Selena Frost, Polly & Raynes Vs. Williams, David Striker & Sean Michael Prime

[The Matt]

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September 9th, 2024
Wilderness of Massachusetts
Off Camera
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What is a crisis of faith? For most with religious beliefs of some sort it boils down to the same thing, but to put it in Judeo-Christian terms, it is a painful experience when one begins to doubt their beliefs, which causes grief and confusion and a great disconnect from their god. What happens when a psychopath has a crisis of faith? That’s much harder to define. Kimberly Williams has never truly embraced religion the way her sisters and mother have, but if there is one thing she does truly believe in it is the concept of chaos. The self-proclaimed Queen of the Death Match has allowed herself to be guided by chaos for the better part of a decade. It just made sense. For most of her life she had allowed herself to be manipulated by her sociopathic foster mother named Emma Floreschu. This unhealthy relationship led to Kimberly making some horrific decisions that landed her in a psychiatric ward. Ever since she was released from said psychiatric ward, she never trusted Emma or anyone else. No one deserved her trust; no one except for two things; her family and chaos. And due to how long it took to earn her family’s trust, Kimberly was ultimately guided by the comforting hand of chaos. Chaos felt right. It felt fair. Unlike Emma, who had taken advantage of her, chaos had never led Kimberly astray. Through chaos, Kim found herself a nice little niche in the world of professional wrestling where she was able to stand out apart from her famous family and make a name for herself as a death match warrior. Through chaos she built up a strong fanbase that was consistently loyal to her through thick and thin.

Now Kimberly Williams finds herself in a crisis of faith. She isn’t sure what is wrong but she does know that something is definitely wrong. She lost the SCW Underground Championship to Eavan Maloney, albeit thanks to outside interference from James Evans. But that’s all part of the rules. That’s part of chaos; you never know what might happen? Then she had a chance to regain the championship at Rise To Greatness but failed when Leroy Adams won the title, pinning Maloney. It stung but once again, that’s what you get when you ride with chaos. And now, following a recent edition of Breakdown, Kimberly has learned that Leroy has been working together with James Evans and Waylon Creek all along. After that third surprise in a row where chaos failed her, Kimberly now finds herself in a crisis of faith. She is unsure if she should even continue this path that she has been on? Chaos failed her, so why not try something else? But then other thoughts are there as well, causing her to think twice about making such a rash and hasty decision. Maybe it isn’t chaos that failed her but Kim who failed chaos? Maybe Kim is the one who strayed a little too far from the path of chaos? Kimberly must admit that in the months since the return of her twin sister Marie, she has found herself growing tamer than usual and, worse yet, normal.

No one wants a normal psychopath and no one wants a normal Kimberly Williams. Or do they?

This question is plaguing Kimberly’s mind as she makes her way through through the dense trees of the wilderness in the late afternoon here in Massachusetts. The Woman Scorned is wearing dark, slightly worn jeans, scuffed but sturdy brown boots that crunch against the underbrush with each step she takes as she marches along with a determined stride. She wears a loose fitting black shirt underneath a black leather jacket. In her right hand she carries her beloved penguin plushie, Wasley. In her left hand she carries a cage that contains her hamster, Caligula.

This trek through the Massachusetts wilderness is not all too unfamiliar for her, she has made this trip before but she hasn’t made it in a very long time. Yet she still knows where she is going, like second nature. After what feels like hours of trekking through the dense woods, she comes to a clearing. There, nestled in the middle of the wilderness, stands a run down cabin. The wood is weathered and gray, the roof sagging in places, and patches of moss cling to its sides. The front door hangs slightly ajar, creaking faintly in the breeze. Vines have begun to snake their way up the cabin's sides, and the small windows are so caked with grime and dirt that it's impossible to see inside. The cabin is isolated and abandoned.

It feels just like home.

“Well, boys! We’re here!” Kim proclaims happily. “We’re home!”

“This aint home ya crazed bitch!” ‘Caligula’ says. Well, not really Caligula. It’s just Kim providing the voice for her beloved hamster, or what she imagines he would be saying to her right now.

“Of course it’s home!” Kim insists. “I spent my childhood here cooped up like an animal.” Kim sighs and grins from ear to ear. “Ah, such good memories.”

“You’re a fucking lunatic.”

“Thank you, Caligula.” Kim says. “But no matter how much you compliment me, I still won’t give you extra pellets for dinner.”

“Cheap whore.”

“Hush now!” Kim says. “Let’s go, with any luck I’ll forget where I parked and we can starve out here!”

Kimberly takes Caligula and Wasley and marches towards the cabin. This is the cabin where Emma, her guardian, her foster, would care for her. Although some would not call it caring. They would call it holding hostage. If anyone knew what Emma was doing, where she had been keeping Kim as a child and the conditions she was being held, Emma would have been arrested. Being here, alone and isolated from society, in this dense wilderness, it is all Kimberly knew for her entire childhood. It is part of what made her snap, made her the psychopath she is today. It took Kim a long time and lots of therapy to begin to adjust to enter society for the first time. She rarely visits this place anymore but her crisis of faith brings her back.

The Woman Scorned pushes her way through the door and into the cabin. It is a very small space with little living area to speak of. There’s no electricity, at least not any longer. Anyone using this cabin would truly be roughing it. This is the sort of place you might expect to have an encounter with a sasquatch. Kim finds a small table where she sets caligula’s cage down. Kim then sits down on a small, wooden chair and places Wasley the penguin down on the floor at her feet. Kim leans back and breathes a sigh of relief.

“I feel…”

“Like an idiot?” Caligula asks.

“No…I feel at peace!”

“Nah, you’re just an idiot.”

“Well no one asked you, you stupid rodent!” Kim sticks her tongue out. “I have half a mind to just leave you up here so some fox or coyote or something will get you!”

“Do it. Shit, I might find some untamed rodent and make wild love to her sweet ass. I hear the rats out here like kinky shit.”

“You are a sick and twisted hamster, you know that?” Kim exclaims as she pretends to gag.

“Hey, don’t blame me. I didn’t ask to have my hairy ass brought all the out to the middle of damn nowhere.”

“Just try and be happy and enjoy yourself, ok?” Kim says. “Do you hear Wasley complaining?”

“Wasley is an inanimate object you stupid fuck!”

“You are pressing your luck, Caligula.” Kim shakes her head. “Watch your language before I skin you. I am a psychopath, after all, and torturing small animals is what we psychopaths do best. At least, I’ve read that in books.”

“I almost wish you would just go ahead and kill me and put me outta my god damn misery. Shit, living with you as your pet is annoying as hell.”

“I don’t know why you can’t just enjoy yourself.” Kim picks up Wasley and displays him proudly to Caligula. “See? Wasley is happy!”

“And I don’t know why you won’t get to the point.”

“What do you mean?” Kim asks as she places Wasley back down on the rotten wood floor of the cabin.

“You brought us out here for a reason. What the fuck for? Get on with it so we can get back to civilization. Or at least that low rent dump you call civilization.”

“Maybe I’m just here to enjoy some fresh air, huh?” Kim asks arching her brow.

“You don’t come back to this place…THIS PARTICULAR SPOT OF HELL…just to enjoy fresh air. Now quit playing me for a god damn idiot, ya bitch, and get on with it! I need to read the latest issue of Playhamster.”

“Ugh, fine…” Kim rolls her eyes and sighs out of frustration “...as you and Wasley are well aware, things have been going that well for me lately. I lost the Underground Title to someone I thought was cool but turns out wasn’t. I couldn’t recapture the title at Rise To Greatness thanks to a dope who I thought was cool but turns out wasn’t. Now that same dope is working with a bunch of other dopes and are probably plotting and planning on how to bastardize my hard work! They’re gonna fuck around with my Underground Title…and I don’t mean literal fucking becasue, damn, I don’t think even those creeps are that weird…”

“Well, I dunno, I can see ol’ inbred yeehaw hillbilly Leroy being desperate enough to fuck a title belt.”

“Caligula!” Kim exclaims. “I…I…” Kim sighs and nods her head “...ok, I can see it too…and it is disgusting…”

“You’re welcome.”

“See what I mean? See my problem?”

“Eh, I dunno. Is this whole problem of yours REALLY about the Underground Title?”

“Of course it is!” Kim nods her head insistently. “I mean, tell him Wasley! I put my heart and soul, my blood, into making that division what it is today!”

“Yeah, and ya said you would be ready to step aside and move onto other things. Even I understood that and I’m a fucking hamster. Ya coulda stepped aside when that bitch Maloney had it. Ya could still step aside with inbred fuckboy Leroy having it. I doubt he’d wanna kill the division that’s currently making him money. He may be nuts but he aint James Evans nuts. See, I don’t buy your argument that this is all about the Underground Title.”

“Caligula, I…” Kim starts, before she is interrupted…

“Shut the fuck up, bitch! Look, I’m sure you would love to break the record for the most Underground Title reigns. That’d be nice. But I think there’s something else underneath that thick skull of yours. Am I right?”

“Shut up, Caligula!” Kim leaps to her feet and starts to pace the floor of the cabin like a caged lion. “It isn’t like that it’s…it’s…”

“What is it, bitch?”

“I just…” Kim sighs and shakes her head “...I just don’t know.” Kim sits back down and shrugs her shoulders. “Ever since I was released from the psychiatric ward so damn long ago, I have devoted my life to chaos. I wanted to live on the principles of chaos. Because the horrific, awful, manipulative bitch who kept me here, the woman who was supposed to care for me, Emma, she had an agenda. She had a plan for me. She wanted to use me and her little plan ruined my life. You wanna know why kidnapped Marie and replaced her, tried to live her life for her, so many years ago? Because I envied her. She had the normal life that I had always wanted. Shit, I still envy her and she’s the one who got caught up in a cult.” Kim rolls her eyes. “I envy her because she got to have a normal childhood. Emma and her plans ruined that for me. So I chose to embrace chaos. No plans. Just do…things…do things and see what happens. And it worked! It worked so god damn well! I was loving life! I was a success story; I stood out from my family, I made a name for myself, I even have the love of a good guy. Everything seemed to be going my way.”

“Up until recently.”

“Yeah.” Kim nods her head. “Everything has been going against me. And I gotta ask, what’s gone wrong? Has chaos led me astray the way Emma led me astray? Or maybe I’ve gone astray? Maybe I left the good, comfort of chaos by allowing myself to be tamed…allowing myself to become normal…”

“You’re talking to a god damn hamster. You also talk to a fucking penguin. You wanna say you’re normal?”

“Shut it, Caligula!” Kim exclaims. “Relatively speaking I have become…civilized.” Kim snaps her fingers. Her face lights up as if she has an idea. “I got it! I know what I’ll do!”

“Oh dear God…what?”

“I’ll kidnap Marie again! Shit, I’ll even kidnap my mom this time! Two for one special!” Kim grins from ear to ear. “Kidnap someone near and dear to my heart! It led to my first round of success, it’ll lead to another round of success, right?!”

“I don’t think it works that way.”

“Oh and why not?” Kim folds her arms over her chest and pouts.

“Look. Maybe ya are getting a little too…civilized…but that’s easily fixable and I don’t think its as bad a ya make it out to be. You are one crazy bitch. Shit, chaos is never gonna be a nice and easy ride. You shoulda known that. But hell, you talk about chaos, one of the most chaotic events of them all is coming up.”

“Trios…” Kim says quietly.

“Damn right. You, that horny fuck Allocco, and Kirsten Scott won Trios. And look at what you did with your Trios Contract.”

“I created glorious carnage and chaos!” Kim says gleefully.

“Yeah and you can do it again. You wanna bounce back, Trios is your chance to bounce back. You just gotta find a way to work with David Striker…”

“I like him!” Kim says clapping happily. “We nearly killed each other!” She sighs. “Fun times…”

“...and SMP.”

“Who?”

“Sean. Michael. Prime.”

“Wait…he’s still with SCW?”

“Of course he is, ya damn bitch. Where the fuck have ya been?”

“I’ve been distracted, ok?” Kim sighs and shakes her head. “Ok, fine. I don’t know if I can trust SMP. But me and Davey Boy Crockett can sure as hell get along and crack some skulls!” Kim winks. “I think you’d like him, Caligula.”

“I’m into women, you whore!”

“Prude.” Kim sticks her tongue out at the hamster.

“Anyway, that’s the answer to yer most immediate problem. Focus on Trios. Win that contract and you can create all sorts of carnage with it. Make your enemies' lives a living hell. Y’know?”

“Maybe…” Kim scratches her chin “...or I can use it on any number of things.”

“What ya getting at, bitch?”

“I mean, do I really have to keep fighting this war against Jimmy Buffett Evans and whatever hillybilly ally he drags up outta the sewer? Me and him trying to kill each other was fun for the first few months but lately I’ve grown bored dancing with him. And I don’t particularly feel interested in doing that dance for another extended period of time with sheep fucker Leroy and Waylon Jennings. Is that even my fight? Is it worth fighting that battle?”

“Whatever. You do you, boo. But your sister?”

“Marie will be fine. I’ll tell her it isn’t her fight, either. She’ll listen to me. Hopefully.” Kim grins sheepishly. “But that’s another decision for another time. First on my priority list is Trios!”

“I support you. Shit, as long as you keep feeding me I’ll support whatever foolish shit you choose to do.”

“Thanks, Caligula.” Kim grins. “I came out here not sure where I stood with chaos. I just need to return to my old brand of chaos. I probably have allowed myself to become a little too civilized, not by a lot, but enough to stop my momentum. I need to let loose again. And maybe, with any luck, I can win Trios.”

Kimberly stands up. She picks Wasley back up in her right hand and Caligula’s cage in her left hand. “Come on, my favorite boys! Let’s go find a wild, carnivorous animal to provoke!”