SCW Underground Championship Chamber Match

[The Matt]

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October 29th, 2024
Norfolk, Massachusetts
Off Camera
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In a little under a week Kimberly Williams will attempt to make history; for her part, history will be made as she will compete in her first ever chamber match. She also hopes to make history by becoming the first ever six time Underground Champion. The SCW Underground Championship, its history and the prestige Kimberly built into it, the hard work she put into it, all of it means so much to The Woman Scorned. She is not ready to walk away from her Underground Division, not just yet and not without a fight. And fight is exactly what will get inside the chamber against five equally ruthless competitors all looking to walk away with that same prize. But Kimberly feels as if she has one big advantage on her side; namely, chaos. The Woman Scorned has a history of winning big time chaotic matches. She won the Underground Title in her massive Trios Cash In and in a five way Underground Title Match a few years ago. She became number one contender to the SCW World Title in Ducky Kinnick’s Trios Cash In. Kim tends to be at her very best in chaotic environments and despite not having any real experience in a chamber match, Kimberly knows that chamber matches are, at their core, chaos. Kimberly is banking on her chaotic edge to give her an advantage at Under Attack and, hopefully, propel her to a record sixth Underground Title win.

Kimberly’s mother, Angelica Jones, of course has her concerns. Angelica has been in her fair share of chamber matches, she knows what they are like, and she is worried that her daughter is being a little dismissive of the danger. But despite them being mother and daughter, Kim has never felt truly connected to Angelica. In fact, Kimberly doesn’t truly feel connected to the Jones family at all despite everything they have done for her, despite everything they have done to accept her. And with that in mind, there is one stop Kimberly wants to make before making the trek to Detroit, Michigan for Under Attack. Kimberly feels as if she needs to talk to someone close to her, someone who, out of everyone else in her life, might be one of the few who might understand her.

The Woman Scorned is seated in the drab, cold visiting room of Bay State Correctional Center, fidgeting slightly as she waits for her uncle. Her uncle, Douglas Williams, was convicted of a string of murders decades ago. Many suspected that Kim’s father, the late Sean Williams, was also involved but Douglas took the rap for all of the murders and thus Sean potentially got away with murder. The room is a mix of industrial blandness and uncomfortable sterility: scuffed white linoleum floors, walls painted in a dull beige, and fluorescent lights casting a harsh, unforgiving glow that amplifies the faded grays and off-whites of the worn-down furniture. The air smells faintly of antiseptic mixed with the lingering scent of cafeteria food, a combination that adds to the sense of isolation.

Kimberly, true to her eccentric personality, stands out sharply against this muted backdrop. Kim’s striking red hair; a cascade of loose waves that catches the light, dyed a vibrant copper with hints of fiery orange. The ends are slightly unkempt, a mix of deliberate style and natural frizz, as if she couldn’t be bothered to fully tame it. She’s dressed in a bold, forest-green vintage coat, its oversized lapels and brass buttons giving it an almost theatrical flair. Beneath the coat, she wears a patterned blouse with wild paisley swirls of burnt orange, navy, and purple, paired with high-waisted, deep plum-colored trousers that brush the tops of her brown leather ankle boots. She has a few rings on her fingers; chunky silver bands and one with a large turquoise stone, and a pair of dangly, mismatched earrings that jangle slightly whenever she shifts. Her nails are painted a chipped dark red, a color that stands out against her fair skin. Her expression is a mixture of curiosity and defiance, as though she’s not quite intimidated by the sterile prison environment and might even be enjoying the slight discomfort it causes the guards, who glance at her curiously every so often. Kimberly drums her fingers on the plastic tabletop, eyeing the clock on the wall and crossing one leg over the other, exuding a sense of impatience and restlessness.

Finally, her uncle, Douglas Williams, is brought into the room. He’s a man in his late sixties with graying hair cut close to his head, deep-set eyes, and a weary expression. He’s wearing the standard prison-issued uniform: a light blue, short-sleeved shirt with a stiff collar, paired with loose, navy blue pants. His hands are cuffed, and his shoes are simple, slip-on sneakers that have clearly seen better days. Despite his reserved demeanor, his eyes light up slightly when he sees Kimberly, a hint of warmth breaking through his otherwise stony face. The two guards accompanying him are silent and stiff, their navy uniforms and belts equipped with various tools of the trade, contrasting with Douglas’s muted attire. As Douglas sits across from Kimberly, the two exchange a quiet but familiar nod. There’s a charged silence as they size each other up; her, with her brazen individuality, and him, subdued and constrained. The room’s quiet buzz of fluorescent lights, the occasional shuffle of guards, and the distant hum of the facility create an uncomfortable, stifling atmosphere that seems to emphasize the walls between them, both literal and emotional.

“Hi Uncle Dougy!” Kim exclaims, waving happily. Douglas, despite his own hardened emotional state, cannot help but chuckle a little at the appearance of his niece.

“Well isn’t this a surprise?”

“A surprise?” Kim scoffs. “Nah! I just love keeping up with the fam!”

“We haven’t had much time to bond that well, Kimberly, but even I know better than that.” Douglas points out. “It has been a year or two since you last visited and back then it was because you needed something.” Douglas grows a little more harsh in his tone. “So…what do you need from me?”

“Ok, you got me.” Kim sighs. “Honestly I was hoping maybe you could find me a spare prison cell?”

“What?!” Douglas asks, sounding astonished. Kim just nods her head.

“Seriously. I have this funny little thing called a chamber match coming up and my mom is super worked up over the fact that I have never been in a chamber match. So I was thinking of getting some experience by getting myself locked up in one of these bad boys!”

“I know full well about your chamber match.” Douglas says. “We do get television here and…” he forces a smile on his face “...I am very proud of the hell you’ve been raising.”

“Why thank you!”

“But you know as well as I do, Kim, that I can’t help. Besides, I think you have plenty of experience with being locked up.”

“This is true.” Kim nods her head. “But to be fair, I was locked up for being a lunatic…”

“And I’m locked up for murder.” He points at Kim. “You? You’re going to be ‘locked up’ in a chamber at Under Attack. Different concepts entirely, don’t ya think?”

“Yeah, I suppose you’re right.”

“I know I’m right.” Douglas smirks. “Now like I said, I appreciate the visits. A guy like me don’t get many visitors nowadays. But still, I get the feeling you just want something from me. So let’s not waste either of our time. What do ya need, Kimberly?”

“Can’t I just wanna spend time with my favoritist uncle of all time?” Kim says with a cheesy grin on her face. Douglas sighs and shakes his head.

“Yes, you could but you wouldn’t. If that’s what you cared about you would have visited me more often.”

“You’re breaking my heart Uncy!” Kim feigns sadness. Her uncle Douglas just shakes his head.

“I’m not buying it, Kim. You can pretend to care about family but let’s face it, you don’t care about family as much as you want people to think.”

Kimberly leans back in her chair and sighs. Some of Douglas’s words sting because, quite frankly, they are true. Kimberly wanted to connect more with her family. She wanted to make family a strong part of her life, just in the same way her maternal family has preached the importance of family. But she has found it increasingly difficult to embrace her paternal family. Her aunt Catherine Williams has completely rejected everyone in the family and her uncle Douglas Willliams is locked up in a prison. Yet Kim feels closer to them than the Jones family. It really is strange.

“Fine…I apologize for not visiting you enough.” Kim arches her brow. “Feel better?”

“Sure.” Douglas smirks.

“But I have grown a bit since our last visit, Uncle Douglas. I am not the same person I was back then. And you’re right, if family is going to play an important role in my life then I need to do more than just talk the talk. So you can expect more visits from me in the future.”

“That’s good.” Douglas nods his head. “But you never did answer the question?”

“42!”

“That’s not the answer…”

I thought the question was six times seven?”

“That’s not the question.”

“Seven times six?” Kim shakes her head. “No, that question makes no sense. Six times seven makes much more sense!”

“Kim!”

“What?”

“What are you doing here?”

“Oh, right…” Kim sighs then she furrows her brow in confusion “...I don’t know.”

“Oh my Kimberly, my niece,” Douglas shakes his head “have you really changed or is this all just an act? You seem like the same crazy, unhinged young lady I met years ago.”

“I’m definitely crazy, maybe unhinged, but I HAVE changed!” Kim insists.

“Is that so?” Douglas presses her. He leans forward. He touches his forehead. “Do you hear the voices?”

“Voices?”

“The voices in my head. The voices that your father heard. The ones that told us to commit those unspeakable acts. Do you hear those same voices and this crazed girl act, is that just a facade to hide the monster hidden underneath?” Douglas leans back and waits for a response. Kim stares him down. Her own face growing stoic.

“Those ‘voices’ have never been there in my head.” She says defiantly. “You may have had that problem, my father may have had that problem, but I never had that problem.”

“Are you sure?”

“I am sure.”

“Good. Then maybe you have changed.” Douglas smiles.

“Look, I can act a bit crazy, I can act a bit immature at times, so if you think I’m wasting your time, I apologize. But honestly, I do have a reason for stopping by. See, I know where I fit into the Williams family. And hell, I feel good about my chances to change the public image and reputation of the Williams family name. That’s why I kept my father’s name, YOUR name, instead of becoming a Jones.”

“I often wondered why you didn’t just become Kimberly Jones.” Douglas nods his head. “Your mother and sister have quite a list of accolades and achievements. Becoming Kimberly Jones would have made more sense.”

“Yeah, well, honoring dad wasn’t the only reason I kept the Williams name.” Kimberly states. “Honestly, I just don’t feel the same connection to the Jones family. I do not see where I fit in.”

“And you want my advice?” Douglas asks, looking somewhat surprised.

“Uh…maybe?”

“You never cease to surprise me, Kimberly.” Douglas shakes his head. “But, to be perfectly honest, I think you already know what to do.”

“Oh really?”

“Of course you do.” He nods his head insistently. “You are one of the best researchers I know. Your Aunt Catherine moved to Alaska, changed her name, and was living off the grid, and you managed to track her down. You also found me with relative ease. You did both all in the name of learning more about where you fit into the Williams family. What’s stopping you from doing the same thing with your mother’s family?”

“Well…” Kim’s voice trails off.

“Besides, it should be easier. Most of your mother’s family are very much alive and in the limelight. The answers should be easier to track down.”

“You sound like my mother.” Kim frowns.

“Is that what she suggested?”

“More or less.” Kim sighs. “She even gave me something to work with.” She reaches into her pocket and produces the picture of Bart Jones. She shows it to Douglas. “That is my grandfather, Bart Jones.”

“She must think your answers lie with him. Where is he today?”

“No one knows.” Kim shrugs her shoulders. “He went missing a long time ago. Authorities have all but given up hope and think he’s dead. So it isn’t going to be as easy as tracking him down and asking him questions.”

“No but it is a start.” Douglas smiles. “And as relentless as you are, all you need is a starting point. That’s all you need. You need an opportunity. Just like Under Attack. A chamber match against five other people may not be ideal but it is an opportunity and that is all you need.”

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November 2nd, 2024
Detroit, Michigan
On Camera
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The cameras begin to roll outside in Detroit, Michigan. We find the lovely and fierce figure of the unhinged, eccentric Kimberly Williams. She wore a simple black T-shirt with the Queens of Chaos logo on the front, fitted just enough to show her slender frame and hint at her strength. The shirt’s soft, slightly worn cotton gave a casual vibe but emphasized the confidence she carried in every step. Her denim jeans, a dark indigo shade with subtle fading at the knees, hugged her legs with a relaxed fit. The jeans looked well-loved, with slight wear around the pockets and hems, suggesting they’d seen both adventure and the daily grind. She wore black boots, polished yet rugged, with a small heel that clicked softly with each step. The boots reached just above her ankles, laced tight, with scuffs around the toes hinting at rougher roads traveled.

“You know, Kimmymaniacs, they say that there is a first time for everything and you know what? This is the first time yours truly has been in a chamber match!” Kimberly shrugs her shoulders. “Who would have thought it, am I right? The Queen of the Death Match, with all of the insane, crazy, violent matches she’s been in, and yet she’s never once been in a chamber match. It’s enough to make one talk in third person. Or drive them crazy, one of the two. But I enjoy new experiences, especially new violent experiences. I love being introduced to new violent experiences. Am I right, Davey Boy Striker?” Kimberly winks at the camera. “So the fact that this chamber match is a new experience for me does not bother me one bit. You would probably have to be normal to let something that like that bother you and one thing I am not is normal. Hell, I am looking forward to experiencing this new version of violence and chaos. I am looking forward to seeing what kind of havoc I can wreak upon my fellow competitors inside of the chamber. This match at Under Attack excites me.”

“Still, while I may not be normal and while I am definitely Crazy Kim, one thing I am NOT is disconnected from reality.” Kim pauses for a moment and then shrugs her shoulders. “Ok, so maybe I am a little disconnected from reality, but I am not so disconnected that I am unable to see what I am up against. I had a chance at Rise To Greatness to regain the Underground Title but I couldn’t get the job done. I am getting another opportunity to regain the Underground Title here at Under Attack. What happens if I once again fail? Fact is, I may not get many more opportunities at the Underground Title if I fail this time. So let me make this perfectly and abundantly clear.”

“This time is a must win scenario for yours truly. I will not take a step back and watch as others fight over MY prize! I will not watch while others stand atop MY division! I absolutely refuse to sit idly by and be second best, third best, or fourth best in the division that I built up! The Underground Division is the division that Kimberly Williams built, god damn it! I might be tied with Rachel Foxx for most Underground Title wins right now but let’s make no mistake about it, I have done more for this division than her or anyone else and I will sacrifice my blood, my body, and hell, maybe even my fucking career to regain that championship and claim sole possession of that record.”

“But my point still stands, I have done a hell of a lot more for the Underground than anyone else in the company’s history. And no offense to anyone else in this match, I have done more for the Underground than any of them too. Davey Boy Striker, I love ya buddy, and you definitely carry the Underground banner with pride, but at the end of the day that Underground Title belongs to me. I beat ya twice, I’ll beat you a third time if I have to in order to reclaim it. And if you cannot keep your eyes on the prize, if you cannot keep focused on what is really important, then you really have just beaten yourself.”

“Which brings me to another person who might not be focused on the task at hand and, ironically enough, another person I have already beaten. Veronica Strader, you and my pal Davey Boy, I don’t know what it is with you two. I really don’t know what you two want more…to win the title or to destroy each other. Now I am not one to pass judgment on being obsessed. I have my own obsession but my obsession is with being the Underground Champion. So I won’t judge you for being obsessed with wanting Davey Boy’s head on a platter. But like I told Davey, that’s gonna bite you in the ass at Under Attack. But I will give credit where it is due; you are right about one thing…I am consistently inconsistent. You never know what you are going to get from the Queen of the Death Match. That’s why I am going to win back my title at Under Attack. Chaos rules inside the chamber and chaos is my middle fucking name.”

“Colleen…” Kimberly snickers “...y’know what? I am going to give you some credit too. Hell, you have definitely stepped out onto your own and done so in surprisingly great fashion. Your days of being simply Polly’s sidekick are almost forgotten. You have a bright future ahead of you Colleen. The fact that you managed to snare a spot inside this chamber, a title match no less, that speaks volumes for what you have accomplished on your own. You went from being merely a sidekick, to letting yourself get pinned by Hudson in my Trios Cash In, to now you have a chance to really make a name for yourself. I applaud that.” Kimberly claps and her applause appears to be sincere.

“But make no mistake about it, you are in over your head. I can’t say whether or not Davey Boy will take it easy on you inside that chamber. I’ve thrown down with him three times in the Underground. Part of me says if push comes to shove that he won’t take it easy on you. Then again, he might take it easy on you. But everyone else in this chamber match? No, we won’t. I definitely won’t take it easy on anyone who stands in my way of reclaiming what is rightfully mine. And in this match, Colleen, you are one of five people who are standing in my way of becoming Underground Champion. You are in the match of your career but you are in over your head. The question isn’t will you win…the question is will you survive?”

“The biggest letdown of this match is Billy Heaven.” Kimberly lets out a big yawn. “Sorry, Kimmymaniacs, even mentioning these Fall of Man buffoons makes me sleepy. And out of all of them, Billy here might be the stupidest of the bunch. You won a Trios Contract, Junior, do you know what that means? It means you have the power. You have the control. You can do whatever you want whenever you want and no one can do anything about it. Look at the chaos I created with my Trios Contract! Look at the chaos Ace Marshall created with his Trios Cash Ins! But you? You’re gonna let you dumbass dad and those other hick losers in that inbred group of boring asswipes tell you what to do with YOUR Trios Contract?”

“Yeah, Junior, you really are the stupidest one of the group but you know what else you are? You are a pushover. You are also not ready for the chamber and you are definitely not ready and definitely suited for the Underground. You are only in this match because daddy asked for it. I can make a case for how each and every other competitor EARNED their opportunity in this chamber but you? You didn’t earn this opportunity. This opportunity was handed to you and that fact will be made plainly obvious when you are destroyed and dismantled inside the chamber at Under Attack.”

“Last and certainly not least there’s the little princess herself YUSA…” Kim again claps but this time there is a hint of sarcasm in the applause “...congratulations on beating that run down hypocritical hick Leroy. Going from an inbred hick with zero respect for the Underground as the Underground Champion to having the Underground represented by a fake sun princess isn’t much of an improvement but it is definitely an improvement. But let me ask you this, Princess; have you even defended that title of yours since winning it?” Williams shakes her head. “Nope. Not even once. This chamber match against yours truly, Davey Boy, Cowgirl, Willy, and Colleen, this is your FIRST defense.” Kimberly smirks.

“Talk about being thrown right into the deep end! Its almost like you have tried to avoid the inevitable for so long. Perhaps you should have went after the Adrenaline Title instead? Sure, you would have had a tense situation with your fellow princess but hey, at least you would not have had to deal with the barbarity, the violence of the Underground. If you want to know about the kind of barbarity you can expect, just ask YUYO. She knows all too well what I am capable of. She tried me and I sent her packing. You aren’t the first princess I have dealt with. You’re just the one who happens to have the one thing I value more than anything in this business. You have my property. You have the Underground Championship and I am prepared to maim my friends in order to reclaim that championship.”

“Now that brings us to the chamber…Detroit…the Underground Championship is on the line. Some are new to the Underground, some are well acquainted with it. But me? I built this god damn Underground and I will not just sit back as a silent observer. I will continue to rule this Underground…or I will be nothing…I will be champion again…or I will be gone. That’s a damn promise.”