Kimberly Williams vs. Dexter Grant

[The Matt]

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July 14th, 2025
Boston, Massachusetts
Off Camera
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All of the grandiose luxury of Camilla Aldridge and her wealthy friends and fellow members of The Athenian Fellowship typically bore The Woman Scorned. Unlike the rest of her family, The Woman Scorned never had a taste for the finer things in life, despite having connections to a vast amount of wealth herself. Despite her own wealth, Kim had always preferred to live in squalor. Only recently did her boyfriend, Tommy Wasley, convince The Queen of the Death Match to move into at least something more upscale than the dump she was used to living in. Her new home was in an upscale community and part of a homeowner’s association. It led Kim to a confrontation with the HOA president Karen Lassiter. That confrontation ended with Williams driving Lassiter crazy, crazy to the point that she up and moved on her own just to get away from The Woman Scorned. Karen Lassiter apparently had plenty of other enemies, not just Kim, and those enemies were impressed with what Kim accomplished. Williams suspects that it was her confrontation with Lassiter that is the real reason why Camilla and her pals have taken to her and have accepted as one of their own. Certainly someone like her who dresses like a bum instead of embracing her wealth and privilege like the other wealthy heiresses in this organization would ordinarily not be invited to join. Yet here Kimberly sits in a room that is called the preparation room, in a building that is part of a vast, luxurious estate. These grounds dwarf even the majestic homes owned by her mother and twin sister, Angelica Jones and Marie Jones, and their homes are nothing to sneeze at. The grounds of this flowing estate almost resemble a royal palace as opposed to someone’s home. Kimberly isn’t sure who specifically owns this property. It might be owned by The Athenian Fellowship itself as an entity? Kim makes a mental note to herself to do some of her own research to find out; just for sheer curiosity, of course.

She may not exactly feel at home on this grand estate, but Williams at least finds herself at home and comfortable in this preparation room, a room that was as plain as it gets, just the way Kim likes it; bare walls, no windows, nothing that gave it any sense of personality or warmth. The paint on the walls was a dull off white. A single overhead bulb gave off a soft, slightly yellow light, just enough to see but not enough to make the space feel alive. There was no natural light, no breeze, no view; just blank walls pressing in on all sides. The floor was a cold gray, smooth underfoot, and not inviting. In one corner sat a small wooden table with a basic chair tucked underneath it. That was all there was to it. No pictures, no shelves, nothing. But The Woman Scorned felt more at home here than in any of the luxury Camilla and her friends enjoyed. Kimberly herself sits in that chair at the table. She is wearing torn faded denim jeans, black flip flops, a black t-shirt with an image of her beloved penguin plushie Wasley emblazoned on the front, and a black leather jacket. Camilla is in the room with Kim, standing up in a corner with a smile on her face, looking far more elegant than The Woman Scorned in a crisp lavender sleeveless dress with a high neckline and a hem that falls well past her knees. She wears gorgeous ivory pearls, gold earrings, and diamonds bracelets. She looks immaculate and, secretly, she had hoped Williams would have dressed up a little better for this occasion. But she won’t tell Kim that. She’s just grateful that The Woman Scorned is here.

“It is so wonderful that you are here, Kimberly.” Camilla says, gushing over the eccentric ginger who grins maniacally in the plain chair. “And I am so pleased that you took me up on my offer.”

“Who could resist?” Kim says grinning from ear to ear. “Secret societies! When you hear about secret societies you automatically think of world domination…that or pancake dinners…either way, whether its world domination or pancakes, you can count me in!”

“Pancakes perhaps.” Camilla chuckles. “Though I wouldn’t get your hopes up on the whole world domination part. Really, Kimberly, you shouldn’t be reading all of that Dan Brown stuff. It’s nonsense, honestly.”

“I was more of a James Brown fan myself.” Kim says, grinning from ear to ear. “So, when do I get my free pancakes?”

“Maybe later, but first you need to focus.”

“Focus? You mean like yoga? Meditation?” She tilts her head to one side and frowns. “Just warning you, if you or your friends try to hypnotize me there will be problems. The last time someone tried to hypnotize me, I accidentally broke a baseball bat over their head.”

“Oh that’s funny!” Camilla laughs but when she notices Kim doesn’t crack a smile, the laughter stops and she starts to frown. “You…you are joking, right?”

“Maybe…” Kim snickers “...hypnotize me and find out!”

“We won’t have to worry about that.” Camilla shakes her head. “There will be no hypnosis. Like I said, none of the craziness you may have read on the internet. But I do want you to focus. Listen to the words you hear. Think about them. And yes, meditate. Meditate on what is happening this evening.”

“The only thing I’ll be meditating on is Bart Jones.” Kim remarks, dropping her guard briefly. She instantly feels regret. Kim rarely lets her guard down. Camilla smiles warmly, almost like a mother smiling at her child.

“Ah yes, your grandfather.” Camilla nods her head. “He went through this same initiation you are about to go through.”

“He did?”

“Yes, indeed he did. And believe me, Kimberly, I am sure he is looking down on you from heaven and smiling proudly.”

“Yeah, maybe…” Kim’s voice trails off.

“I know so.” Camilla remarks insistently. “Try to enjoy the moment. Take it all in. Take in the experience; the words, the feelings, the…”

“Will there be dancing?” Kim asks curiously.

“You won’t know.” Camilla remarks as she produces a blindfold. “You won’t see anything.

“Oh wow!” Kim grins from ear to ear. “Kinky!”

Camilla forces a polite smile onto her face. Kimberly can tell that it is forced. Even the friendliest of people have their limits and Kim thinks she is finally finding Camilla’s breaking point. This will definitely be an unusual experience and rarely, if ever, does The Woman Scorned allow herself to be put into such a vulnerable position. She will be blindfolded. Helpless. But she wants to infiltrate this organization. She wants to join The Athenian Fellowship because, even if there is a small remote possibility that her grandfather, Bart Jones, was once a member, she wants to use this as her way of finding a connection to him, to her family.

“First, there are a few other items to attend to…” she motions for Kimberly to stand and the eccentric ginger obeys. She holds out her hands. Kim playfully gives her five.

“Low five!”

“No, Kimberly.” Camilla shakes her head. “Give me any and all metal objects. Remove them.”

“Really?” Kim whines.

“Yes.”

“Darn…” Kim reaches into her pockets and produces several razor sharp knives and places them in Camilla’s hands “...I need these back before the night is over! I’m using them for…reasons…”

“Of course.” Camilla sets the knives on the table. “Now then the disrobing…”

“Huh?” Before Kim can react, Camilla rolls one of Kim’s sleeves on her shirt up. Then she bends over and rolls up one of her pants legs as well. Camilla stands back straight up. Kim looks at her curiously. “What’s this about?”

“You’ll learn later.” She grins. “All of us went through it, including your grandfather. Now there’s this bit…” she produces a piece of rope and Kim instantly recognizes it as a noose. The Woman Scorned backs away.

“Whoa, wait a sec!” She exclaims. “I thought this might be kinky but this is going too far!”

“Trust me, Kimberly.” Camilla says with sugary sweetness in her voice. “There’s nothing wrong with any of this, believe me. It’s all for…show!”

“Riiiight…” Kim is growing more skeptical the more this strange ritual goes on. Still, she does want to infiltrate, she wants to learn about Bart Jones. So she sighs and steps forward, allowing Camilla to place the noose…left very loose…around her neck.

“Very good.” She points down at her feet. “Remove one shoe.”

“One?” Kim frowns. “Why not both?”

“Just one.” Camilla answers. “It’s good you wear those. It should be easy.”

“That’s the only time someone will ever call me easy.” Kim snipes back as she kicks one flip flop across the room. “We good now? Cause this is getting weird.”

“One last bit.” The blindfold.

This is the part Kim was dreading. The vulnerability of this strange initiation is all too real now. Still, she wants to go through with it so she can learn its secrets, specifically whatever secrets she can learn about her grandfather. Thus Williams allows Camilla to place the blindfold onto her and tie it up. Once it is secured she hears the voice of Camilla speaking again.

“Is that too tight?”

“Nah! I’m good!” She flashes Camilla a thumbs up.

“Excellent.”

Kim can hear the sound of Camilla’s heels walking across the hard floor, she can only assume that Camilla is walking away from her at this very moment. Kimberly then hears three loud knocks at the shut door. There is a brief pause before three more knocks are heard. These are different, softer, perhaps from someone else, someone on the other side of that door? Then another knock is heard, loud like the first time. A few moments later and Kim can hear the door opening. She hears a voice, a male coming from inside.

“Who are you, and for what reason have you trespassed upon the hallowed grounds of The Athenian Fellowship?”

“It is a lost soul seeking wisdom.” Camilla answers.

“Is this true?” The male asks, apparently directed at Kim.

“Sure! Why the hell not?” Kim says gleefully.

“Very well. Escort the stranger inside.”

Movement again. Kimberly can feel Camilla guiding her by her arm into the next room. They only take a few steps before Kim can feel a hand upon her chest, stopping her and Camilla in their tracks. A few moments later she feels a small prick on her finger; it isn’t enough to draw blood, it doesn’t even hurt. She just can tell whatever this is, it is a sharp instrument. But maybe dulled ever so slightly. Butter knife perhaps?

“They journey you are embarking on is not to be taken lightly, stranger. You seek wisdom but there are trials and tribulations as you go through this quest for wisdom. This is to remind you that this will not be easy. Do you still wish to continue?”

“Dude, I roll around in barbed wire and thumbtacks for a living. I’m pretty sure I’m game!” Kim exclaims happily.

“That means, yes.” Camilla says, answering for her.

“Very well. Continue on your path.”

Camilla once again takes the lead, guiding Kimberly around in what feels like circles. At least, that what it appears to be; it is basically a guessing game, relying on what few senses she has left since her eyesight is temporarily taken away. Eventually the pair come to a stop. Kimberly hears another male voice speak.

“Wisdom is not something that comes automatically. There is always a process, there is always a beginning. This is your beginning, stranger. All of this may seem strange and unusual. It may even be frightening. You must trust the process. You must believe in your beginning. The strange and unusual, while frightening now, soon will become familiar like a friend.”

“I threw down with James Evans in not one but two Underground Title Matches.” Kim snickers. “I’m not scared.” Kim gets elbowed in the ribs by Camilla. “Sorry…uh, yes sir!”

“Good. Then continue on your way.”

Kimberly feels another tug on her arm, indicating that it is time to move yet again. Once more she feels Camilla leading her in a circle. Once again they eventually come to a stop and there is yet another voice that speaks out, only this time it is a female voice.

“To learn our ways, to the gain the wisdom of The Athenian Fellowship, as a beginner you must have humility. The humble recognize their limitations. The humble are willing to accept their place in the hierarchy. One day you may ascend, but your journey starts at the bottom.”

“Heh, you said ‘bottom’...” Another elbow in the ribs and Kim yelps. “Errr, yes ma’am!”

“Continue.”

Camilla gives Kimberly another gentle tug and their symbolic, and literal, journey continues again. The duo make what is apparently a third circle around the room. Finally they come to a stop. This next voice is male but he is not speaking to Kimberly. That much is obvious.

“Has this stranger been given her instructions?”

“Yes.” Camilla answers.

“Is she willing?”

“She is.” Camilla answers.

“And who will vouch for her?”

“I will.” Camilla states.

“Excellent. Now then, stranger,” he is speaking to Kimberly now “the humble stranger seeking wisdom must show humility by kneeling before their superiors.”

The eccentric ginger really has a dirty mind tonight and wants to crack a joke about kneeling. Camilla senses it coming and, before Kim can get a word out, she pushes Kim gently but firmly onto the floor, onto her knees. Williams is rolling her eyes underneath the blindfold. The man speaks again.

“We accept you into our order, into our family, into our Athenian Fellowship. You will no longer be a stranger but a sister amongst siblings. First you must vow to keep our secrets. What happens in this room stays in this room. Are you prepared to accept these solemn obligations?”

“Am I joining the mafia or something? When do get to whack Sonny Corleone in the Causeway? Actually, it doesn’t matter! Omerta, bitches!” Kim snickers. “Sure! Of course I accept!”

“Very well.” He says. “Take the blindoff off.”

Kim can feel the blindfold being removed. Williams stands up and starts looking around at the surroundings, this room she has entered. The room feels solemn, quiet, orderly, and a little surreal. It’s rectangular in shape, longer than it is wide, and the lighting is soft but deliberate, giving the place an air of quiet seriousness rather than warmth. Along the walls, rows of straight-backed chairs are lined up neatly on three sides, facing inward, like a courtroom. The floor is mostly bare but features a large patterned rug, black and white in alternating squares like a chessboard. At one end of the room, there’s a raised platform with an ornate chair behind a small desk or pedestal. Matching chairs and pedestals sit at the other two sides of the room, forming a kind of triangle. The chairs themselves are grander than the others, carved from dark wood with a high back. There are dozens of people here, men and women alike. She turns to face Camilla who is grinning from ear to ear.

“Welcome…sister.”

“Yippee!” Kim says giddily. “So what am I? A Jedi Padawan? A Sith Apprentice?”

“No.” Camilla chuckles. “You have entered into the first degree of The Athenian Fellowship. You have become a Learner.”

“So, is this when I learn about your plot of world domination…or I get the top secret pancake recipe?”

“Not quite.” Camilla smiles warmly, like a proud mother. “But it is time that you learned more about what you just went through.” Camilla’s voice changes into a far more serious tone. “You entered this voyage of knowledge naked and without any material possessions to your name.”

“Nuh-uh,” Kim shakes her head “I am actually filthy rich and I am wearing clothes. Even if you made me take off a shoe.”

“Its symbolic, Kimberly, just go along with it.”

“Oh.” Kim smirks.

“And the noose…” Camilla takes the noose and removes it from Kim’s neck “...symbolizes that you are willing to die in your quest for wisdom.”

“Uh-huh…” Kim just nods her head, but these words do make her feel a little nervous. Camilla sounds very serious as she speaks these words. She was told that this is just playacting, that this is just a group of eccentric friends. Camilla claims that this is just symbolic. But dying for wisdom? Dying sounds very ominous.

“You are a Learner, Kimberly, and thus you may not understand the symbolism now. But as you learn and as you grow in wisdom, you will understand.” Camilla extends a hand. “Welcome…to the Athenian Fellowship.”

Williams reluctantly accepts the handshake. This is feeling more and more disconcerting but she is too far in, too deep to back out now. Besides, she wants to learn as much as she can, especially if anyone here can help her understand and learn more about her grandfather, a man she never got to know…

…Bart Jones.

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July 21st, 2025
Boston, Massachusetts
Off Camera
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The sun filtered through gauzy white curtains, casting elegant golden beams across the polished marble floor and the silk upholstery of the opulent furniture. Everything in Angelica Jones’s home shimmered with a pristine, curated beauty; lavender-scented candles, cut-glass bowls of rose petals, and delicate china vases standing on mahogany end tables. “The Woman Scorned” Kimberly Williams looked wholly out of place here and yet this was her mother’s home, and she felt at ease. Unlike a week ago when she was with Camilla Aldridge for the Athenian Fellowship initiation. Williams still has some doubts about that whole situation, she is second guessing herself now, despite her desire to learn more, not necessarily about the organization but about her grandfather’s potential connections to it. This is what brings her out to her mother’s lovely estate in Boston, Massachusetts. Kim sat slouched in a cream-colored wingback chair, legs sprawled out, knees wide, one boot hanging from her toes while the other rested on the antique coffee table in blatant defiance of its immaculate surface. Her jeans were ripped and her t-shirt bore the faded SCW logo. Her unruly red hair tumbled over her shoulders like she’d just rolled out of a fight and straight into the chair. In stark contrast her mother, Angelica, stood by the tall picture window, bathed in the soft glow of morning light. She looked effortlessly elegant in a pastel blue dress that hugged her slender frame. A string of pearls lay neatly against her collarbone, her manicured nails tapping idly against a porcelain teacup.

“Well Kim, your journey to Rise To Greatness this year has certainly been…eventful…”

“You mean chaotic.” Kim says with an ear to ear grin. Angelica sighs and nods her head.

“That’s one way of putting it, yes. Kidnapping a man, torturing him…” she shakes her head “...you are lucky that charges weren’t filed.”

“Ol’ Wendell knew what he was getting himself into when he sided with that dumbass Dexy-Poo.” Kim says with a sly grin. “Besides, Dexy struck first, remember? He attacked me physically. He attacked me verbally. I was just giving out a receipt.”

“Sure.” Angelica rolls her eyes. “But whether I agree with your tactics or not, they did prove successful. You have a shot at the SCW Adrenaline Championship at Rise To Greatness.”

“That’s right and I plan to shut Dexy-Poo up once and for all.” A look of pure mischief forms on her face. “My Kimmymaniacs are sick of his ranting and raving about the evils of social media. X, Facebook, Tic Toc, it’s all here to stay. Doesn’t that loser have anything better to do with his life?”

“Wrestling.” Angelica says.

“Exactly!” Kim exclaims. “He should really try being a wrestler! I think he’d be good at it!”

“Kim…Dexter Grant IS a wrestler! He’s the Adrenaline Champion!”

“He is?” Kim asks, feigning ignorance. “I legit forgot who held that title. I didn’t even realize SCW paid him. I thought he was just some bum who wandered in off the streets.”

“You really should try and take this seriously, Kim. This is a big opportunity for you. You need only two championships in order to complete the Supreme Championship; Adrenaline and World. This is for the Adrenaline Championship.”

“I know, I know, and winning that title would mean a lot to me. I like having gold.” Kim smirks. “But I also think it is my civic duty as an SCW employee to remove unruly and unemployed bums like Dexter Grant from the SCW arenas.”

“Dexter Grant IS an SCW employee!” Angelica exclaims, growing slightly frustrated with her daughter. Kim cannot help but enjoy this and decides to continue annoying Angelica further.

“Are you sure? I mean, if Dexy-Poo is so principled and takes his anti-social media garbage seriously, then why would he accept any form of payment that comes from an organization like SCW that pays right back into the evil anti-christ social media machine? Hmmmm?”

Angelica stares daggers at her daughter who just smirks right back at her. Finally Angelica starts laughing, lightening the mood. She slowly approaches her daughter and sits down next to her.

“You are trying to annoy me…” Angelica remarks.

“Is it working?”

“Maybe.”

“Just maybe?” Kim frowns. “Darn!”

“Look, Kim, just try to focus, ok? Rise To Greatness is the single biggest event of the year for SCW. And you are one of its top stars. The fans love you, Kim. And don’t listen to the doubters, to the critics. Yes, you did resurrect and then elevate the Underground division. You are the Queen of the Death Match. But you have more than proven the critics wrong. You are more than just an Underground fighter. You can beat Dexter Grant. You can become Adrenaline Champion. This is a big opportunity for you.”

“Yeah, I get it, I really do.” The Woman Scorned nods her head. “Despite how I sound at times, it does bother me when people suggest that I’m just a joke because I enjoy having a blast, I like to have fun. That’s why I was determined to win my first world championship.”

“Yes and you did that, you won the Valiant World Championship, I am proud of you.” Angelica kisses her on her forehead. “But now think of the future in SCW? Like I said, you are two titles away from Supreme Championship status. Very few in SCW doubt you but those who do would be silenced forever if you became Supreme Champion. Beating Dexter Grant to become Adrenaline Champion would be step one.”

“It is step one and I intend to take that first step.”

“Great.” Angelica smiles warmly with pride. “Now that you are in the right mindset, do you want to head downstairs and get some good workout and sparring in? I can easily get changed into my workout clothes and I know you brought yours.”

“That sounds great, mom, but maybe later.” Kim grins warily, as she is nervous about what she is about to bring up. “First there’s something else we should probably talk about…” her voice trails off. Angelica furrows her brow in confusion.

“What is it? What’s wrong?”

“I made some new friends!” Kim says in an over the top excited voice. “We’re gonna bake pancakes and plot world domination!”

“Pancakes and world domination?” Angelica only grows more and more confused. “What are you talking about?”

“Oh come on, mom, you know exactly what I’m talking about.” Kim says, winking playfully. “I already told you awhile back; The Athenian Fellowship.”

“The Athenian Fellowship?” Angelica looks downright shocked. “Wait, you joined them?!”

“Yup!” Kim nods her head. “It was a blast! They spun me around in circles, it was downright dizzying if you ask me. They spoke in riddles. Poked me, prodded me. It was kinky.” She snickers. “Then they said I completed the first degree of The Athenian Fellowship. I am The Learner.” Kim shrugs her shoulders. “Whatever the hell that means.”

“You joined them?” Angelica asks again. “You’re a…a Learner?”

“Yeah. And according to Cammy the second degree is that of Novice. That’ll be the next fun ritual I get to partake in.” Kim snickers. “I gotta admit, this play acting is kinda fun!”

“Kim…” Angelica sighs, her voice seems to have a bit of concern. This certainly bothers Kimberly but she doesn’t let on. She just continues listening to what her mother has to say. “...you need to be very wary about your new friends.”

“Oh poo, there you go again.” Kim folds her arms over her chest and pretends to pout like a tantrum throwing child. “Every time I find something I enjoy you have to go throw cold water on it.” She grins knowingly. “Now I know how Marie became such a prude. She got it from you.”

“Kimberly Frances Williams!” Angelica uses the full name, that is never good. “I am being serious!”

“Really?” Kim furrows her brow out of curiosity. “What do you mean?”

“Remember when you first told me about these people, this Athenian Fellowship, and how your friend Camilla said that your grandfather…my father…was once a member?”

“Yeah. You said he wasn’t.”

“I said that I didn’t recall.” Angelica points out. “I did some digging of my own and it turns out my father was technically a member of The Athenian Fellowship.”

“Great!” Kim exclaims. “If he was a member then it can’t be bad news!”

“You don’t get it.” Angelica shakes her head. “He only joined as part of an undercover operation. Remember, he was a federal agent. He was on a mission from the government.”

“Wait a sec…” Kim pauses, pondering her mother’s words “...the government was spying on The Athenian Fellowship?”

“Yes.” Angelica nods her head. “And they wouldn’t be spying on some group of eccentric but otherwise harmless middle aged wealthy people with nothing better to do than to meet once a month and talk about how rich they are. Do you see what I’m saying?”

“Yeah, and I agree.” Kim nods her head. “The feds wouldn’t get involved unless they suspected the group as a whole, or someone within the group, of something illegal. I mean, federal agents infiltrated the mafia and motorcycle gangs due to their illegal actions. If The Athenian Fellowship was up to something, or someone within the organization was doing something illegal, I can see Bart infiltrating on behalf of the federal government.”

“Exactly.” Angelica states. “If you want my advice…and you do…you would stay out of this.”

“Stay out?” Kim shakes her head. “I’ve come too far now. I can’t back out.”

“Kim, you don’t need to get involved.”

“Look, I have long wanted to more about what makes me a Jones. It’s more about my DNA. I want to know more about my past.”

“You have me.” Angelica insists. “You have your aunt Kayla. You have your sisters.”

“But I want more. I want more knowledge than what you can offer.” Kim states. “I want to know more about my grandfather. There is a definite connection here and I have to know what it is.”

There is a tense moment shared as mother and daughter lock eyes. Angelica Jones realizes that she cannot talk her stubborn eccentric daughter out of this one. She sighs and nods her head, relenting, accepting defeat.

“Fine…just be careful.”

“You know me.” Kim winks playfully.

“Yes, unfortunately I do, and that’s why I am worried.”