Kimberly Williams vs. Dexter Grant

[The Matt]

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July 22nd, 2025
Boston, Massachusetts
Off Camera
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The Woman Scorned had never seen so many men in black suits, women in fancy dresses, all  gathered in reverent silence. She had always made it a point to avoid the typical gatherings of the wealthy because she never felt at home, never comfortable around them. But this?  This is different. This evening, her first meeting as a member of The Athenian Fellowship, has a downright creepy feel to it. For this meeting Camilla Aldridge and her pals have brought Williams to a different room in this incredibly luxurious estate in Massachusetts.  The architecture here is different; granite columns and shadowed archways. The vaulted ceiling bore painted constellations, now dimmed beneath candle sconces and discreet electric light. Artwork, designs, and other instruments are scattered everywhere depicting compasses, keys, swords, and double-headed eagles. These adorned the mahogany paneling.  As a mere ‘Learner’, the first stage of The Athenian Fellowship, Kim does not yet understand the meanings of these symbols but Camilla assured her that one day she will. The longer she stays on this road of discovery, the more she will grow to understand. But Kimberly doesn’t care about these symbols or their meanings. She doesn’t even particularly care for The Athenian Fellowship or Camilla Aldridge. All she cares about is what this group can do to help her learn about her grandfather, the late Bart Jones, who supposedly was a member of this organization. Angelica Jones and Marie Jones, Kim’s mother and identical twin sister respectively, both think that Kim is making a mistake in getting herself involved with this group. Angelica believes that Bart was merely infiltrating this group in order to stop some nefarious plot that someone, or a group of people, within the Fellowship had planned.  Their warnings did not stop Kim. In fact, it had the opposite effect. Kim is now more curious than ever. She is more determined to find out not only what they know about her grandfather but why her grandfather was so interested in this group in the first place.

Tonight Kimberly, as usual, sticks out like a sore thumb. Everyone is dressed to the nines. The officers of this organization, its leaders, are wearing even more flashy outfits that could be considered uniforms. Meanwhile Kim is wearing a simple pair of tight form fitting jeans and a black “SCW” t-shirt that hugs her curves. The Woman Scorned sports a pair of black sneakers that can double as dress shoes unless one gets a close look at them.  Camilla Aldridge sits next to the eccentric, demented ginger, wearing what could be considered her Sunday best. She is pleased to have Kim as a member, as a sister within this organization, but it is apparent that she disapproves of Kim’s attire, even if she does a good job of hiding it. Camilla should just be grateful that Williams is here in the first place. The Queen of the Death Match, leans in and whispers lightly into Camilla’s ear.

“Sooooo what can I expect, Cammy?” She asks playfully. “More playacting like the other day?”

“It’s not quite theater, my dear.” She chuckles lightly. “It’s not quite church. But it’s sacred all the same.”

“Gotcha!” Kim flashes her a thumbs up. She still has more questions, more nagging thoughts she wants to express, but the times has run out. Up ahead, the procession had begun.

Three officers moved in slow cadence toward the black-draped altar at the center of the room, carrying with them a different item. The first carries with them a religious text, in this case a Bible.  The second individual carries with them a sword. The sight of the sharp and deadly instrument immediately catches Kim’s eye. She thinks of the damage she could cause using that!  Then she thinks of the damage that could do to her.  Why do they need a sword in the first place?  Last, but not least, the third officer moves in with the banner and colors of The Athenian Fellowship. Each item was handled with both ritualized precision and unspoken awe. The room stilled further as the leader, a man known only to Kim as Master of Kadosh, robed in black with red trim and a jewel suspended from a chain around his neck, stepped up to his station in the far right of the room.

“Brothers and Sisters of our ancient Fellowship, we are assembled in this Consistory of The Athenian Fellowship. Before we may proceed to any labors, we must open this meeting in due and ancient form.”

“That’s a fun word!” Kim whispers to Camilla. “Consistory!”

“Hush.” Camilla states firmly. Williams just rolls her eyes.  Master of Kadosh strikes his gavel three times.

“Brother Perceptor, what is the first duty of The Athenian Fellowship when called to meeting?”

As the echoes faded into the corners of the great hall, Kim felt something shift. Camilla claimed this was just a gathering of friends, nothing more, who admittedly are a bit over the top in playacting. But Kim no longer believes it. This wasn’t simply a meeting of friends. This was a threshold between the secular and the sacred. The banners of the The Athenian Fellowship hung heavy on the walls, each bearing strange Latin mottos and heraldic symbols: eagles, swords, crowns, flames. Kim didn’t yet grasp their meaning, but she knew it must be something different and far deeper than anything Camilla has led her to believe so far. The Preceptor stepped forward next, per the request of the Master of Kadosh.

“We are not gathered for glory, nor for reward, but for the continuation of a sacred inheritance. The Athenian Fellowship seeks wisdom and knowledge.  We seek to learn and to grow from our experience.”

“What’s his name?” Kim whispers to Camilla.

“The Perceptor.”

“You mean like the decepticons from Transformers?”

“No.” Camilla sighs, clearly growing frustrated with Kim’s nonsensical questions. Kim, on the other hand, is enjoying every bit of this. She wants to make Camilla snap. If she snaps, maybe she will accidentally spill the beans on some of these secrets.

“Ok, but what is his REAL name?” Kim smirks knowingly. “I mean, I doubt his business card reads ‘Perceptor.’ Although, in fairness, I have a friend whose business card reads ‘Optimus Prime.’”

“His real name doesn’t matter.”

“I promise to shut up for a moment if you tell me his real name.” Kim snickers. Camilla rolls her eyes.

“His name is Robert.”

“Fun name!”

Camilla gently, but firmly, nudges Kim, indicating that she needs to be quiet. Kim sticks her tongue out. But before she can say anything, Master of Kadosh speaks up again, this time directing his attention to a woman seated in an ornate chair on the other side of the room.

“Sister Senior Warden.” The woman stands up, almost like a soldier standing at attention to a commanding officer. This is growing all too creepy for Kim’s taste. “What comes next?”

“To see that all present are members of The Athenian Fellowship.”

“See to it, Sister Senior Warden.”

At this command, all present rise solemnly and place themselves in a posture of attention similar to the Senior Warden.  Williams is late, as she isn’t quite sure what to do. Camilla gives her another gentle poke and Kim instantly jumps to attention and mimics what everyone else is doing. The Perceptor starts to move again, gracefully along the room, staring and studying each man and woman in attendance.  He arrives at Kim and he frowns disapprovingly.  Kim winks playfully.  He sighs out of frustration and moves onward to Camill and then to the next. With the lone exception of the irreverent nature of Kim’s participation, the entire atmosphere has been ritualistic, expectant, and reverent. The Perceptor then moves back to the Senior Warden and nods his head. The Senior Warden then turns her attention back to The Master of Kadosh.

“Master of Kadosh…all present are members of The Athenian Fellowship.”

“Like hell I’m calling that bozo a master.” Kim whispers to Camilla.  This time Camilla just ignores her.

“Thank you, Sister Senior Warden. It is my will that this meeting of The Athenian Fellowship be now opened for the dispatch of business.”

Everyone sits back down simultaneously…except for Kim, who once again is late in taking her cues.  But Camilla gives her a gentle tug on the shirt and Williams quickly catches the hint and sits back down. The Woman Scorned still isn’t quite sure what to make of all of this. There is plenty of symbolism and metaphor. A ton of ritual. It appears to be more than a simple gathering of friends. But she cannot think about this for much longer. She feels the yes of everyone in the room staring daggers right through her. In particular, the eyes of this group’s apparent leader, the Master of Kadosh.

“For our first piece of business, I would like to formally and officially welcome our newest member…Kimberly Frances Williams!” Everyone in the room begins to applaud, heaping praise upon The Woman Scorned.  Though Kim knows it is just out of being polite. “Ms. Williams, is there anything you would like to say to your fellow brothers and sisters?”

“Uh, yeah,” Kim furrows her brow out of curiosity “how did you guys know my middle name?”

“You wrote it on your application for membership.” Master Kodash remarks.

“Oh, right!” Kim snickers. “But don’t use it anymore. I hate that name.  Call me Kim. Or Kimmy. Or Kimberly. Or The Woman Scorned. Or Queen of the Death Match. Or future SCW Adrenaline Champion, cause that name is gonna be mine after I kick Dexter’s ass this week! But that’s beside the point. Just don’t call me Frances.”

Kim can see Camilla trying to sink down and disappear into her seat out of embarrassment. Camilla sponsored her for membership and now Kim is making a mockery of it all. And The Woman Scorned is far from over.

“Also what’s your name Mr. Kodash?”

“Master of Kodash.”

“No, no, no.” Kim sighs. “Like I told Cammy, I am not calling anyone Master.  Unless you introduce me to John Simm or Sacha Dhawan. They are two great actors who played the Master in Doctor Who.  But you?” She shakes her head. “No!”

“Ms. Williams…” he starts to protest but Kim cuts him off.

“Oh c’mon!  If we are all brothers and sisters here, like one big happy family, why shouldn’t I be able to call you by your first name just like you get to call me Kim, huh?”

“Kimberly, please!” Camilla exclaims. The Master of Kodash looks at Camilla, smiles, and nods his head.

“It’s quite alright, Camilla.” He turns his attention back towards Kimberly. “It is normal and proper procedure to address officers by their titles, but I will grant this one exception. My name is Grant Vito.”

“Grant!” Kim claps her hands, gleefully smiling. “Oh this is great!  I get to beat up a Grant this week!  Don’t worry, I promise not to get confused and beat you up by mistake.  I mean, he is an anti-social media nut and I am pretty sure I saw your Facebook profile.”

“Right…” Grant seems less than enthused “...now, what qualities and gifts do you have to offer The Athenian Fellowship?”

Camilla Aldridge jumps up and chimes in before Kimberly can even begin to formulate a thought.

“Ms. Williams is quite the intelligent young lady.” Camilla gushes. “She is very brilliant and cunning. And despite her outward appearance, she is quite wealthy and well connected. You recall Bart Jones?  This is his granddaughter.”

“Oh I see.” Grant now suddenly looks at Kim differently. He sizes her up not as if she were a disappointment but almost as if she were a prize, a trophy won by this organization. “Your grandfather was a very good and noble man within this organization.”

“Yeah but c’mon, Grant, I have other skills and talents too that go beyond simply having similar DNA as Bart Jones.” Kim winks playfully. “I roll around in barbed wire and thumb tacks, I can get dropped on my head without really taking too much damage.”

“What?” Grant looks on confused.

“I am a professional wrestler, your Kodasheriness.” Kim snickers. “Think of it, I could provide you guys with some great publicity. Next week I will become SCW Adrenaline Champion!  That’s a big thing and…”

“No.” He shakes his head. Kimberly frowns.

“Huh?”

“We are a secret society, Ms. Williams.” He remarks coldly. “The entire idea behind secret societies is SERECY.”

“Oh…yeah…” Kim shrugs her shoulders “...silly me!”

“Nothing stated within the confines of a meeting is to ever leave this room. It is the cost of wisdom and knowledge. I am sure Camilla…your sponsor…explained it all to you.”

“She did.” Kim rolls her eyes. “But I didn’t think you guys took the whole secrecy bit so damn serious.  I mean, according to her this was some get together of eccentric aristocrats and you don’t get much more eccentric than me!”

“This is a friendly get together of brothers and sisters.” Grant answers. “But we do have rules, rules that must be obeyed. You do understand, don’t you?”

“Yeah, yeah, I understand.” Kim answers, with her hand behind her back and her fingers crossed.

“Very good.” He approaches her and places a hand on her shoulder. “I am sure you will make an excellent member of our Fellowship.”

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July 26th, 2025
Houston, Texas
On Camera
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The camera begins to roll.  We are in what appears to be an office setting.  Several computers are situated in a semi-circle arrangement, each one with a different social media platform pulled up on a web browser; Instagram, Facebook, and X (formerly Twitter) are all ready for use, their vibrant logos prominently displayed on the glowing computer monitors. The monitors themselves are sleek, modern Apple displays, set atop a long, minimalist wooden desk that stretches across the room, suggesting an efficient workspace designed for productivity. Various small office essentials are scattered across the desk; an external hard drive, a wireless mouse, a keyboard, and what looks like a black speaker or dock station. The room itself is painted in soft, neutral tones, allowing the natural light and the glow from the screens to dominate.

A few moments later and the camera spots Kimberly Williams entering the scene.  The Queen of the Death Match is wearing a charcoal gray short sleeved t-shirt that is comfortable, not too tight and not too loose.  She pairs this with simple denim jeans and black boots. Her long, naturally wavy red hair cascades over her shoulders and down her back in loose, unstyled layers that seem to shimmer subtly in the light. She is carrying her beloved (and deadly) penguin plushie Wasley with her.  A devilish grin is etched across her face as she sits down in front of the semi-circle row of computers, setting Wasley down on the desk.

“Oh, hello there!” Kimberly waves playfully at the camera. “Well isn’t this embarrassing!  Rise To Greatness is tomorrow and here I am caught goofing off on all of my social media accounts instead of making strategy or hitting the gym or hitting some nuisance named Wendell upside his dumbass head with a baseball bat.  I suppose it could be worse, though.  I could be caught sitting in my mom’s basement ranting like a lunatic fringe about some nonsense no one gives a damn about.  Oh yeah, that’s you, right Dexter Grant?  Or can I just call you Dexy-Poo since we’re friends now?  See, Dexy-Poo, you think your tactics of being super aggressive are going to make me go away.  You attack me from behind on Breakdown.  You verbally accost me for my chosen lifestyle on Breakdown.  You go after my mother, physically assaulting her.  And all for what?  Because we had a bit of an altercation in the Taking Hold of the Flame battle royal?  And you think all of that is gonna make me go away?” Kim snickers and looks over at Wasley the penguin.

“He don’t know me too well, does he?” She looks back at the camera and snickers. She shakes her head. “No, Dexy-Poo, you don’t know me very well.  In fact, you have no idea what you have done.  You’re not intimidating me. You’re not scaring me.  You’re not even making me angry.  Not really.  Even when you targeted my mom, even then I didn’t lose my cool because she is a trained wrestler and I know she can handle herself.  I see you and your stupid little games and I hear your stupid little words that come out of your mouth and I interpret that as you telling me that you want to have more fun!  You don’t have to ask more than once, Dexy!  I love having fun, especially the kind of fun you want!  Just ask Wendell!” Kimberly spins her chair to a keyboard.  She starts keying fast and furiously until a picture pops up on the screen, a picture of Wendell tied up and gagged next to a unicorn backstage during Breakdown.

“I made sure to take a few pictures to remember him.  Me and Wendell had so much fun with Oscar.  That’s the unicorn’s name, by the way.  I think Wendell would like a unicorn of his own.  So if you want to maintain Wendell’s loyalty, then maybe you should buy him a unicorn…and a Sabrina Carpenter album.  I took that lump of mush you called Wendell and transformed him into a cultured human being.  Sure, it was against his will and possibly against the Geneva Conventions, but so what?  I did a good thing!  You should be thanking me, Dexy, not getting all pissy because I kidnapped your pal and introduced him to culture.  Give me another crack at ol’ Wendell and I guarantee I’ll make a Swifty out of him!” Williams goes to her mouse, clicks on an icon, and another picture pops up, this time a coldplay concert meme of Wendell with Taylor Swift. Kim laughs hysterically.

“I love it!  Both this and the one from Breakdown are going on my Facebook page!” She quickly spins to the monitor that has Facebook loaded. She starts keying again. “Hashtag Wendell!  Hashtag Swifty! Annnnnnd send!” The Woman Scorned spins back around and faces the camera again. “Your pal Wendell is gonna be connected whether he likes it or not, Dexy Poo. You know what else is gonna be connected?  You and our match at Rise To Greatness for the Adrenaline Championship.  It’s all gonna be connected whether you like it or not!” Kim spins over to the monitor displaying the X (formerly twitter) platform. She starts typing furiously. A minute later she stops and has the camera zoom in on the screen.

“See that, Dexy?  A twitter poll!  And not just any twitter poll, a We…THE PEOPLE’S…Bunkhouse Stampede Poll asking the fans what do they think the outcome of our match will be!  Option A…Kimberly wins, that’s me in case you forgot.  Option B…you win.  Option C…UNICORNS!” She clicks the send button. “There!  My Kimmymaniacs in cyberspace have twenty four hours to vote!” She spins the chair back around to face the camera. “Dexy Poo, your logic is flawed.  Seriously flawed.  So much so it makes me wonder if you have been dropped on your head a few too many times.  You look at me and think that I need to change the way I do things, that I need to change my lifestyle to fit your outlook.  You think I am too much of a clown to ever be successful?  Well clearly you haven’t done your homework.  I could boast about my recent world championship victory but I won’t.  I’ll just keep it to SCW alone.  Here in this promotion I am a five time former SCW Underground Champion, former Television Champion, former United States Champion, former World Tag Team Champion, and former Trios Tournament Winner.  Yet with that kind of record you still doubt me?  You still question me?” Williams shakes her head.

“I think my record speaks for itself.  I have lived and died on the philosophy of chaos.  I will never ever abandon the philosophy of chaos because it got me to where I am today.  Chaos is beautiful, glorious, and fair.  Chaos doesn’t have ulterior motive.  It just happens and anyone from the wealthy to the poor, powerful or weak, sane or insane, all can potentially become victims of chaos.  Even the best of wrestlers have fallen victim to you, Dexy Poo.  But as good as you are, even you can and will fall victim to chaos.  Chaos is knocking at your door, Dexy, and ready or not it is coming barging inside tomorrow night at Rise To Greatness ready, willing, and able to turn you and your little worldview on its head, a worldview that is at this very moment on life support.” The Woman Scorned laughs nastily.

“Therein lies another flaw; your worldview itself is flawed.  All you are, Dexy, is a snake oil salesman.  Except you aren’t even selling anything people want.  Your typical snake oil salesman tells their lies, trying to con people into buying things on a lie, on false hope. They have a bottle of simple water and they sell it claiming its a fancy oil that can cure disease and who wouldn’t want that?  But you, Dexy, you are trying to sell the fans on something no one gives a damn about.  Your anti-social media campaign, disconnect to reconnect or whatever, no one cares.  Literally no one walking God’s green earth gives a damn about your message.  Maybe Wendell but hell, I think I could probably pay him not to care about your cause either. Everyone has a price.” She winks playfully.

“Credit to where it is due, your reign as Adrenaline Champion has been impressive, and even after it is over you might even go on to have more successes in SCW.  But your crazy ramblings about a cause no one cares about will make you a sad, barely remembered piece of SCW lore when you are gone. Other Adrenaline Champions like YUYO, Glory Braddock, Bree Lancaster, and even that egotistical bitch Syren, their names will live on forever.  You will eventually be forgotten, Dexy, and its all your fault.  Its your fault because of your flawed logic, flawed in how highly you think of yourself and your cause, flawed also because of how you view me, how overlook me, and how you underestimate me.” Williams shakes her head.

“I’m used to it.  Hell, I prefer it.  I want people to overlook me and underestimate me.  That’s my secret, Dexy Poo.  People like you look at me as this fun loving little cartoonish fool and they don’t take me seriously because they don’t think I take this seriously.  Go ahead, Dexy, make that same mistake and I will make you pay as I have made others pay in the past.  Because the truth is that I do want that Adrenaline Championship.  The truth is that I love having gold around my waist.” The Woman Scorned holds up two fingers. “The truth is that I am TWO championships away from being a Supreme Champion, the ultimate proof that I am one of the best to ever do this, and right now you hold one of the championships I need to achieve that goal.  So tomorrow night I am going to Houston, I will march to that ring, and I will do whatever it takes to rip that championship away from you.” She laughs nastily.

“And you already know that when I say ‘whatever it takes’ I really mean it.  Just ask Wendell.” Kim spins around to the monitor that has Instagram pulled up. She uses the mouse to pull up a picture of herself with the SCW Adrenaline Championship photoshopped onto her waist. “Here we go, Dexy Poo.  Get a good look at this picture I just posted.  It may not be real yet but you can consider this a prediction.  Consider it a glimpse into the future because tomorrow night I am going to make this photoshopped fake picture into reality.  I am going to outwork you, outwrestle you, and ultimately defeat you for the Adrenaline Championship.  And there’s nothing you can do to stop me.”