the light, with sharp lapels and a tailored fit that accentuates her dynamic presence. Beneath the suit jacket is a crisp white shirt, neatly buttoned, setting the stage for her statement accessory; a vivid green tie, knotted impeccably, its color clashing yet harmonizing with the deep purple of her suit. Her shoes are equally eye-catching: a pair of glossy purple oxfords, polished to a mirror shine, their low heels clicking confidently with each step. The soles are a playful green, echoing the tie and tying the ensemble together. Her makeup is as bold as her wardrobe; emerald green eyeliner accentuating her sharp eyes, and a deep plum lipstick matching her suit.

“Gobble, gobble, gobble, my Kimmymaniacs! That’s right, it is that time of year where we sit down at the table with relatives we probably don’t even like and pretend to get along! It is Thanksgiving, the time where we pretend to be thankful for shit! But I don’t have to pretend to be thankful! I am thankful! I am thankful that I am not this bird right here…” she kicks the turkey-mobile “...he’ll likely end up on someone’s dinner table. As long as I don’t run across former members of the Donner Party…or the Dahmer Party…I won’t end up on a dinner table. I am also thankful for my legions of Kimmymaniacs who still support me through thick and thin, and for you…THE PEOPLE…who have always supported me. And yeah, I definitely need all of my fans right now I need you…THE PEOPLE…to keep me together, to keep me from going off the deep end…” she shakes her head “...actually I already went off the deep end. So yeah, I need you to keep me from going off yet ANOTHER deep end, because let’s face it, Kimmymaniacs, much more of this insanity and I might really go into a deep dark place that I don’t like going to…I might emerge as a Kimberly Williams that SCW does not want to see…”

“...then again, with Fatal Fortunes looming over the Thanksgiving horizon, maybe I need to become that dark and deadlier Kimberly Williams? I might need to find that more evil part of m y soul in order to survive what Fatal Fortunes might throw my way? If I want to succeed, I might need to become more chaotic than ever, if that is possible. But I will address Fatal Fortunes later. First let me address something else…” Kim holds up two fingers.

“...Under Attack should have been my night but it took TWO damn people to pin me and yet everyone wants to make over Colleen Ronald McDonald’s cinderella story? Hey, I give you credit for surviving the chamber. I didn’t think you had it in you. But I said you didn’t have the chops for the Underground and I still stand by my statement because face it, you could not pin me by yourself. You could not beat me by yourself. Now I know Britty has a guaranteed title shot, that’s fine, so if you want to use HER as an excuse to duck me go right on ahead. But if you want to really prove that you are worthy to carry that Underground Title then you need to beat the Queen one on one and you have yet to do that. Only three people can say that they beat me without any help. Add your name to that elite list and then I’ll give you your flowers. Until then you are a pretender sitting on MY throne.” Kimberly shakes her head.

“But you won’t hear any further complaints from me, especially not this wonderful THANKFUL time of year!” She snickers. “You know what else I am thankful for? I am thankful for chaos! Beautiful, glorious, and FAIR chaos! Yes, fair. Chaos is the only fair way to live your life and for professional wrestling to be run. I thrive in chaotic environments. That’s why I have managed to maintain an iron grip on the underground division for so damn long. And now Supreme Championship Wrestling has decided to bring back one of the most chaotic institutions of them all…FATAL FORTUNES!” Williams throws her head back and laughs.

“Some of you complained about MY Trios Cash In? I’m mainly looking at you, Juneau McFrosty…and maybe Dark In The Lightness. You complain about that but Fatal Fortunes? Oh Fatal Fortunes is just as chaotic, just as insane, but in a completely different way. Not any single person on the roster will know what they have to deal with, who they have to deal with, and you little champions with your heads in the cloud, you may be in the most jeopardy because you have no idea who to prepare for! You have no damn clue who is going to go after your titles. But then again, everyone is in the same damn boat. And that is what makes this event fair. That is what makes chaos fair.” The Woman Scorned winks at the camera.

“But then again, maybe it isn’t exactly fair, now is it? Come to think of it, it isn’t fair at all. For the rest of you, you are all at a disadvantage and me…The Queen of Chaos…I am the one individual out of this entire roster who can thrive in an environment like Fatal Fortunes! I am at an advantage! See, most of you need a plan, a strategy, some little yellow brick road that will take you to the promised land! But not me! I don’t need to know who is going to step through that curtain to take their shot at little old me! Hell, I love the idea of throwing random people at me with random stipulations! Give me a ladder, a table, a cage, a tag match, a triple threat match, hell last year we had a lube match!” Kimberly snickers nastily.

“Most of you will try and fail, come up short, all because of the fickle mistress that is fate. You will fail because you will try to make sure things work according to your cute little plans. But nothing works according to plan when you insert chaos into the mix. The only person who can succeed under such a scenario is someone who thinks outside the box and colors outside the lines…namely me! Because I love the chaos of it all! Team me up with James Evans and have us go after the tag titles…put me in a gravy bowl match against Derek Adonis…put me in a handicap match against those Hollywood nerds and I’ll gut them and maim them…it doesn’t matter to me. Just look at the reputation I have built here in SCW. Am I the type of person who would care about anything that is put in my way? I chased Jordan Majors for two damn weeks and people thought I was nuts but who was really insane, huh? It was Underground Rules. There is no such thing as no contest. I drove Oktoberfest batshit crazy and eventually made friends with him. I am partially responsible not only for Shaun Cruiserweight quitting his GM job…you’re welcome…and for turning Selena Frost into the stuck up hateful bitch she is today…my bad…my brand of chaos has put a permanent mark on SCW and I am not even finished yet! Do you think I am sweating Fatal Fortunes? Like I said, Fatal Fortunes is meant for a crazy bitch like me! I will team with whoever…fight whoever…it doesn’t matter as long as I get to spread my brand of chaos, and Fatal Fortunes is the one singular moment where I can do just that and no one can stop me!”

“Are we at the mercy of fate? Sorta…but not really. We are all at the mercy of chaos. You might get lucky and get a title match. You might get lucky and get to team with your best buddy. Or you might get unlucky have to find a way to work with your worst enemy. You might get unlucky and get put in a match that does not favor you one bit.” She pats herself on the chest. “But I do not worry one damn bit about fate, about luck, or any of that bullshit. I negate fate and luck through chaos. I create my own path via chaos. I used to be the forgotten Jones. I used to be known simply as Marie’s sister. Now everyone knows who the hell I am and after Fatal Fortunes is over, after I take advantage of the opportunities chaos and fate gift me, everyone will remember me…and many of you on the roster should fear me, you should fear having to fight me, whether you will admit it or not. But some of you will have to set foot inside that ring against me. One or more of you will have to stand across the ring against me and ask yourself how will you survive my brand of chaos.” Kim shakes her head.

“The cruel answer is that you cannot survive. Because I will not let you. Instead, at Fatal Fortunes, I will make a turkey out of you.” Williams playfully waves. “See ya soon!” With that, The Woman Scorned hops back on her turkeymobile and then drives off. The scene fades to black.