Kimberly Williams vs. Polly Pingotti*

[The Matt]

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January 17th 2026
Boston, Massachusetts
Off Camera
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Fatal Fortunes was mostly uneventful for Kimberly Williams. She was in a triple threat tag. Her team lost. But for The Woman Scorned, the tag team division isn’t her priority. Her priority is finishing The Shot of Adrenaline Tournament on a strong note and then, hopefully, a return to the Underground Division where she will have an opportunity to reclaim the championship. The second night of Fatal Fortunes finally revealed at least a taste of what was on the mysterious tape that Kim’s mother Angelica Jones and Ravyn had been harping on about for weeks. Apparently SCW representative Mr. Delatosso has little to no faith in Kimberly Williams. He does not want Kim representing the company as SCW World Champion. For now that’s fine, because she wants to be Underground Champion a lot more than she wants to be World Champion of SCW. Still, the remarks made about Kim were offensive and it has lit a fire under The Woman Scorned.

Breakdown on January 22nd is coming from Newark, New Jersey and to finish off the round robin rounds, Kim will have to compete twice in one night. Is it coincidence that she is put in this situation after the tape was leaked? Maybe, maybe not. But Kimberly is determined now more than ever to win both matches and punch her ticket to the semi-finals of Shot of Adrenaline. If this really is the final time this tournament is held, The Queen of the Death Match intends to be its final winner and remind the entire company, including Mr. Delatosso, what she is truly capable of.

This is all taking place while Williams is also dealing with the return of a threat she had hoped was permanently gone from her past; the looming shadow of the Floreschu family, the family who had fostered her after birth. Kimberly was raised by Emma Floreschu, the woman who made Kim into the psychopath she is today. She had hoped Emma and the rest of her family was gone after she and her sister Sorinah were murdered by Kim’s own hands. Yet now their sinister brother Lucian has arrived, promising to finish what they started, whatever that means. Thus far he has used damaging evidence he claims he has against Kim to blackmail her into signing over her real estate empire over to the Floreschu family assets and now he is forcing her to move into Emma’s old estate, a grandiose luxurious mansion where someone like Kim feels completely out of place. It feels like Lucian is trying to change her into someone else entirely, someone she doesn’t recognize.

Kimberly Williams is fighting a battle for her own deranged soul.

The grand living room had not changed, yet it felt entirely different to Kimberly Williams now that she stood within it again. The towering ceilings still loomed overhead, painted with elaborate designs meant to impress and dominate in equal measure. Crystal light spilled from the chandelier, scattering across marble floors that reflected everything without mercy. The furniture remained arranged with deliberate precision, each velvet chair and polished table positioned as if the room itself were a stage awaiting a performance. The fire burned low but steady in the massive stone hearth, casting a soft amber glow that clung to the walls and stretched shadows into elegant, watchful shapes. This was a room built to make people feel small unless they belonged to it and tonight, The Woman Scorned was dressed as though she did.

Her reflection appeared everywhere, multiplied in the tall mirrors and glossy surfaces, a version of herself she scarcely recognized. She wore an evening gown of deep sapphire silk that clung to her frame with an intimacy she found unsettling. The fabric caught the light with every shift of her weight, shimmering faintly like water disturbed by movement. The neckline dipped just enough to suggest confidence, while the fitted bodice demanded poise she did not naturally possess. The skirt flowed smoothly to the floor, whispering against marble with each reluctant step. Jewelry adorned her in careful excess. A diamond necklace rested against her collarbone, cool and heavy, its presence impossible to ignore. Matching earrings framed her face, drawing attention to features that usually went unpolished and unrestrained. Her hands felt alien beneath delicate gloves, fingers stiff and uncertain, unused to adornment that served no purpose other than display. Her red hair, once wild and untamed, had been coaxed into controlled elegance. Soft waves cascaded over her shoulders, styled to look effortless while requiring absolute submission to order. She looked like a woman who belonged in this mansion, who might glide through its halls without question. And she hated every second of it.

Kimberly stood rigidly near the center of the room, her posture betraying her discomfort no matter how flawless the illusion. She tugged subtly at the gown when she thought no one was watching, her movements small but persistent, like an animal testing the limits of a trap. Her eyes darted with restless energy, scanning the room not with admiration but with calculation, measuring exits and distances even as she stood dressed in wealth she did not claim as her own.

Lucian Floreschu, the man who considers himself her “uncle”, watched her. He remained composed as ever, the embodiment of calm authority, perfectly at ease in the world he had shaped around them. His suit this evening was charcoal black, tailored with surgical precision, the fabric smooth and matte beneath the warm firelight. A crisp white shirt lay beneath, immaculate and unwrinkled, fastened with dark cufflinks that caught the light only when he moved. His shoes gleamed softly against the floor, silent, controlled, deliberate. His dark hair was styled neatly, framing a face that carried an unreadable expression of satisfaction and intent. He did not need to touch her to assert influence. The way he stood, the way he occupied space, made it clear that Kimberly’s transformation was no accident. It was intentional, orchestrated, and deeply personal. He looked like a man who knew exactly how the world saw him and exactly how he wanted it to see her. The fire crackled softly, the only sound daring to disturb the stillness. Outside, the city waited, distant and irrelevant, while inside the living room the air felt thick with expectation. This was not merely an evening of appearances. It was a test. A rehearsal. A declaration of control disguised as elegance. And Kimberly Williams stood at the center of it all, dressed like a queen in a kingdom that was never meant to be hers, painfully aware that the role she had been forced into would demand far more than just looking the part.

“Y’know, for a Saturday morning cartoon super villain reject, you really do have bad revenge plots.” Kimberly says with venom dripping from her voice. “I mean, I get it, I killed your sisters. You’re pissed and want me to pay the consequences. I’d be pissed too if someone hurt my sisters. But this…” Kim motions first to her outfit and then to the surroundings “...dressing me up like a damn clown and then making me live in this dump…”

“What you call ‘being dressed up like a clown’ others consider elegance personified.” Lucian remarks cooly. “And most would kill to live in an estate as luxurious as this.”

“I would kill to get out of having to live here.” Kimberly says in a threatening tone. Lucian chuckles softly under his breath.

“Ah but murder is what got you into this predicament in the first place? You are good at covering your tracks, Kimberly, very good. But no one is perfect and even the very best are careless enough to leave at least some evidence behind. Evidence that someone like me can use against you.”

“So why don’t you?” Kim snarls. “At this rate I think I’d rather be locked up than to live out this god damn fantasy.”

“You don’t mean that.” Lucian shakes his head. “It’s public knowledge that you are mentally unstable. Well, maybe, maybe not. The people, your fans, enjoy it and are entertained by it and Supreme Championship Wrestling are willing to accept that your insanity is just an act. But you know deep down inside that if these murders were to become public knowledge, you might not get prison time. You might be returned to the mental institution. And that’s what really scares you, isn’t it? You do not want to return to the padded room.”

“Your games won’t work.” Kim insists with a shake of her head. “My friends and my family know me and they know that this isn’t my style. Dressing like this and living in a place like this isn’t who I am they will quickly recognize that something is wrong.”

“Then you had better become a really good actress and convince them that you have had a change of heart.” He says with a cold grin on his face. “Remember, I own you.”

“Why are you doing this?” Kimberly’s voice is steady, cold, and angry. Her eyes are intense. This is not the normal, jovial Kim Williams. This is someone else entirely. Lucian chuckles as he watches her.

“Ah and there she is! The REAL Kimberly Williams! Not that fraud. Not the happy go lucky jokester. Not the fan favorite beloved by one and all. This is who I want.”

“No, you really don’t.” Kim shakes her head. “You have no idea what you are asking for.”

“I know my sister, your foster mother Emma, and I know she would have wanted this darker, evil, malevolent Kimberly and not the clown. That’s who she wanted you to be. I intend to bring that out in you. I intend to bring out the BEST in you. I will finish what my sister started. So make no mistake about it, Kimberly, I am HELPING YOU, not hurting you.”

“Bullshit.”

“Believe what you want. Perhaps a gift will change your mind?”

Lucian snaps his finger. Kimberly braces herself for what may or may not happen next. A few moments later another man emerges from the shadows; a butler. Elderly but dressed to the nines in a black and white suit. He approaches Kimberly without any fear or hesitation. He bows slightly in reverence.

“Ms. Floreschu, my name is Bruce and I…” Without warning Kimberly snaps. The Woman Scorned reaches out with both hands and grabs him around his neck and starts squeezing.

“MY NAME IS WILLIAMS!” She shouts. “I DO NOT ANSWER TO THAT CURSED NAME!”

Kimberly’s face is white hot with rage. She could kill him at any moment. But then laughter, laughter from Lucian Floreschu, fills the air and this causes Kimberly to snap out of it. She releases her grip on Bruce and she backs off. She looks at her hands, the ones that had been squeezing the life out of Bruce, and she is scared. Scared of what she nearly did.

“He is yours.” Lucian says after he finally stops laughing. “Your property. He will do anything you ask. Kill him if you want. My sister Emma murdered her fair share of servants in a blind rage from time to time.” He winks at Kim. “You get that rage from her. You were not that much different, even though you want to believe you are. The only difference is that even in her psychosis, she remained dignified and refined. A proper lady.”

“So is that it?” Kimberly asks. “Is that what you’re trying to do? You want to change me, make me into a carbon copy of Emma and Sorinah?”

“My sister Emma always viewed you as her heir.” Lucian remarks. “Everything she did was to prepare you for that day when you would take over for her, when you would step into her shoes and inherit all of this, inherit her operations. My sister’s failure to properly mold you was due to one minor issue.” He points a finger at Kim. “Emma’s obsessive anger with your mother distracted her. Instead of molding you into a refined, dignified, sociopath, she molded you into a rabid animal and used you against your own family. She was going to finish the job with you later, after you destroyed your own family, but when you got caught and institutionalized she realized her mistake but it was already too late.”

“That’s right, it IS too late…” Kim snaps at him defiantly “...and you cannot change me now!”

“On the contrary, I intend to finish what my sister started. And I will succeed where my sister failed because, unlike my sister, I do not care about your family. Although…” his voice trails off. Kim can tell that he has a plan in mind, a devious one at that, and she doesn’t like the look on his face.

“What?”

“...you know, I actually would like to meet your family.”

“No!” Kim shakes her head. “Absolutely not.”

“Oh yes. It would be the perfect test to see if you can play the role of heiress to the Floreschu empire, to see if you can play the part Emma had wanted you to play for so long. Invite your family over. We will host a dinner party for them; tell them you want to show off your brand new home.”

“You want me to show off this place, a place that I detest, and act like some wealthy snob, around my family?” Kimberly shakes her head. “You’re nuts, you know that? You’re insane! Do you know or even care that I have to wrestle not just once but TWICE in one night next week in New Jersey for Breakdown?”

“Yes, your final two round robin matches in the Shot of Adrenaline Tournament, a tournament you do not particularly want to be in anyway.” Lucian shrugs his shoulders. “So what does it matter to you if you are distracted and are unable to properly fail? So what if Polly and Kemal manage to beat you? You never wanted to be part of this tournament anyway.”

“I care because I am a professional, damn it!” Kim exclaims. “I DO hate this stupid tournament but I am not going to just intentionally throw a match! I am not going to put on a half assed performance! I am going to try and win!”

“Keep that attitude and perhaps someone like Mr. Delatosso will think more highly of you and give you more opportunities. Keep that attitude and you won’t have to worry about wrestling twice on Breakdown, you will win.”

“Why do you care if I win?” Kim asks angrily.

“Because despite what you may think, I do want to see you succeed.”

“No, you want to see your own twisted version of me succeed.” Kim snarls. “Trust me, you do not want to see that version of me come out.”

“Yes, I do.” He nods his head. “I want to see you reach your fullest potential, Kimberly. If that means blackmailing you into it, then so be it. But you will reach your full potential.”