Evans vs. Williams vs. Adams vs. Maloney

[The Matt]

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July 22nd, 2024
Boston, Massachusetts
Off Camera
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Rise To Greatness is just a week away and Kimberly Williams is facing a tall order, one of the most difficult challenges of her career. She must face and defeat three other opponents in order to regain her coveted SCW Underground Championship. Doing so will not be easy; she must face Leroy Adams, her arch nemesis James Evans, and the current champion Eavan Maloney. It started as a title match between Kim and Eavan which expanded to include James when he decided to get involved once again in Kimberly’s business. Leroy Adams kind of accidentally stumbled into the situation when he thought he was doing the right thing by sticking up for Eavan Maloney, who apparently didn’t see it that way. Now it is a four way Underground war for the championship. Kimberly has put on her typical jovial, happy-go-lucky front for the cameras. It is revengers assemble all over again, just like at Taking Hold of the Flame. Only this time the target is James Evans and Kim’s purpose is to keep the title away from him, and hopefully reclaim it for herself. Behind the jovial comical facade of Crazy Kim, however, lies a woman who is deeply concerned about what is to come with this championship match. Sure, she has been in multi-person matches before. She regained the Underground Title in a five way match and in her own massive Trios Cash In. She defended it against two other people at last year’s Rise To Greatness. Defending the Underground Title in a match with this much chaos is nothing new to Kim. In fact, she thrives on the chaos. It is where she does her best work.

What concerns The Woman Scorned the most about this match is the knowledge of how far she will have to go in order to regain her championship. Williams hasn’t spoken about it publicly, but she has noticed how much of her humanity it takes out of her, how far more violent and evil she has to get each and every time she seeks to recapture the Underground Title after losing it. She has to go a dark place, a place where she keeps her darkest, innermost psychosis hidden, locked away from a society that might fear it, that might fear her. But Kim is afraid of it herself. She fears what she is truly capable of when she fully embraces that darkness. More than that, she is afraid of not being able to bottle that darkness back up. Kimberly fears that one day she will unleash this psychosis, this evil, and she will be unable to put it back under lock and key. Upon the advice of her boyfriend she went to see her family psychiatrist, Dr. Jennifer Warren, who suggested that the real solution here is to back away from the hardcore wrestling that forces her to bring that side of herself out into the open. Unfortunately that solution is out of the question. Kimberly may be a clown on the outside but on the inside she is still a very fierce competitor. Williams will not be able to sleep at night knowing that she did not do everything she could to try and win back that championship. As a competitor she feels she must bring her A-Game to Rise To Greatness. When it comes to the Underground, her A-Game happens to be the sickest, most sadistic version of herself imaginable. Kimberly must unleash her darkness at least one more time. She feels as if she has no choice. She can just pray that somehow, someway, she can find her way back to the light.

The Queen of the Death Match has few places where she feels the safest and most comfortable to just be herself, to be in her own skin. Needless to say, while being around her sister Marie is usually one such place, being in Marie’s opulent expensive home in an upscale area of Boston, Massachusetts is not one of them. The living room is a testament to modern luxury. Sleek, minimalist furniture in shades of white and gray is arranged with precision, and the expansive windows offer a stunning view of the city skyline. A large, plush sectional sofa dominates the room, accented with vibrant throw pillows in varying textures. Abstract art pieces hang on the walls, and a glass coffee table holds an assortment of high-end magazines and a vase of fresh flowers. The lighting is soft and warm, provided by recessed fixtures and a few strategically placed floor lamps, creating an inviting and sophisticated ambiance.

Marie Jones sits on one end of the sectional sofa, dressed in a semi-conservative fashion. She wears a tailored, navy-blue blouse with a high collar and delicate pearl buttons, paired with a knee-length skirt. Her outfit is complemented by simple pearl earrings and a slim, silver wristwatch. Sensible black pumps complete her look. In stark contrast, at the other end of the sofa, is her sister, Kimberly Williams, adorned in a black velvet top, black torn denim jeans, and intricate black lace gloves cover her hands. She accessorizes with a silver cross necklace, dark rings, and a small, ornate black hat perched atop her red curls, adorned with feathers and lace. Her beloved penguin, Wasley, is resting on her lap.

“Thanks for letting me come over.” Kim says.

“You know you’re welcome anytime.” Marie says, smiling warmly at her sister.

“Yeah, well, maybe next time make this feel more homey?”

“Kim, your idea of homey is a complete train wreck.” Marie points out with a grin. Kim shrugs her shoulders.

“So? You don’t have to live in the lap of luxury to feel comfortable. Some of my best friends live in cardboard boxes. And my pal Caligula lives in a cage!”

“Caligula is a hamster.”

“He prefers to go by Cricetinae…that or Gaius Julius Caesar Germanicus…” Kim sighs “...anyway, where’s your kiddo?”

“Sean? He’s with Percy.” Marie states. “Probably at our mom’s gym working on some self-defense moves.”

“Percy is a real catch, eh?” Kim asks with a knowing smirk. Marie nods her head, smiling dreamily.

“Yeah, yeah he is…”

“Percy will have him making shanks and smuggling contraband in no time!”

“Kim!” Marie exclaims. Kim giggles.

“Sorry! I can’t help myself! But, uh, when does my future brother-in-law get to meet your evil twin?”

“You will meet him soon enough, Kim, just be patient.” Marie states. “Oh and, by the way, you are NOT evil.”

“She don’t know me that well, do she?” Kim says in a voice reminiscent of Bugs Bunny from Loony Tunes. Marie rolls her eyes.

“Stop it, Kim. We’ve been through this many times already. You are NOT evil. Unique? Eccentric? Sure. But evil?” Marie shakes her head. “No way. You are not evil.”

“Oh I appreciate the vote of confidence, I appreciate your support, sis. It really warms my dark heart. But I’m afraid I am evil.” She pats her chest. “There is a darkness that lurks deep down inside. I’ve kept it repressed, for the most part, but it is becoming more and more difficult to keep it down. And I fear that at Rise To Greatness, everyone will see just how twisted and evil I can be.”

“Kim, stop it, you’re starting to scare ME now.” Marie says. “Look, it’s just an Underground Title Match. You’ve been doing these and other hardcore matches for years now.”

“It’s easy for you to say, Marie. All you got is some royal person who is missing. Me? I am in what amounts to a death match.”

“But you are the Queen of the Death Match.”

“I am.” Kim nods her head in agreement. “But sis, do you have any freaking idea how much these Underground matches take out of me? And I don’t mean the physicality of it all. I can take all the abuse any of the three in my match throw at me.” She taps her forehead. “I’m talking about right here. Every time I lost the Underground Championship, I have had to dig down deeper, go to this…this dark place in my soul…and use that viciousness, that sadism, that evil, use it to regain my title. And each time I win it back, it has become harder and harder to put that evil back in its bottle.” She points at Marie. “I’m scaring you? I’m scared too. I’m scared about what might happen AFTER Rise To Greatness. Will I be able to walk myself back away from the darkness once the match is over?”

There is a long, tense pause as Marie looks deep into the eyes of her sister. She can sense that this isn’t the fun loving Crazy Kim. The Woman Scorned is being deadly serious right now. The Phoenix sighs and nods her head.

“I get it.”

“No, you don’t.” Kim shakes her head.

“I think I do.” Marie says. “Have you tried talking to a therapist?”

“Yes, I even went to our family doc. Jenny, right?”

“Yes, Dr. Warren.” Marie nods her head. “What’d she say?”

“It was a waste of time.” Kim sighs and shakes her head. “She was open to medication and even suggested meditation. Like I’m not gonna go to yoga or chant some bullshit.”

“Did she suggestion anything else?”

“Yeah, something I refuse to do.” Kim remarks bluntly. “She suggested that I stop doing as many of the hardcore matches.”

“That would probably mean leaving the Underground.”

“Exactly.” Kim says. “You see why I can’t listen to her nonsense?”

“I see why you are reluctant.” Marie answers with a nod of her head. “But honestly, Kim, I think you are looking at this entirely the wrong way. I think you can still do your death match thing and keep that darkness of yours suppressed.”

“Really? What’s your brilliant idea, Sherlock?” Kim suddenly throws Wasley at Marie who barely catches the penguin time. The weight of the penguin nearly knocks Marie over. “Seriously. Wasley is dying to know!”

“Kim!” Marie exclaims. “Did you forget your ‘friend’ has lead weights stuffed in his gut?!”

“Yeah, I forget about that sometimes!” Kim grins knowingly. “But, yeah, seriously, what’s your big idea, because right now I am open to anything!”

“Well…” Marie sets Wasley down next to her “...the real trick is not necessarily suppressing it, keeping it bottled up, or whatever. The trick is channeling it.”

“Channeling it, huh?” Kim rolls her eyes. “Sounds like ol’ Doc Warren’s meditation mumbo jumbo.”

“No, hear me out!” Marie insists. “It works! I know it works because you are not the only one in this family with dark impulses you have to fight off.”

“Oh are you joking?” Kim laughs. “Is there a Dark Phoenix lurking underneath that prudish attire?” Kim shakes her head. “Actually, don’t use that name. It’s copyrighted, trademarked, or something and you’ll get everyone sued.”

“I’m being serious.” Marie insists. “Me, Jessica, and even mom we all have our own dark sides.”

“Seriously?” Kim seems genuinely interested now. She quickly sits up and scoots over closer to Marie. “I mean, I get it about Jess. She has a different father from us and I am pretty sure her dad is Satan. But you and mom, too?”

“Yep.” Marie grins. “We’ve all had extremely dark times in our lives that led to some very dark impulses. We’ve learned to channel them. It’s what the Jones women know how to do.”

“Yeah, well, that’s the thing.” Kim shakes her head. “I’m not like you.”

“Yes, you are.” Marie says as she places a hand on her twin sister’s shoulder. “Your last name may be Williams but you are a Jones. Jones blood runs through those veins even though you were raised differently.”

“Yeah, that’s right.” Kim nods her head. Her demeanor once again changes to a much more serious tone. “I was raised by a psychopath. And don’t forget, Marie, our father was a serial killer. I am much more like the serial killer than our mother who happened to overcome her dark impulses.”

“No, that’s where you’re wrong.” Marie hugs Kim tightly. “You are every bit a Jones. Do you need to learn HOW to be a Jones? Maybe. But you are a Jones.”

“Those are nice inspirational and motivational words.” Kim gently shoves Marie away. “But they’re just words. Rise To Greatness is almost here. I know I have to give in to my darkness if I hope to win back the championship and damn it, I’m not sure I am going to be able to find my way back from the darkness this time. I probably will regain the title…but at the cost of my soul.”

Kimberly Williams looks genuinely fearful, genuinely concerned for what she might do to herself and others at Rise To Greatness and beyond if she cannot restrain herself after the match is over. Marie has never seen her sister like this before. It still is quite uneasy. Suddenly Marie’s face lights up, as if a lightbulb just went off over her head. She quickly stands up.

“Stay right there. I’ll be right back!”

“Where are you going?” Kim asks.

“Just keep Wasley company.”

Marie turns and bolts out of the room. Kimberly shrugs her shoulders as she picks Wasley the penguin back up and places him on her lap. She stares into his blank, empty eyes. A smirk forms on her face.

“Marie doesn’t get me. Doc Warren definitely doesn’t get me. I think my boyfriend gets me…” she kisses the penguin plushy “...but at least you get me!” She frowns. “Wait, what?! What do you mean you think she’s right?! What do you mean you think I’m not as evil as I think I am?! I am a monster, damn you!” Kim throws Wasley again, this time he accidently knocks over a lamp, causing it to fall and crash onto the floor. Kim smiles sheepishly. She hoped Marie didn’t hear it. But…

“Kim! Are you ok?”

“It was just a lamp.”

“A lamp?!”

“Wasley knocked it over.” Kim insists. “He was unhappy with how you’ve been treating me.” Kim hopes Marie buys this excuse though she has a sneaking suspicion that she won’t. It isn’t long before Marie returns to the room. She looks down at the pile of broken lamp lying on the floor. She sighs and shakes her head.

“Oh Kim…”

“I told you! It was Wasley!” Kim insists.

“Whatever, it doesn’t matter.” Marie shakes her head. “I can always buy another.”

“Yeah, because you’re fucking loaded.”

“So are you.”

“Oh yeah, I forget that I’m rich.” Kim smirks. “Living like a bum tends to make me forget about my money!”

Marie sits back down next to Kimberly. “Hold out your hand.”

“Oh do I get a surprise for being a good girl?” Kim asks excitedly. “Please let it be a gummy bear! I love gummy bears! Or maybe a feather boa!” Marie drops some beads into her hand. Kim looks at them and studies it carefully. She recognizes it immediately. She looks up at Marie curiously. “It’s a Rosary…”

“That’s right.”

“Why are you giving me a Rosary, Marie?”

“Why not?” Marie asks. “Dr. Warren did suggest meditation. This is a form of it.”

“I don’t think…” Kim tries to talk but Marie interrupts her.

“Just try it. Channel your darkness or whatever into your Underground matches. Keep doing that. It works for you. And when you need to walk yourself back, when you need to step away from that darkness, or anytime you feel those dark impulses creeping up, just pick up the Rosary.”

“And I thought Lawrence of Arabia was nuts for trying exorcisms.” Kim rolls her eyes.

“I’m not here to debate the faith aspect of it. But it IS a legitimate form of meditation. You want help, right? You want a way to compete in the Underground without losing yourself? This is something you could try.”

“I suppose I could try it…” Kim studies it carefully she furrows her brow as she notices something rather unique about it “...this looks rather old.” She looks up at Marie. “Where did you get it?”

“It came from mom.” Marie says.

“So its hers?”

“No.” Marie shakes her head. “It was our grandmother’s. One of the few items of Kelly Jones that she has left.”

“Damn…” Kim is stunned “...I mean, I know how much she meant to mom. She was very attached to her mother, and watching her die devastated her.”

“It did.” Marie nods her head.

“So why’d she give it up?”

“Because I needed it. She thought it would help and it did. Now that I am in a good place, I no longer need it. And since you apparently are not convinced that you are ‘Jones enough’ like the rest of us, then maybe it is time for you to carry with you a piece of the original Jones matriarch.”

“I…I never…” Kim’s voice cracks “...I never met her. Kelly that is…”

“Neither did I. But from everything mom’s told me about her, she was very strong willed and not a quitter.” Marie pats Kim on the back. “You are not a quitter, either. That’s what makes you a Jones. So do not quit on the Underground just because of your fear of what MIGHT happen. Fight for it. You built it, you helped shape it, make sure you do everything to keep it.”

Tears form in Kimberly’s eyes. She leans forward and hugs Marie tightly. “Thanks, sis. I needed this…”

“Anytime, Kim.”

Kimberly had always been physically ready for the oncoming war at Rise To Greatness. Now, thanks to her sister, she is both mentally and emotionally ready as well. The Underground Championship is on the line and perhaps the very future of the Underground is at stake. Kimberly will do everything she can to make sure she is still writing the book of the Underground.

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July 27th, 2024
St. Louis, Missouri
On Camera
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We open in Forest Park in St. Louis, Missouri. The lush greenery of the park, along with the families and other visitors in the background, serves as a backdrop for what is about to take place. The summer sun casts a warm glow onto the park. A few moments later and we see Kimberly Williams entering the scene from the right. The Woman Scorned is wearing a bold purple and green pantsuit. The suit features a tailored blazer in rich purple, with bright green lapels and cuffs, paired with matching pants that flare slightly at the bottom. The colors are loud and playful, making her presence impossible to miss. Her hair, a cascade of fiery locks, contrasts vividly with her outfit. In one hand, she carries her beloved penguin plushy, the fun loving Wasley, with its black and white body and orange beak a stark contrast to her strange and unique ensemble. Kim’s expression is peculiar; she wears a strange grin, the corners of her mouth slightly upturned. Her eyes, sparkling with mischief.

“Revengers assemble!” Kim pauses momentarily and scratches her chin. “Wait, didn’t we already go through this cycle once before? It was Taking Hold of the Flame and Enigma was the asshole that needed to be taken care of. I seriously should consider selling some revengers merchandise if this shit is gonna keep up. Except this time the asshole that needs to be taken care of is the kool-aid drinking Jim Jones wannabe himself James Evans.” She grins from ear to ear. “Seriously, Jimbo, what do I gotta do to get rid of ya once and for all? I thought driving an explosive into your face would be enough of a hint but no! To your credit you are just like a bad penny, you keep turning up. You are like a cockroach, those little bugs can seemingly survive anything. Now here you are, once again back in SCW, once again annoying me, and also ruining the fun for each and every person in SCW…and I don’t just mean the wrestlers, but the fans too! And really, Jimbo, that’s all you’re doing. You are being a nuisance. You are becoming a wet blanket. You are ruining everyone’s fun. But what you are NOT doing is succeeding at your ridiculous little goal of ending violence.”

“First of all, changing the hearts and minds of everyone in this business, from the front office to the wrestlers and the fans, that is impossible. Opinions are like assholes, everyone has one and you ARE one, and you cannot change the opinions of everyone to match your twisted view of what wrestling should be. Secondly, Jimbo, even if you could win over the hearts and minds of the masses like the crazy cult leader you fashion yourself to be, there is still one big problem with your goal; wrestling is a violent sport, you dipshit! Even without hardcore wrestling, even without the death matches, VIOLENCE IS STILL AN INHERENT PART OF THE GAME!” Kimberly shakes her head. “You cannot get rid of the violence.” She sighs deeply.

“But you know what? I feel like I’m becoming a bit of a broken record. You should know all about broken records, though, because you have been a god damn broken record for a fucking year now with the same old song and dance about nonviolence that not one damn soul in this company gives a damn about! You are becoming old, washed up, irrelevant, and you are hanging on by this one thread, this one stupid ass gimmicky shit that you think will keep you relevant in Supreme Championship Wrestling. But just like your attempt to get rid of the Underground failed miserably, your attempt to remain relevant is also failing miserably. Do you even pay attention, you stupid fuck? Amy Chastain built an army to get rid of your little pals. I damn sure don’t want you here. Now you and your brilliance made two more enemies in Leroy Adams and Eavan Maloney. In short, NO ONE WANTS YOU HERE ANYMORE!” Kim laughs nastily. “Actually, I take that back, the only people who don’t feel that way are the newcomers but even they will want to see you go away the moment they really get to know you.”

“I wish you would do everyone a favor and go away and never come back.” Kim shakes her head. “Unfortunately that just won’t happen so I did my best to get rid of you myself. At Body Heart & Soul…the wrestling event, not Polly and her crew…I beat you. I beat you, reclaimed my title, and I hoped you would take the hint and stay away. But you couldn’t stay away, could you? You just had to come back. You had to stick your nose where it doesn’t belong. But that’s par for the course for you, isn’t it? Me and Eavan Maloney were having one hell of an Underground Title Match and you had to get involved. We were doing great things for the Underground Division and we were having a match for the ages and you had to get involved in order to stay relevant.”

“The Queens of Chaos and Maloney may not be on the best of terms but I do respect her and I’d like to think she respects me. I would like to think we share a mutual respect for one another and for what we can do to each other and to other people in the Underground. But there is one other thing we have in common…” Williams points a finger at the camera “...a complete and utter disgust and disregard for you. Because not only did you screw me out of the title, Jimbo, you also put an asterisk over Eavan’s title win. She isn’t exactly happy about that and then you have Leroy Adams who just wants to get paid and he just wants to do the right thing and he’s pissed off with your piss poor attitude and he wants to take you out as well.” She holds up three fingers. “That’s three of us who want to see you get your ass whipped at Rise To Greatness, Jimbo.” Kim now puts down two fingers and holds up just the one.

“And that, my extremist pal, is priority number one. Priority number one of this incarnation of revengers assemble is to take you apart piece by piece. Priority number one is to maim you, bloody you, and leave you for fucking dead in the center of the ring. Priority number one is to cripple you so that you cannot make any further goddamn returns to SCW. Priority number one is to END YOU…permanently…” The Queen of the Death Match has an intense gaze, one that slowly turns into a grin as she holds up a second finger “...which leads me to priority number two.”

“I admit, it will sound contradictory, and to my Kimmymaniacs I apologize, but priority number two just might be as important if not more important than priority number one. Cause as much as I would love a three on one match that only ends when Jimbo Evans dies, that is not the case here. This is a four way Underground Championship Match and while the three of us revengers do agree that Jimbo will not be walking out under his own power, let alone walk out with the title, what we cannot agree on is which one of us WILL leave Rise To Greatness as the SCW Underground Champion.”

“Maloney, I know that asterisk next to your title reign bothers you…and maybe one day we can finally have that one on one match to settle the issue once and for all as to which of us is the best in the Underground? For now we have to settle for this opportunity that we have before us. It is an opportunity to see who should carry the banner of the Underground into the future. Who should lead the Underground into the future? We spoke about the three of us representing the past, present, and future of the Underground. I have carried the Underground on my back for years now and while I admit that one day the time will come where I will no longer be able to carry that banner myself, I absolutely refuse to just sit back and watch the Underground pass me by, watch other competitors like yourself carry it onward without at least putting up a fight. That’s why at Rise To Greatness you are going to see my absolute best…or worst, depending on your perspective. You will see the deadliest of Kimberly Williams in the Underground, because that is what I have to bring to the table in order to regain the championship.”

“Then there’s Leroy…” Kim throws her head back and laughs “...oh poor Leroy, I pity you. I mean, don’t get me wrong, I appreciate the help. Any enemy of Jimbo is a friend of mine! And all you wanted to do was the right thing by me and by Eavan. I don’t think she saw it that way, but hey! At least you tried, right? And it looks your good deed was rewarded by being included in this Underground war about to take place at Rise To Greatness. I’ve seen what you can do against the likes of Creek, Jimbo, Maloney….I know you can bring it. And Even though the Underground may not be your particular style, I am definitely not overlooking you. When the time comes, you had better believe that I will be ready to pull the trigger and end you if that’s what it takes to become Underground Champion yet again.”

The Queen of the Death Match holds up five fingers. “Five times, that’s how many times I have been Underground Champion. It started when the title was resurrected and I won it up until today. I have tied the record for most reigns, Rachel Foxx being the other five time winner. In my time as Underground Queen I have been through some of the deadliest most violent and most chaotic matches. But you know the kind of environment I thrived in the most during my time as champion? The ones with the most chaos.” A sadistic grin forms on her face. “Apocalypse 2022, I beat four other people to regain the title in an absolute war. My Trios Cash In, another massive chaotic war involving the entire locker room, and I ended the night as champion. Then at Taking Hold of the Flame this year, I beat five other people in an Underground war. LAST YEAR at Rise To Greatness, I beat TWO other people to retain my title. Do you get where I’m going with this, ladies and gents? The Underground has been my world for a long ass time and I thrive upon chaos. The more chaos, the better. The more chaotic the environment, the deadlier I become. Being a Queen of Chaos isn’t some cute merchandise slogan you can slap on a t-shirt and sell to kids…although come to think of it, that is a good idea…being THE Queen of Chaos is very much fucking literal for me. And you do not get much more chaotic than four competitors with the rule book thrown out the window. So at Rise To Greatness, right here in St. Louis, this is what’s going to happen…chaos will reign, violence will rule, Jimbo Evans will be sent down the river, and I will walk away from the chaos and bloodshed as the NEW six time and record holding SCW Underground Champion.”

Kimberly takes Wasley, clutches him close to her chest, and then turns and slowly starts to walk away. The camera fades to black.