Kimberly Williams vs. Waylon Creek

[The Matt]

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September 23rd, 2024
Boston, Massachusetts
Off Camera
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The challenge had been laid out. Waylon Creek wants to face Kimberly Williams at Apocalypse. He even went as far as to insinuate that she was a coward if she didn’t accept. But Waylon clearly doesn’t know The Woman Scorned. No one knows how Kimberly thinks. Even Kim herself doesn’t understand how her mind works at times. Lately, it has become more and more difficult to plan things out. More and more she has found herself embracing her natural state of simple yet effective chaos. Being that simple agent of chaos is what catapulted her to five reigns as SCW Underground Champion, a United States Championship reign, and a Tag Team Championship reign. Kimberly knows that embracing chaos is what makes her dangerous and when she embraces chaos she is at her best. However, her chaotic nature makes it difficult to predict just whether or not The Woman Scorned actually will show up to accept the challenge of Waylon Creek at Apocalypse. Even CHBK can sense that Kimberly is descending further into her chaotic nature. Hence why there is a great big figurative question mark out by her name on the Apocalypse card. Even management isn’t sure whether or not she will actually show up. They aren’t sure will accept the challenge. It certainly isn’t out of cowardice. A woman who has made a name for herself by fighting in death matches, spilling her blood, and getting cut up in barbed wire on a daily basis, that kind of person is hardened; too hard to walk away out of cowardice. Kim just isn’t sure this fight with Waylon is…entertaining. Even Kim herself isn’t sure what she will do. This wouldn’t be the first time she had considered walking away from a fight. She walked away with her twin sister Marie from a tag match against Selena and Deanna Frost. But that was different. Kim WANTED that fight and she only walked away simply to show support for her sister. This is entirely her decision. Does she accept the challenge and show up to fight Waylon Creek? Is it worth it? Will she be entertained? Does this further her agenda of spreading her own brand of chaos?

Most normal people in her situation would be thinking long and hard about this situation. They would be weighing their options, trying to decide what to do. But Kimberly is far from normal. She is definitely not sane, especially now that she has descended deeper and deeper into her naturally chaotic persona. Instead of planning for a possible match at Apocalypse, Kimberly is busy spending time with her teenage nephew Sean Connor Jones. Marie Jones, Sean’s mother and Kim’s identical twin sister, is out visiting her friends in Albany, New York. Kim quickly volunteered to watch Sean. Marie was surprised, knowing that Kim potentially might end up facing Waylon at Apocalypse. But Kim is far from concerned about Apocalypse. Not right now, at least.

Kimberly Williams stands casually in a shaded section of a park in Boston. Her vibrant red hair falls past her shoulders, catching the sunlight and contrasting against her simple outfit. She’s wearing a black shirt that’s plain but fitted, hinting at her no-nonsense style, while her worn, torn jeans give her a rugged, laid-back vibe. Her feet are slipped into flip flops, further enhancing her relaxed look. Kim carries bags containing Burger King fast food. Beside her, Sean Jones, her teenage nephew, stands with the easy confidence of youth. He’s dressed in casual attire—a simple t-shirt, a pair of loose jeans, and sneakers. His short brown hair is slightly tousled, and he exudes a carefree energy. Sean carries himself with the relaxed demeanor of someone comfortable with his surroundings. The pair share a close bond; Sean has always adored his aunt Kim. Kim is a big reason why Sean was inspired to follow the family tradition of becoming a professional wrestler. Around them, the park is alive with the chatter of passersby, the distant sounds of street performers, and the rustling of leaves, as they make their way toward a place to eat, blending into the casual, urban rhythm of the city.

“Alright, kiddo, we got places galore to pick from…park benches…freshly cut grass…a nice big tree with shade…pick somewhere to eat because, damn it, I’m tired of carrying these bags.” Kim smirks. Sean chuckles.

“Ok, Aunt Kim.” He points to a large tree, the one Kim referenced earlier that is massive, enormous, and whose branches provide massive amounts of shade. “There!”

“Great choice!” Kim exclaims. “Let’s just try to avoid the WASP nest.”

“I don’t see any wasp nest…”

“Not the insect. I meant white anglo-saxon protestant.”

“Huh?”

“Ask your mother.” Kim grins as she leads the way towards the tree. Kim arrives first and quickly sits down, resting the bags on the ground. Sean sits down next to her while Kim begins rummaging through the Burger King bags. She reaches in and pulls out a neatly wrapped burger and hands it to Sean. “The whopper jr for you…”

“Thanks, Aunt Kim.”

“No problemo, kiddo.” She reaches back in and pulls out another neatly wrapped burger, this one much bigger than the one she handed to Sean. “And the triple whopper for me!”

“You sure you can eat a triple whopper?”

“Probably not.” Kim says with a shrug of her shoulders. “But I can always take some home to Caligula.”

“Oh.” Sean says. “I suppose you’re right.”

“So, kiddo, we’re right here in this gorgeous park, probably being poisoned by the pollutants in the air that Oktoberfest seems so god damn worried about, we’re sharing a five star meal courtesy of the upscale establishment known as Burger King.” She looks over at her nephew with mischief. “What do you want to talk about?”

“Aren’t you and mom competing next week at Apocalypse?”

“Oh please.” Kim rolls her eyes. “Don’t remind me.”

“Huh?” Sean looks a little confused. “But it could be a big night for both of you!”

“Maybe.” Kim shrugs her shoulders. “But people talk about your mom and I all the time. I get tired of hearing my name in people’s mouths.” Kim pokes Sean on the nose. “I want to hear about you, kiddo. It has been awhile since I heard from you, kiddo. What’s been going on in your life that might be tabloid worthy? Have you had any sex scandals? Bribed any public officials? Abducted by aliens…illegal or extra-terrestrial?”

“Huh?”

“What have you been up to, kiddo?”

“Oh…” Sean grins “...well I am training to be a wrestler.”

“Seriously? That’s awesome, kiddo! Your mom finally caved!”

“I guess she did!” Sean chuckles. “Currently I’m working with mom’s boyfriend. He’s teaching me basic self-defense and some basic mma. Eventually I’ll get a proper professional wrestler to train me.”

“Well I’m happy for ya, kiddo.” Kim pats him on the back. “Do you think your mom will ever let the black sheep of the family influence you?”

“Black sheep?”

“That’s me.” Kim says, almost sounding proud. “I’m the black sheep of the family.”

“No you’re not.”

“Of course I am.” Kim insists. “And I am fairly certain your mom would never let me introduce you to hardcore wrestling.”

“Why not?”

“For starters, her little baby boy would be in big danger.” Kim smirks knowingly. “Hardcore wrestling isn’t exactly a style like lucha libre or submission or that kind of stuff. In hardcore matches there are no rules. You can do literally anything you want to make sure your opponent’s shoulders stay down for a three count. I have had so many chair shots to the head that my brain is probably mush by now. I have shed enough blood to keep an entire family of vampires happy and content for centuries.” Kim notices a strange man wearing raggedy clothes walking off in the distance. He is very dirty and has an odor about him, making it clear that he hasn’t bathed in a long time. It is clear that this man has certainly seen better days. Kimberly turns back to look at Sean. “But there’s another thing about hardcore wrestling that probably makes your mom’s skin crawl.”

“What’s that?”

“See that guy over there.” She points to the stranger. Sean nods his head. “He’s probably homeless. Now I get it, people can’t always control their circumstances, so I’m not judging the guy. But face it, the reality is that the homeless are ostracized by society and looked at as outcasts. The same can be said of hardcore wrestlers. People like me, those who embrace that style, we are looked at as outcasts in the wrestling business.”

“Oh…” Sean’s voice trails off “...I didn’t know.”

“It’s all good.” Kim hugs Sean. “I know you look up to me like I’m your hero. And I mean, c’mon, I am so damned adorable and entertaining, who wouldn’t want to look up to me, huh? But if you follow in MY footsteps, this is what you can expect…lots of pain, lots of suffering, and your peers judging you.”

“Well I don’t care what others may say.” Sean says with a warm smile. “I think you’re awesome.”

“I love you too, kiddo.”

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September 23rd, 2024
Boston, Massachusetts
Off Camera
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Kimberly Williams tries her best to be a good aunt but she couldn’t watch and take care of Sean all day. Shortly after their lunch in the park, Kim dropped Sean off with Jessica Lasiewicz, Kim and Marie’s half-sister. Kimberly wants the rest of this day to herself. And thus far she has spent it deep in thought, trying to decide what to do about the challenge that was laid down before her. Does she go to Apocalypse and face Waylon Creek or does she just stay home? What does her chaotic nature tell her to do? Does she face Waylon Creek? Does she step up to the plate and face off against this group, the fall of man, one more time? Even now as Kim sits comfortably in her living room of her Boston, Massachusetts home, she still isn’t sure what to do.

Her living room reflects a sense of neglect and disarray that she doesn’t seem to notice or mind. The room is small and cramped, with worn-out furniture that’s seen better days. The couch she’s lounging on is sagging in the middle, its fabric frayed and stained from years of use. A few throw pillows are scattered around, but they’re mismatched and dirty. Empty takeout containers, crumpled papers, and discarded clothes litter the floor, creating a chaotic mess. The carpet is dingy and threadbare in places, with dark stains that have long since become permanent fixtures. Dust clings to every surface—tables, shelves, even the TV in the corner that flickers with static more often than not. Despite the state of the room, Kimberly seems completely at ease. The air in the room is stale, a mix of mustiness and the faint, lingering scent of food that was likely left out too long. There’s a window in the room, but it’s covered with heavy curtains, blocking out most of the natural light, adding to the dreary, claustrophobic atmosphere. Yet, Kimberly appears unfazed by her surroundings, her expression relaxed as she glances absentmindedly around the room, as if the mess is just part of the background noise of her life. Sitting on the sofa next to her is her beloved companion and plushy pal, the penguin Wasley. Seated on a table in front of the sofa is the hamster cage containing her hamster Caligula.

“What to do…what to do…” Kim says over and over as she leans back on the sofa.

“You could start by getting a female hamster to keep me company. I need to procreate damnit.” Caligula says, though it is Kim making the voice for Caligula.

“Hush, Caligula.” Kim remarks. “You need to get your mind out of the gutter. I’m talking about Waylon Creek.”

“I thought you said he was part of that inbred hillbilly gang. He’s probably not interested in your sweet ass.”

“I meant the match at Apocalypse!” Kim exclaims. “God! Why does everything have to be about sex when it comes to you?”

“Isn’t everything about sex?”

“I’ll just ask Wasley his opinion.” Kim turns to face the plushie penguin. “What do you think I should do, Wasley?”

“You do realize that Wasley is an inanimate object and cannot talk, don’t you?”

“Hamsters can’t talk either but you’re doing just fine.” Kim snaps back. Suddenly Kim’s attention is diverted by loud noises coming from the front door. It sounds as if someone is banging loudly, almost as if they are trying to break in. Kimberly furrows her brow as she considers her options and considers her situation. This scenario isn’t unusual. Her home is in a bad part of town. But she is rather impressed that whoever this is got past her booby trapped front yard.

“You know what I think?”

“What do you think, Caligula?”

“I think you have an intruder.”

“I think you’re right.” Kim grins from ear to ear. “I guess my little debate with you will have to wait. I need to tend to my guest.”

Kimberly takes Wasley and picks him up. She walks quietly through the living room and towards the front door area. The loud banging noises continue. By the time she reaches the front door she finds that the intruder has forced the door open and has stepped inside. She cannot make any of his features out, at least not yet. The intruder is still hidden within the shadows but Kim can still make out a silhouette; enough to determine it is a male. She can also see enough to determine where he is. The Woman Scorned takes Wasley and swings wildly, striking the intruder in the gut, causing him to double over and yelp in pain. Kim then swings again, smacking him in the back with Wasley. This causes the intruder to fall face first onto the floor.

“Stupid home invaders!” Kim declares. “You think that just because my home looks like a run down wreck that it must be easy pickings, huh? Well I am impressed that you managed to avoid my booby traps outside but what you probably didn’t anticipate is that I have a penguin and I know how to use him!” She smacks him again in the gut with Wasley. “Feel that? Those are lead weights, pal!” Kimberly kneels down next to the intruder as he tries to push himself up.

“Let’s see who you are, shall we?” She says with a mischievous grin. “My name is Kim and you are…” she grabs him by his graying hair and is a little surprised at first when she recognizes him as the homeless person she saw earlier today in the park with her nephew Sean. Kim quickly regains her composure and grins nastily. “You’re that guy from the park.”

“Huh?” He says through gritted teeth, the pain from being beaten by Kim coursing through his body.

“Yeah, yeah, I know who you are and I am fairly certain you know me. You might know who I am but I guarantee you’ve been following me since the park earlier today.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Don’t lie to be Bobby.”

“My name isn’t Bobby.”

“It is now.” Kim winks. “Now don’t lie to me Bobby. I don’t like being lied to.”

“My name isn’t Bobby.” He sighs. “But yeah, I saw you in the park, you and the kid. I followed you. I was hoping…” His voice trails off.

“Hoping you could find something of value here?” Kim shakes her head. “Doubt that. My place is a dump. I prefer it that way. No one with even half a brain would think anything of value is kept here. But maybe you were hoping that this place, as dumpy and crappy as it looks on the outside, might be abandoned and that you could just stay here. Huh? You could just invade my home, my property, and keep it as your own?” She smirks. “That was your genius plan, right Bobby? Because you are homeless. Aren’t you?”

“Yeah…”

“Good. We’re being honest with each other. We’re making progress.” Kim playfully pats him on the head. “So what is your real name, Bobby?”

“It’s Gerald.”

“Ok, Gerald. So you’re homeless. Really homeless.” Kim smirks devilishly. “That means no one will miss you. No one will even notice that you’re gone.”

“What…what are you talking about?”

“You have no people, do you? No family. Nothing.”

“Uh…” Gerald starts to speak but Kim cuts him off.

“You don’t have to say anything. I can see the fear in your eyes. You know I’m right.” She smirks. “But don’t worry, I have a place for you to stay…my basement is a very comfortable place…”