Kimberly Williams vs. Gavin Taylor vs. Chris Dumont vs. Veronica Strader

[The Matt]

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October 15th, 2024
Boston, Massachusetts
Off Camera
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It has been just a couple of days since Kimberly Williams and her identical twin sister Marie Jones ventured into the wilderness to be at the unmarked grave that contains the remains of Emma Floreschu, the woman who is arguably most responsible for Kim’s own twisted, corrupt, chaotic personality. At least, Kimberly blames it on her. Kim blames her seeming inability to reach normalcy, her inability to accept normalcy, on the corrupt manipulations of the woman who served as her guardian from infancy to age eighteen. The Woman Scorned ventured out into the Massachusetts wilderness hoping to find some answers, to find some peace of mind, and maybe hoping to find some acceptance of who she is. She was only partially successful. The Woman Scorned is definitely accepting of who she is; she is happy being the eccentric, somewhat unhinged “Crazy Kim” that her fans have grown to love and adore. Kim accepts that is who she is and she is happy with it. What she still has a problem with is her place within her true family, the Jones family. Despite insistence from her sister, Kim still does not feel as if she truly belongs in the Jones family. Despite everything that Marie and their mother Angelica have done for her, to help her and guide her, Kim still does not feel as if she really is a Jones. To be perfectly honest, Kim isn’t sure who she really is or where she really fits in. But for now, she feels as if she fits in most closely with her father’s family; the Williams family. Kimberly recalls all too well the story she heard about her father Sean Williams, now deceased, and her uncle Douglas Williams, now incarcerated in a prison. Douglas was convicted of several murders in the Boston area and Sean was strongly suspected of being involved as well. They truly were monsters. Is Kimberly a monster just like them? Kimberly seems to enjoy unbridled violence. She seems constantly drawn back to the SCW Underground Division; the one division in SCW where Kim has free reign to be as violent as she wants without anyone to tell her otherwise.

It isn’t just her preference for hardcore wrestling and death match wrestling that makes her think that maybe she is just simply a monster like her father and uncle. Like her father and uncle, Kim has blood on her hands. Emma is dead because of Kim. When Kim learned that it was Emma who had ruined her life through manipulation, when Kim learned it was Emma who set her up to get locked up in an insane asylum, she took it all to heart, she resented Emma, and she made her pay by taking her life. She buried Emma where no one would find her. And Emma, being a woman who always “stayed off the grid” so to speak, would never be missed. Kimberly has yet to feel any tinge of guilt over it. She felt Emma deserved it. Kimberly uses the Williams name not out of pride, not to honor her paternal family, but out of a symbolic scarlet letter. She uses the name out of shame, because internally she feels she is just as evil as her father and uncle.

These thoughts linger in her mind but she puts on a brave face. She knows she has bigger fish to fry as Breakdown comes to her hometown of Boston, Massachusetts. It is Kimberly’s big chance to make an impact and make a statement as she attempts to reclaim her spot in the Underground Division. Normally on this day she would be in Baltimore, visiting with her good friend Larry Dempsey. Kim and Larry spent time in the same mental hospital for their own respective psychoses. They were both deemed rehabilitated and released but they never lost touch. Their friendship remains steadfast and strong and they always kept in touch in order to help guide each other through the aftermath. But with Breakdown and SCW coming to Boston this week, Larry decided to change the venue. Instead of Kim making the trek to Baltimore to see him, he would travel down to Boston to see her. In this case, she and Larry find themselves in the play area of a Burger King.

Kimberly’s clothing is a mismatched collection of bold colors and quirky patterns, as though she selected her outfit without much regard for conventional style. She’s wearing an oversized, brightly striped sweater, one sleeve slightly longer than the other, paired with a floral skirt that flares out at her knees. Her leggings are a mismatched pair of polka dots on one leg and zigzags on the other, and her shoes are high-top sneakers, one bright pink, the other neon green. The Woman Scorned stands out amidst the colorful plastic tubes and slides that wind through the room. Next to her is Larry Dempsey. He’s dressed more conservatively in a plain button-up shirt and jeans. He’s the calm, grounding presence to Kimberly’s whirlwind energy. Larry is sitting on one of the plastic benches, his elbows on his knees, watching Kimberly with a fond yet bemused expression as she balances herself on the edge of the ball pit, as if contemplating diving in. His dark hair is neatly combed, and his glasses are slightly askew, giving him a scholarly look that contrasts sharply with the playful chaos around him.

“You can’t be serious about jumping in?” Larry asks with a jovial tone. Kim just laughs.

“Watch me!” And with that, refusing to turn down a dare, Kim jumps into the ballpit. The good news is that the play area is empty right now. Larry, for his sake, despite feeling a little flushed due to his friend acting up like this, cannot help but laugh out loud. He knows that this is just typical Kim.

“You should be careful, Kimberly. The staff here may not agree with a grown woman playing in a children’s area.”

“I am childlike, isn’t that close enough?” Kim asks as she pokes her head up from the ball pit.

“No, I’m afraid not.”

“Eh, well, it isn’t like there’s any other kiddos here, right?” She winks. “Besides, I passed the manager a wad of cash to keep her trap shut.”

“Fair enough, I suppose.” Larry sighs. “Although bribery is not very befitting of a lady like you.”

“Shut it, Lawrence of Arabia.” Kim exclaims as she exits the ball pit. She then starts to climb through the tubes. Larry chuckles.

“Careful, my dear. You might get stuck in those tubes.”

“I’ll be fine. I got some KABLAM Trademarked Lube just for the occasion!”

“What in God’s name is KABLAM?” Larry asks, obviously having never heard of the man mountain of SCW before. Kim giggles.

“You don’t wanna know.”

“Perhaps not.” Larry sighs. “But I must admit, this is a unique change of scenery. A Burger King instead of our usual Waffle House. And it is a nice change of pace seeing you on time for once.”

“That’s only because we’re meeting in Boston for a change instead of meeting in Baltimore!” Kim exclaims. “Thanks for that, by the way! It’s nice to know that I don’t have to travel to Baltimore for our usual meeting just to travel all the way back home to Boston for Breakdown.”

“It only seemed fair. Besides, you have a tough challenge ahead of you, correct?”

“Eh, I dunno if you call it challenging. Sure, I gotta fight three peeps in a four way dance, but the more people involved means the more chaotic it is, and the more chaos means the more advantage I have. Chaos is MY domain!” Kim emerges from the tube. She falls to the floor. “Weee! That was fun! Can I do it again?!”

“How about we talk first, my friend?” Larry says. Kim sticks her tongue out at Larry before pushing herself up. She approaches Larry and sits down next to him.

“Party pooper.” Kim sighs. “But if you insist. How are you doing with that new meds the shrink put you on?”

“Your family psychiatrist really is a wonder, Kimberly.” Larry says, gushing with praise. “The medicine has worked wonders. Those voices I had been hearing, they have all disappeared.”

“All gone?” Kim asks. “Thanks to the medicine?”

“Thanks to the medicine.”

“See what I told you?” Kim smirks. “It had nothing to do with the supernatural.”

“Yes, of course you were right.” Larry nods his head. “I just needed some encouragement and strength from my good friend to be brave enough to ask for help, to get the proper treatment.”

“You’re welcome!” Kim says cheerfully.

“And what about you?”

“Me?”

“Yes, if I recall, the last time we spoke you were dealing with your own issues.”

“I have plenty of issues. Issues of Sports Illustrated, issues of GQ, issues of Playgirl, issues of…”

“You know what I mean, my friend.” Larry says, abruptly interrupting Kim. “Do not try to sidestep the issue. Are you doing well?”

“I’m not having any problems with my dark side, if that’s what you’re worried about.” Kim folds her arms over her chest and pouts. “Marie gave me a rosary that belonged to our grandmother that was supposed to help me feel more connected to the family and not as drawn to the darkness.”

“Ah, a rosary.” Larry says. “Have you been praying it?”

“Sometimes, but not always.” Kim shrugs her shoulders. “I mean, I get why Marie gave it to me. It is a Jones family heir loom, passed onto our mother and then from her to Marie, and Marie gave it to me because she felt I was on a downward spiral. I know she means well and all. But…” her voice trails off.

“But what?”

“I still don’t feel as if I belong.” Kim shrugs her shoulders.

“Nonsense.” Larry insists. “They are your family. They love you. Of course you belong.”

“Its easy to say, Lawrence of Arabia, but not as easy to feel, and I just don’t feel it. And don’t get me wrong, it isn’t because of them. My sister, our mother, they’ve done everything right. They have done everything they can to make me feel welcome, to make me feel like a part of the family. But you know me, Larry, arguably better than them. You know the horrific things I have done. You know the awful secrets that no one else knows, not even my own family. So you should know that I am not like them. I am a monster.”

“You are no monster.”

“Thanks…” Kim chuckles “...but whether I am a monster or not, one thing is for certain and that is the fact that I am NOT a Jones. I am nothing like them.”

There is a long, tense pause. The air is thick as Larry stares at Kimberly. He can sense that she is troubled, more troubled than usual despite her attempts to mask it with her childishness on this day.

“This rosary you speak of…you said it belonged to your grandmother?”

“Yeah…but I never met her.”

“I see. What do you know about her?”

“Only what my mom has said.” Kim shrugs her shoulders. “She was Russian. Her family fled the Soviet Union and settled in the United States. She was brutally murdered and my mom was forced to watch it all happen. And that murder scarred my mom for life and arguably shaped her future and the future of the entire family going forward.” Kim chuckles. “Not much of a story, huh?”

“You’re right, my friend, there isn’t much to the story…yet.” Larry has a knowing gleam in his eyes. Kim detects it and immediately her curiosity is peaked.

“What are you getting at, Lawrence of Arabia?”

“Oh just something that just might interest you.” He says calmly. “You do enjoy doing detective work, am I right?”

“Kimlock Holmes AT YOUR SERVICE!” Kim playfully salutes him as if he were a superior officer. Larry chuckles.

“Very good. Because, my friend, I think perhaps you could heal some of those old gaping wounds in your soul if you simply knew more about your family…specifically, the Jones family.”

“My soul doesn’t have gaping wounds.” Kim remarks. “I’m a ginger, everyone knows gingers don’t have souls.”

“I’m being serious, Kimberly.” Larry responds. “Do some research, talk to your mother, see what she knows and go from there.”

“Eh, I dunno,” Kim shrugs her shoulders “she still hasn’t quite gotten over her mom dying. She may never get over it. Hell, if I bring it up she might lose it again.”

“Then be careful and cautious with your approach.” Larry says. “It just might help both of you.”

“You know what?” Kim nods her head. “I’ll do it. I’ll do it mainly because I have nothing better to do and it might be fun. But trust me on this, in terms of healing, it aint gonna work.” Kim shakes her head. “I am not and never will be a Jones.”

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October 16th, 2024
On Camera
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We open outside on a bright sunny day in Boston, Massachusetts. We find that the self-proclaimed Queen of the Death Match herself, Kimberly Williams, is definitely getting in style for her hometown appearance on Breakdown. She is wearing a navy blue Boston Red Sox hoodie, the team’s logo emblazoned across the chest in bold red letters. The sleeves are slightly pushed up, revealing a red long-sleeve undershirt peeking from beneath the hoodie’s cuffs. Around her neck, she wears a gray New England Patriots scarf, the team’s logo subtle but present, giving her outfit a touch of warmth. On her head, Kimberly sports a navy blue Boston Bruins beanie, its gold and black logo prominently stitched at the front. Her hair spills out from beneath it, the red contrasting vividly against the dark knit. Her dark torn jeans tuck into a pair of well-worn, black Boston Celtics sneakers, the iconic cloverleaf logo visible on the sides. Around her wrist, she has a sporty Boston Bruins watch, the black and gold design tying the outfit together.

“Chaos…” the one singular word that Kimberly seems to love so much “...beautiful, simple, glorious chaos. That’s all I’ve ever wanted, that is the art that I strive to create. I thrive in chaos. It is where I do my best work. And people ask why I want to return to the Underground? The Underground is the very epitome of chaos. Why would I want to be anywhere else? Sure, I might have been confused for a moment, distracted if you will by a nagging call to play hero. But I am no hero. I am no agent of truth, justice, and all that hogwash. I am an agent of chaos. The Underground is where I belong. And quite frankly, I still have a hell of a lot more left to give to the Underground. I still have more to do with the Underground Division. And the first item of business on the agenda for my return to the Underground Division to regain the SCW Underground Championship.”

“In the past when I set my sights on regaining what was rightfully mine, I chose the path of maximum chaos. I drove Shaun Cruiserweight batshit crazy and forced the entire SCW roster and all of its champions in a massive Trios Cash In all to regain my title. I have thrown my reputation out the window all in the name of going back to the throne of the Underground.” Kim chuckles and shakes her head. “Ah, good memories. But no worries, SCW. No worries, CHBK. I am going to be a good psychopath and be patient. I have yet to get my one on one rematch for the Underground Title but I can afford to wait. Whether I get my opportunity first, or second, whether I face YUSA or Lohan, it doesn’t really matter. That title is coming back home with me. I can afford to wait. Until then I am going to use this opportunity to remind everyone just who the hell runs the Underground Division. I am going to remind the world that title belt or no, I am still the Queen of the Death Match for a reason, I am going to prove why I am a certifiable psychotic Queen of Chaos.” A nasty, sinister laugh escapes her lips.

“The thing is about this business, about professional wrestling, is that the competitors think that they can control their own destinies. Gavin Taylor, an All Star, wants to be the center of attention. Veronica Strader and Chris Dumont, they just want to rip each other’s heads off. But all three of them want to make a statement on Breakdown. Individually, all three of you are formidable. And I am certain that all of you are making the same mistake everyone makes in this scenario. You think that you can control what happens.” The Woman Scorned shakes her head.

“One on one, perhaps. But the more individuals that are involved, the more factors that are involved, the less control you have. The less control you have means the more chaos is created. And there is no one on this roster who is more adept at chaos, no one who can thrive in a chaotic environment, more than me. The fact that this is a four way plays into MY hands! This is my home turf! This is my environment! It may not be Underground Rules but let’s face it, this is as chaotic an environment as you can get and you four will just make it even more chaotic. Dumont, Strader, you two are looking to beat the hell out of each other more than you are at gaining a victory.” She throws her head back and laughs. “Yes, bring the violence, bring the carnage, that’s what I want and you can best believe that I will bring just as much violence as you two.”

“Gavin…” she pauses and thinks for a moment “...well, you aren’t exactly an Underground All Star, now are you? You don’t exactly thrive in chaotic situations. This isn’t your ideal situation, now is it? You do better in a one on one situation. Will you stand tall in the face of the carnage and chaos and fight or will you run and hide? You may as well stand tall and take your beating like a man, Gavin, because you will not be able to run and hide from the chaos that I bring to the table. You will not survive what I bring to my hometown. Strader, Dumont, you will not survive either. Because Breakdown is coming back home to Boston, MY HOME, and I am making my return to my personal wheelhouse, to my kingdom, and I have my eyes set on the throne. Do you think I am going to sit idly by and let any of you beat me in my hometown, on what I have declared to be my return to the Underground?” She shakes her head. “Not a chance in hell.”

“Tomorrow I make a statement at your expense. Tomorrow I am going to remind the world who the hell I am and what I do best…what I do better than anyone else in this company…create chaos, carnage, and violence. We’re all going to war, and only one of us is walking away, and that one is me; Kimberly Williams, the Queen of Chaos, unlike anyone.” She winks at the camera. “See you soon, pals!”