Chamber Match

[The Matt]

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October 31st, 2025
Boston, Massachusetts
On Camera
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The chill of late October settled deep into the cracked bones of the old Boston neighborhood, the kind of cold that seeped into the wood of forgotten porches and turned fallen leaves brittle underfoot. The street was narrow and uneven, lined with row houses that had long since surrendered their dignity to time. Among them stood a particularly worn-down house with chipped paint clinging desperately to its siding, its porch sagging under the weight of years and neglect. The windows were cloudy with dust and cobwebs, reflecting the faint orange glow of jack-o’-lanterns that grinned eerily from the yard below. Plastic ghosts hung from the leafless branches of an old elm tree, swaying in the faint wind like they were whispering secrets to one another. A faded “Happy Halloween” banner drooped across the porch railing, one corner torn and flapping weakly with every gust. Kimberly Williams stood in the yard, a lone figure in the middle of the chaos of cheap decorations and dead grass. She looked wildly out of place and yet somehow perfect for the scene; a redhead dressed head to toe in a flamboyant penguin costume. The oversized suit puffed around her, the white belly soft and ridiculous against the black fabric that hung from her shoulders like a parody of wings. A bright red bow tie sat snug at her neck, the only thing neat and deliberate about her appearance. The penguin hood framed her face, the yellow beak perched above her brow, and though her mouth was set in a faint, unreadable line, her eyes betrayed a flicker of amusement.

Behind her, the house loomed like a relic of another life. The paint peeled in curling layers around the doorframe, revealing older coats beneath, each one a ghost of a renovation that had tried and failed to bring it back to life. The porch steps creaked even when no one was standing on them, and the railing leaned slightly, as if it too had grown tired of standing. A plastic skeleton sat propped against one of the columns, its skull turned toward the street, as if guarding the property with a toothy grin. The yard was an uneven sprawl of patchy grass and dirt, scattered with dry leaves and half-buried candy wrappers. Someone, namely Kimberly herself, had gone to the trouble of arranging Halloween decorations in some semblance of festivity. A few orange lights framed the walkway, their glow flickering weakly in the daylight, while a fake tombstone tilted sideways beside a carved pumpkin whose grin had started to cave inward. The pumpkin’s face, once cheerful, had become distorted with decay, a sagging smile that matched the weary expression of the house behind it.

The neighborhood was quiet, save for the occasional rustle of leaves and the faint hum of traffic several blocks away. Somewhere down the street, a wind chime clinked softly, the sound oddly fragile against the stillness. The faint scent of wood smoke drifted through the air, mingling with the damp earth and the faint, lingering sweetness of pumpkin pulp. Kimberly’s presence here was deliberate. She took in the stillness of the yard, the orange light flickering in the hollowed faces of pumpkins, the faint creak of the porch boards. She looked up at the windows again, and for a fleeting second, her reflection met her gaze; a penguin in a haunted yard, half comic, half tragic, standing at the threshold of something she couldn’t yet define. She turned back around to face the camera that was pointed at her, recording this entire time. A smirk forms across her lovely face.

“Happy Halloween!” The Woman Scorned exclaims with sheer joy and glee coming from her voice. “I’m just out doing my yearly Trick-or-Treating and, despite what society tells you, you are never EVER too old to go Trick-or-Treating! Last year I went dressed as a psychotic redhead who should probably be locked up in an insane asylum, but people thought that it looked too much like what I normally wear!” She snickers. “Wasley suggested this outfit. What do ya think, Kimmymaniacs?” She twirls around to give the camera a full shot of her ridiculous looking penguin outfit. “But do you wanna know why I absolutely LOOOOOOVE to go Trick-or-Treating? It’s because I enjoy the tried and true tradition of Trick-or-Treating.”

“It’s a simple concept. You go up to a total stranger’s door, you knock and politely ask for candy. You ask for a treat. If that person doesn’t give you a treat then you retaliate with a trick.” The Woman Scorned winks playfully. “And you know how much I love a good trick! I played a trick several years ago by hijacking the Underground and making it my very own. I played the ultimate trick by utilizing my Trios Contract to generate ultimate chaos throughout SCW, upending everyone’s plans. I have also gained treats, the treat of getting to compete in front of my zillions of Kimmymaniacs all over the globe! The treat of being able to fight to the death with people whom I absolutely respect! Under Attack 2025 will be an event full of both tricks and treats!”

“Konrad Raab, Oktoberfest, you gave me the best treat of them all this year. You saw how I was languishing in total boredom. You saw how CHBK was torturing me by forcing me to compete in The Shot of Boredom Tournament. I have been begging and pleading to get back into the Underground division. Hell, even the current champ Enigma agreed to face me but the old dinosaur fart CHBK won’t schedule the match. Instead I was kept off the cards, unbooked, and unscheduled for weeks. Since defeating Veil I have been sitting on my ass waiting for something to do, waiting for an opportunity to free myself of the chains of the Shot of Boredom Tournament.” She points a finger at the camera.

“You provided me with the opportunity, Oktoberfest. You gave me the treat I needed to escape, to once again insert myself into my home, my Underground. And yes, it is still MY Underground. It doesn’t matter who has the championship, I am still the Queen of the Death Match and that is MY Underground until I no longer draw breath. Sure, I was distracted there for a moment dealing with Dorkster Grant. He poked a bear and needed to pay the price. Also my Kimmymaniacs wanted to see him brought back down to earth. So I did that. I put his ego in check and reminded that he is human. I did the universe, this company, a favor and now I want to return to doing what I do best. I want to return to the Underground. Oktoberfest has given my the opportunity to do just that because obviously CHBK wasn’t gonna pull the trigger. Now this Chamber Match will provide me with just the perfect opportunity to not only return to the Underground style of violent warfare but to return with style!” Williams holds up five fingers.

“It’s yours truly against five violent warriors. Former Underground Champions, former world champions, are all in this chamber match. The talent level included in this chamber match is through the damn roof. I don’t even have to really win the chamber match. I just need to make a damn good statement. I have to have a good performance in the chamber in order to prove my point. So I may win it all…I sure as hell will try to win it all…or I may not win. But regardless, win or lose, I plan to take a few of these bodies with me to the damned grave!” Kimberly bows towards the camera. “So thank you, Oktoberfest, thank you for this treat! And in return I will give you the treat of as much chaos and violence that you want courtesy of the one true Queen of Chaos herself, accept no substitutes!”

“I gotta hand it to you, Oktoberfest. You are retiring not by putting on no gold star five star whatever wrestling classic. No, you are going out with a bang by locking yourself up in one of the deadliest, most dangerous structures imaginable with people who want your head on a pike. Some might call it dumb. I think its the recipe for pure enjoyment! Two such people who want to kick your ass are your ol’ Jackal buddies Tommy Valentine and Drake Hemingway. My Kimmymaniacs haven’t seen either in a very long time but both have returned and both have returned just for you…” she snickers “...I don’t know if that would make you feel good or bad, I mean it isn’t like they’re here to celebrate you. They’re here to destroy you.” Kim shakes her head.

“Don’t worry! Because Tommy Boy and Ernest Hemingway are in MY WAY TOO!” The Woman Scorned sneers knowingly. “Tommy, Drakey, you two can tear Oktoberfest to shreds if you want. You can beat his ass if you want. You can beat each other half to death for all I care. But this chamber match is everyone for themselves and that makes you my enemies. I recall when the Jackals were the big bad of the season until it slowly fell apart, piece by piece, for the same reason every other group in this company falls apart…ego. The Jackals are a distant and forgettable memory, as far as I am concerned and your participation in this chamber is merely for Konrad’s enjoyment. The only enjoyment I get out of you two being here is putting you down and advancing ever so closer to winning this chamber. Oktoberfest won’t stop me and you two sure as hell won’t stop me, either.”

“Now I know this is Halloween, but with so many people named Valentine in this match you would think this is actually February!” Kimberly waves playfully at the camera. “Hi there, Xander! I’m not sure we’ve been formally introduced yet! You have long held the reputation of being the resident monster in SCW. Anyone who has stepped up to knock you down from that perch has either failed miserably or has only had temporary success. You are like a cockroach, Xander. You keep coming back for more. You just won’t die. In that way you remind me a lot of myself. I am the Underground Queen and championship or not, I still sit on the Underground throne. I keep coming back. No one will ever keep me away from my Underground home forever. Mommy Kim always returns home and Under Attack is the night mommy returns home to the Underground!” Williams laughs nastily.

“I have wanted to test myself against you, Xander. You may want to rip Oktoberfest’s head off but me? I just want to test myself against SCW’s Executioner. Why? Maybe it’s just because I am insane. I am crazy. And quite honestly, I think I am psychotic enough to get the job done. I can take enough punishment, enjoy it, and ask for more, but more importantly keep coming back and dish out as much as you can give. If anyone can put you down, it’s The Queen of the Death Match, and I look forward to crossing your path in the chamber.” She snickers knowingly. Then The Woman Scorned holds up four fingers. “You are also a four time former SCW World Champion. And you know, as much as I am looking forward to finally exiting the Adrenaline garbage and returning to my beloved Underground home, it has not escaped my notice that I am ONE championship away from Supreme Championship status…that being the SCW World Title. I may have resurrected the Underground and made it respectable and prestigious but I still long for the chance to take the SCW World Championship and bring it into the Underground itself. I am a current World Champion myself, I just never held the SCW World Title. If I can knock off YOU or any of these other heavy hitters in the chamber, now THAT would go a long way to proving my worth and proving that maybe I should be in line for a shot at the biggest prize of them all?”

“Last, but certainly NOT least, is my old pal Colleen…how’s it going ol’ MacDonald?” She snickers. “Trick OR Treat! What? Did you think I was gonna stay away from the Underground? Did you really think I was gonna stay in the Adrenaline Division?” She shakes her head. “No, NO! The Adrenaline Division was and always has been temporary. I have ZERO desire to be the Adrenaline Champion again. My eyes are squarely set on that Underground Championship. My desire is to return to the Underground Division where I belong. That’s what this Chamber Match represents for me, Colleen. It is my opportunity, win or lose, to return to the Underground style of violence that I know best.”

“I walked up to your door and nicely asked Trick or Treat, but instead of the treat I learned that I got the trick. Enigma and I had already agreed to an Underground Title Match before you convinced him to let you name his first challenger.” Kim shakes her head. “Now that was a very mean trick, Colleen. If you do respect me, the way I respect you, then you will honor the agreement me and Enigma had and let us have our championship match. You know better than anyone that if anyone can dethrone Enigma, it’s me. You know that I am the Underground gatekeeper. Even the champs have to prove their worth by going through the Queen of the Death Match and that means Enigma needs to go through me. Honor the agreement me and Enigma had, THEN you can name the next challenger to whoever wins.” The Queen of the Death Match shakes her head.

“It doesn’t really matter, though, because whether you like it or not, whether Monster Machine, anyone else in this chamber, or anyone else even thinking about entering the Underground likes it or not, I am back in the Underground. It is where I belong. It is where I live and breath. No one can keep me from my home, not even you and your big ass. You and no one else in this chamber can keep me from returning home. There’s been plenty of treats, and now for the trick; the trick is that I am a good wrestler, but an even better death match warrior, and all five of you will learn the hard way why I am legitimately the Queen of the Death Match.”