David Striker vs. Kimberly Williams

[The Matt]

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April 9th, 2024
Nantucket, Massachusetts
Off Camera
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The SCW Underground Championship has been very near and dear to the heart of Kimberly Williams ever since she won the newly reinstated championship back in October of 2021. Since that time, The Woman Scorned would win the championship a total of five times. She has elevated the status and prestige of the Underground Championship. She is very proud of what she has accomplished during her tenure as the self-proclaimed Queen of the Underground. She has faced any and all challenges during that time. She has rolled around in thumb tacks and barbed wire. She has utilized explosives. Nothing was ever off limits and absolutely nothing ever struck fear in the heart of Kimberly Williams. The closest thing that ever came to scaring Kim was when her own precious Underground division itself was in jeopardy, when James Evans held the title and threatened to end the Underground as she knew it. Williams dug down deep into the darkest recesses of her soul in order to fight and win back the Underground Title, to keep it safe from James Evans. But winning back the championship did not soothe her fears. Kim came to realize at that moment that sometime soon she would need to expand the Underground, she would need to bring new people into her division, and she might even need to find an heir, someone to pass the torch down to, in order for her Underground division to survive.

Insert David Striker. He has been impressive ever since joining Supreme Championship Wrestling. He even defeated Kimberly at her own game in an Underground rules match, proving that he can hang in the violent and chaotic world of the Underground. Kim would question his durability and devotion to the Underground when he dared to suggest that Kimberly needed validation or vindication of her own unique talents and wrestling abilities. WIlliams would defend the Underground Title against Striker at Retribution and this time she defeated him. Even in defeat, Striker proved to be impressive and proved to Kimberly that he was still worthy of her Underground. The Woman Scorned, the reigning SCW Underground Champion, believes she has finally found someone worthy of being in her Underground, someone who could carry on the tradition of violence she created back in 2021. Still, one last test remains and that test takes place at Taking the Leap in a unique match from Striker’s own demented mind.

The Long Road out of Hell. For a rivalry as violent and sadistic as Kimberly and David’s has been, this match and its twisted rules certainly provide for an appropriate way to end things between the two. Three cages, one stacked up on top of the other, and the only way to win is to climb to the very top and then zipline back down. The first person to do that wins the Long Road out of Hell and will leave as the SCW Underground Champion. This is one of the more dangerous match types Kimberly has ever been in, plus with a man as dangerous as Striker, Kimberly recognizes the very real danger that her championship reign is in. Yet even this does not scare her the most.

What scares Kimberly the most is her own past.

“I am very pleased that you are doing this, my friend.”

Larry Dempsey is driving Kimberly through the streets of Nantucket, a small island off of Massachusetts. Larry has been Kimberly’s close friend and confidant since their shared experience in a mental institution. Both were struggling in their darkest of times, struggling to survive their own dark impulses. Larry and Kimberly helped each other, they helped get the other through the horrible times at the mental institution. Larry knows more about Kim and her past than possibly her own family may know. Once they both got their release from the mental institution, they swore to look out for the other, they swore to help the other. Larry has helped Kimberly in her time of need, even going as far as to raise a young girl that is purportedly Kim's own daughter. But that girl, a girl named Liltih, has thus far proven to be very difficult for Larry to tame. She has proven far too difficult to control. He has urged Kimberly to take on a greater role and responsibility in Lilith’s life, thinking that having her own mother in her life would be just the thing needed to calm her down. Thus far Kimberly has been reluctant to take on as great a role as Larry would like. It is because she is afraid of her past, she fears having to one again confront the dark and evil history that she knows about. She does not want to relive it. But Larry is her friend, he has done so much for Kimberly. Besides, Lilith is her daughter. Kimberly owes it to them both to do what she can, to face her fears. At the very least she will have Larry Dempsey with her to help her face this fear, to help her confront the evil of her past.

“Yeah, yeah, whatever.” Kimberly remarks sarcastically.

“I admit I have never been to this island before. It is a gorgeous place, my dear.”

“Don’t let it fool you.” Kim says grimly, the usual happiness and cheer she typically evokes is gone. “I hate it here. It’s why I’ve never come back…until now.”

“You speak as if you fear this place.” He states slowly, quietly. “What is wrong?”

“You’ll see soon enough, Lawrence of Arabia.”

Larry doesn’t answer. He just continues to face forward and continues to drive through this quaint island town. Kimberly is staring out the window blankly ahead, gazing at practically nothing, really. But then she suddenly gets very alert when the silhouette of an upscale mansion emerges against the backdrop of the coastal landscape. Standing proudly atop a gentle rise, the mansion commands attention with its sprawling facade and grandeur.As the sun dips below the horizon, casting a golden glow over the island of Nantucket, the silhouette of an upscale mansion emerges against the backdrop of the coastal landscape. Standing proudly atop a gentle rise, the mansion commands attention with its sprawling facade and grandeur.

Built in the classic New England style, the mansion boasts a façade adorned with pristine white shingles that gleam in the fading light. Its architecture is a harmonious blend of colonial charm and timeless elegance, with symmetrical lines and intricate detailing that speak to the craftsmanship of a bygone era.

A sweeping driveway, flanked by impeccably manicured lawns and vibrant flower beds, leads visitors towards the imposing entrance. Two majestic columns stand sentinel on either side of the double doors, which are adorned with intricately carved wooden frames and gleaming brass hardware.

Large windows punctuate the facade, offering glimpses into the opulent interior while inviting the gentle sea breeze to waft through the rooms. Each window is adorned with crisp white shutters, adding a touch of quintessential New England charm to the exterior.

Surrounding the mansion, lush gardens burst with color, their vibrant blooms contrasting beautifully with the verdant foliage and azure sky. A network of winding paths meanders through the grounds, leading to hidden alcoves and secluded corners where one can retreat in quiet contemplation.

Perched atop the roof, a series of dormer windows add architectural interest to the mansion’s silhouette, while a weathered copper cupola crowns the structure, serving as a beacon against the evening sky.

As night falls and the stars begin to twinkle overhead, the mansion stands as a beacon of luxury and sophistication, a testament to the timeless allure of Nantucket’s coastal charm. Built in the classic New England style, the mansion boasts a façade adorned with pristine white shingles that gleam in the fading light. Its architecture is a harmonious blend of colonial charm and timeless elegance, with symmetrical lines and intricate detailing that speak to the craftsmanship of a bygone era.

Dempsey can tell that based on Kimberly’s sudden change in demeanor, her sudden alertness, that they have arrived. The dinging of the GPS is also a not so subtle clue, either. He turns the car onto a sweeping driveway, flanked by impeccably manicured lawns and vibrant flower beds that lead visitors towards the imposing entrance. Two majestic columns stand sentinel on either side of the double doors, which are adorned with intricately carved wooden frames and gleaming brass hardware. The vehicle slowly comes to a stop. But as soon as the vehicle is turned off, Kimberly quickly makes her exit and stares up at the huge mansion. Large windows punctuate the facade, offering glimpses into the opulent interior while inviting the gentle sea breeze to waft through the rooms. Each window is adorned with crisp white shutters, adding a touch of quintessential New England charm to the exterior. Surrounding the mansion, lush gardens burst with color, their vibrant blooms contrasting beautifully with the verdant foliage and azure sky. A network of winding paths meanders through the grounds, leading to hidden alcoves and secluded corners where one can retreat in quiet contemplation.

“We’re here…” Kimberly says, her voice trailing off with a hint of fear dripping down.

“Where exactly is here?”

“My nightmare.” Kim says quietly, cryptically. “My origin story.”

“Origin story, Kimberly?” Larry asks with an arched brow out of curiosity. Kim rolls her eyes.

“Yeah…y’know, Superman came from Krypton. Darkseid came from Apokalips.” She motions to the enormous mansion standing before them. “This is my Apokalips. Or maybe my Krypton since I’m not entirely a villainousy villain?”

“Of course.” Larry chuckles. “I am happy to hear that your sense of humor is seemingly back to normal. I can’t believe I am admitting this but I did miss it.”

“It’s just my defense mechanism.” Kim states. “It’s either this or you get a very dark version of me and trust me, no one wants that.”

“Fair enough.” He looks up at this mansion and then back at Kim. “The question remains, what is this place…other than you so-called origin story, of course. And what does this place have to do with your past and why you are so afraid of taking responsibility for your daughter, for Lilith.”

“This was…” she sighs “...her home.”

“Whose home?”

“Emma’s.”

The name evokes a sense of anger and even dread from Larry Dempsey. He is one of the few who know the full truth about Kimberly’s past, how she was taken at a young age by the deranged sociopath Emma Floreschu, how she twisted and corrupted Kimberly’s young mind, turning her into the dark twisted monster that landed her in trouble with the law, that landed her in the mental institution in the first place. Larry always feels a sense of righteous indignation, rage directed at Emma anytime her name is brought up. Yet he does know Kimberly’s past and what Kim just told him does not jive with what he knows to be true. He tilts his head to one side and studies Kimberly carefully.

“I am confused. I recall you telling me that Emma raised you off the grid.”

“That’s mostly true…” Kim starts. Before she can finish her though she and Larry notice a middle aged couple approaching from the right. Kimberly immediately turns on the bright and cheerful smile. Larry is amazed at how, like the flip of a switch, Kim can go from depressed and upset to jovial and happy in no time. It is one of many signs of her sociopathy.

“Kimberly!” The man says.

“Bobby! Evelyn! How the hell are ya?!” Kim approaches and gives each of them a big tight hug. It is as if Kimberly has known them forever. Kim then turns to motion towards Larry. “Lawrence of Arabia, this is Bobby and Evelyn. They take care of the place for me.”

“It is a pleasure.” Larry shakes hands with both Bobby and Evelyn.

“Are you a friend of Kimberly’s?” Evelyn asks.

“Oh Lawrence here is a long time friend of mine!” Kim winks knowingly.

“Is he staying with you?” Bobby asks. Kim shakes her head.

“No, no, no, he isn’t THAT kind of friend.” Kim chuckles. “In fact, we’re not even staying that long. I just wanted to give him the grand tour of the place. Larry here doesn’t believe I own any upscale real estate. Apparently dressing like a hobo gives one the false impression that you are, in fact, a hobo.”

“That’s nice.” Evelyn smiles warmly. “Well, Bobby and I will try to stay out of your way. But you know how to reach us if you need anything.”

“Sure! Thanks, guys!” Kim waves playfully as Evelyn and Bobby turn and walk away. Once they are out of sight Larry leans in and whispers into Kimberly’s ear.

“Friends of yours?”

“Like I said, they just watch over the place for me. Emma left everything she owned to me after her unfortunate…accident…including this place right here.” Kim points out.

“And you never have bothered to stay here?”

“I don’t want to.” Kim shakes her head. “Too many bad memories, not just of what Emma did to me, but what she did to the others.”

“There were others?” Larry seems somewhat surprised by this. Kim nods her head. Larry can tell that his friend is very disturbed. He watches as she steps up onto the steps approaching the double doors. Then she finds a seat on the porch. Larry joins her on the porch and sits down next to her. He sighs deeply. “What is it?”

“I did spend my formative years in that wilderness learning survival skills from Emma. But then when I turned seventeen, she started bringing me here. That’s where I met the other kids. Some like me, but much younger.”

“Who were they?”

“Most were children of Romanian parents who wanted them to live in America. They desperately wanted to give their kids a chance for a better life by sending them to America. That’s the dream, right? Emma knew and she didn’t care. She took advantage and took their kids to raise as her own.”

“For what purpose?” Larry’s voice is trembling with anger. He already did not like Emma, based solely on what Kimberly had told him. But this new information makes his skin crawl. He isn’t sure he wants to know more but he feels he has to know.

“A cult? Some weird, twisted family to call her own?” Kim shrugs her shoulders. “I never could figure it out. But one thing she demanded from them, from all of us, was fierce loyalty. She was banking on these kids growing up, making something of themselves, and giving a portion of their riches and wealth back to her.”

“Ah but you were not loyal, were you?” Larry asks. “In fact, you killed her. You ended this horrific cycle of human trafficking. That must count for something.”

“I was Emma’s one mistake.” Kim nods her head. She smirks. “Hell, she can fill my head with whatever lies and deceit she may want but it is hard to hide that my identical twin is parading herself all over the television as a professional wrestler. That was bound to raise some questions.”

“Indeed.” Larry nods his head.

“So she told me that my real family hated me. She told me they had tried to kill me but Emma had rescued me. Emma had hoped that her lies would solidify my loyalty to her. She hadn’t counted on my hatred and rage boiling over. Sure, she encouraged me to seek revenge, but she didn’t think I would actually follow through. She figured I would try, fail, and then move on with my life as Emma’s loyal little puppy. Fat chance on that. I tried to get my revenge…” Kim shrugs her shoulders “...and well, you know the rest! I was captured and put in the loony bin!”

“It was there that you learned the truth of what Emma had been doing to you.”

“Yeah…” Kim’s voice fades off “...then I put an end to her.”

“What happened to the other children?”

“They were all put into foster care.”

“Kimberly, my friend,” Larry begins “I never knew about this place, and you have confided in me about nearly everything. You have kept this place a secret from everyone.”

“I haven’t been here since I was eighteen.” She grins playfully. “Bobby and Evelyn think I’m just an eccentric fool because I never physically visit them. Lots of virtual zoom meetings!”

“So why keep it if this place brings back such bad memories?”

“I don’t know.” Williams shrugs her shoulders. “Maybe I need to constantly be reminded of where I came from and the kind of evil I am constantly fighting? That monster Emma sought to create, the violent yet sophisticated manipulative monster, that person still exists inside me, Larry. I have done my damndest to keep that monster bottled up. Every single time I let it out, it becomes harder to bottle it back up. The last time I let that monster out to feast was against James Evans. It took a few days for me to get the monster back in its cage for the happy go lucky Kim to return. I fear that I may need to release that monster again if I want to retain the Underground Championship against David Striker.”

“And what does any of this have to do with your daughter?” Larry asks curiously.

“Oh, her…” Kim sighs deeply “...Lilith is Emma’s legacy. She was formed here at this place.”

“Wait…” Larry’s eyes grow wide with surprise “...do you mean to suggest…?” Kim nods her head as tears begin to form in her eyes.

“Emma wanted a family. She asked me to give it to her and I was fiercely loyal to Emma, loyal enough to give her that family. Emma raised Lilith for her first year but after I was put in the mental institution the state took her from Emma. I guess they suspected something was wrong. And every time I see Lilith…” Kim’s voice starts to crack “...every time I see Lilith, I see Emma, and it’s bringing out the worst in me. I…” Kim shakes her head. “...I’m afraid of her.”

“You’re afraid of your daughter…or of the memories?”

“The memories…and of what they can turn me into.”

“My friend, what you have done is courageous.” Larry gently pats Kim on the back. “This is the first big step towards conquering your fears.”

“I’m sorry, Larry…” Kim shakes her head “...I’m just not sure I am ready to face my fears.”

“You can do it, Kimberly.” He hugs her tightly. “I will be there for you every step of the way.”

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April 13th, 2024
Boston, Massachusetts
On Camera
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We open in a run down, dilapidated living room that has certainly seen its better days. The wallpaper peels away from the walls, revealing patches of bare plaster beneath. The floorboards creak underfoot, warped and worn from years of neglect and moisture damage. Dust coats every surface, undisturbed by any recent activity. A tattered sofa sits against one wall, its cushions deflated and springs poking through the fabric. A threadbare rug, faded and stained, lies haphazardly in the center of the room, its edges curling up from years of wear. It isn’t long after before we see movement from the right. Then the reigning SCW Underground Champion, “The Woman Scorned” Kimberly Williams emerges into the scene. The Queen of the Death Match is wearing a meticulously crafted gothic style dress, the bodice adorned with intricate lace detailing and ribbon accents. The dress billows out into layers of black tulle and satin, creating a dramatic silhouette around her slender frame. Her long, red hair cascades in waves around her shoulders. Kimberly’s eyes, framed by thick lashes and dark eyeliner, hold a hint of mystery and depth, adding to her enigmatic allure. Completing her look are lace gloves, fishnet stockings, and platform boots, each detail carefully chosen to enhance her gothic aesthetic. She has her beloved penguin plushy in her right hand and her SCW Underground Championship title belt wrapped around her waist.

“The Long Road out of Hell…” she smirks knowingly “...for me, that road starts right here in my home of Boston, Massachusetts. It is here where I was born and raised. It is here where the dreams of a little girl became nightmares and it is here where I took those nightmares and turned them into a success story. When people tried to pigeonhole me, stereotype me as just a hardcore wrestler simply because I was a lunatic, this is where I decided that out of spite for those people I would become the greatest death match wrestler to walk this damn planet. Now I stand before you not just as the Queen of the Death Match but as the reigning and defending five time SCW Underground Champion. I have done more for this championship and this division than anyone else to ever come before me and it all started right here. This is where I stood up against a house and defended my legacy against a deranged but dangerous fool. So of course my Long Road out of Hell must start right here in my home of Boston, Massachusetts.”

The Woman Scorned shrugs her shoulders. “But honestly, do I really want to get out of hell?” She throws her head back and cackles maniacally. “Hell, I’ve enjoyed my stay! If this is hell, if the torture and violence of the Underground is considered hell then I do not want to ever see heaven! I am quite happy and quite content right where I am sitting upon my throne as the Queen of the Death Match and the Queen of the Underground.” She points a finger at the camera. “I’m not even sure I want this thing between you and me to end, Davey Boy. I gotta admit, the past two matches we’ve had, the violence we have engaged in, the blood we have shed, it has been some of the most memorable and enjoyable times of my life. I will admit that beating me the first time, yeah, it almost felt like a fluke. And then when you talked about me needing validation or whatever the hell that means, well that made me doubt your Underground stripes. What looked like it could have potentially been a fluke win, followed by you thinking that I needed some stupid ass validation as if I really cared about what other people thought about me, after all of that I began to question whether you belonged in my Underground division. Retribution was going to be the night that I eliminated you from my division. I was going to purge you from my Underground, because I wasn’t certain that you belonged.” Kimberly smirks knowingly.

“I beat you that night. Many had come before you, Davey Boy, and they had beaten me. Deanna Frost, Owen Cruze, James Evans, all of them managed to find a way to defeat me, but then I always managed to turn things around in my favor and succeed the next go around. You weren’t any different from any of them. You beat me, sure, but then I found a way to turn things around and I beat you at Retribution. You know how I always turn things around in my favor, Davey Boy Striker? It is my old faithful. It is the one thing that has never failed me. Not the barbed wire bats, not the staple guns, not the thumb tacks, not even Wasley here…” she pats the penguin on its head “...chaos.”

“What happens, Davey Boy Striker, when you introduce chaos, what happens when you introduce a little anarchy? It weeds out those unable or unwilling to survive in the Underground. Deanna, Owen, and James are all incredible wrestlers, but they have one thing in common that cost them in the end, that allowed me to swoop in and reclaim my spot; they were unwilling to embrace the chaos of the Underground division. After I beat you at Retribution, Davey, I still wasn’t sure you were willing to embrace that chaos, but then you walked out there on Breakdown and challenged me to walk with you down that Long Road out of Hell.?” She licks her lips. “Now that, my friend, is chaos. Now I am going to tell you the one thing you have been waiting to hear from moi for a very long time, and something I have been waiting to say to someone for a very long time.”

“You really and truly are ready for my Underground.” Williams shakes her head. “But make no mistake about it, Davey, that by no means makes you the heir apparent to my throne. If anything, this means that you are going to get even more of the violence, even more of the bloodshed, and even more of the chaos from the Queen of the Death Match. You are going to get to experience something that very few people have ever been unfortunate enough to experience.” She sneers nastily. “You get to experience the REAL Kimberly Williams.”

“The entire world think that they know Kimberly Williams but they don’t. Even you think that you know the psychotic little redhead that you’ve been fighting these past few months. But I am here to tell them and especially you, Davey, that you have no damn clue just who the hell I am and you have no idea of just how twisted, sadistic, and evil I can become when I am forced to push myself to that limit. And I think that tomorrow night at Taking the Leap, I have to push myself to that limit yet again.” She nods her head slowly with an ominous look on her face. “You said it yourself, Davey, we are dead even in this death match series. Yeah, I beat you at Retribution. I retained my Underground Championship. But you have proven that you can beat me. You have shown that you know what it takes to beat me. That means in order to retain at Taking the Leap, I need to do something different. In order to successfully navigate this Long Road out of Hell, I have to descend into the pits of hell that is my soul and give you the worst, darkest, most evil version of Kimberly Williams that there is.”

“And you know what else, Davey? This uniquely sadistic and dangerous match, the Long Road out of Hell…that is next level violence. I asked you to impress me and you damn sure delivered.” She smirks knowingly. “But unfortunately since you delivered next level violence, I have to now deliver a next level violent and next level deadly version of Kim. That’s why you have to experience the dark, evil Kimberly Williams. Only that kind of Kimberly Williams will be able to climb that Long Road out of Hell. I have to dig down deep into the personal darkness and hell of my soul in order to defeat you, Davey. And that’s exactly what I will do. Will I be able to get myself out of that hell that is my soul?” Kim shrugs her shoulders. “Who knows? But I can tell you that I will walk away still with my Underground Championship.”