SCW Underground Championship Breakdown Turmoil (Open to everyone)

[The Matt]

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February 14th, 2026
Boston, Massachusetts
Off Camera
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The Shot of Adrenaline Tournament came to a frustrated end for Kimberly Williams when Polly Pignotti cost Kimberly Williams her semi-final match against Dexter Grant. The Woman Scorned had hoped to go farther than her mother ever had in Shot of Adrenaline and actually win the whole thing. Instead it was not to be; what’s even more frustrating is the obvious prejudice against her from the new CEO Frank Delatosso. He doesn’t value what Kimberly Williams brings to the table. He doesn’t view her as an asset. Being told that she cannot wrestle doesn’t bother The Woman Scorned. She doesn’t feel as if she needs to prove herself to anyone. But she does enjoy entertaining her fans, her beloved Kimmymaniacs, and the notion that she isn’t valued does bother her, the idea that he would rather see her gone from SCW does bother her.

Still, there is some light at the end of the tunnel. CHBK did work his magic and managed to book a special match to determine a new Underground Champion, a championship now declared vacant with Enigma The Monster Machine leaving the company. Kimberly had hoped to get Enigma one on one but CHBK’s consolation prize is just as good; a massive open invitational gauntlet for the title and, based upon the rules of the match, it seems to be eerily reminiscent of Kimberly’s own Trios Tournament Cash In Match, the same one where she won back the SCW Underground Title a few years ago. Can lightning strike twice and The Woman Scorned win the title again? She certainly hopes so. But, if nothing else, Williams at least feels confident knowing that she has an advantage heading into next week’s war.

One would think, knowing Kimberly, that she would be ecstatic at not only having a shot at the Underground Championship, but having in a match of this type, a match that is certain to guarantee chaos. Yes, she is excited, but it is hard to tell due to her mind being elsewhere. After all, it is Valentine’s Day and The Woman Scorned feels nearly isolated from everyone. Even her relationship with Tommy Wasley has been on the rocks lately due to changes in Kimberly Williams. Changes that have come about due to none other than Lucian Floreschu, brother of the sociopath Emma Floreschu who raised Kimberly. Lucian’s influence has been nothing but negative for Kimmy but there’s little she can do about it. He has evidence of crimes she has committed, crimes that could land her in prison. Kimmy must cooperate with Lucian or risk losing everything.

Thus on this Valentine’s Day she is all alone except for one of the few people who remain by her side; her identical twin sister Marie Jones.

The bar sat on a side street just off one of the busier stretches of Boston, close enough to the city’s pulse to feel alive but tucked away enough to offer a sense of privacy. From the outside it looked unremarkable, brick facade weathered by decades of harsh winters and humid summers, a modest neon sign glowing faintly in the window. Inside, though, it carried the comfortable weight of familiarity. Dark wooden floors bore the scuffs and scratches of countless nights. The air smelled faintly of hops, citrus, and polished wood, layered with the low hum of conversation that never quite faded. Soft amber lights hung over the bar and scattered throughout the room, casting everything in a warm, forgiving glow. Music drifted from overhead speakers, not loud enough to dominate but present enough to soften the silences between groups. Behind the long polished counter, shelves of liquor bottles rose like a colorful skyline, glass catching and refracting light with every movement. Televisions mounted in corners played muted sports highlights while patrons leaned close to one another at small round tables, sharing drinks and fragments of their day.

Kimberly Williams and her identical twin sister, Marie Jones, sat at one of those small tables near the back, partially shielded by a structural column that gave them a modest sense of separation from the rest of the room. The table was just large enough for their glasses and a small bowl of pretzels that had gone mostly untouched. Marie looked entirely at ease in the setting, wearing dark fitted jeans paired with a soft cream blouse that draped elegantly over her frame. The fabric was light and flattering without appearing formal, tucked neatly at the waist and complemented by a thin leather belt. A tailored blazer in a muted gray rested over her shoulders, casual enough for the bar but refined enough to suggest she had come from somewhere more polished earlier in the day. Her makeup was subtle yet deliberate, enhancing her natural features, and her hair fell in smooth waves that looked intentional without appearing overly styled. A delicate necklace rested at her collarbone, catching the candlelight whenever she shifted. Marie’s posture was relaxed but poised, shoulders back, hands loosely wrapped around her glass.

Across from her sat Kimberly Williams, the self-proclaimed Queen of the Death M atch, dressed in a way that felt deliberately uncomplicated. She wore faded black jeans and worn boots that had seen better days, the leather creased and softened from use. A loose simple black t-shirt hung over her frame, partially obscured by an unzipped hoodie that had clearly been thrown on without much thought. The sleeves were pushed up past her wrists, revealing faint marks on her knuckles from training. Her hair was pulled back into a low messy tie, strands escaping around her face in a way that would have annoyed her on any other night but now went largely unnoticed. Kimberly’s glass sat in front of her, condensation sliding slowly down the side. She had not touched it much. Her hands rested flat against the table for long stretches, fingers tapping occasionally in distracted rhythm. The usual spark in her eyes, that restless humor and mischievous curiosity that often defined her, was muted. She stared past Marie at times, gaze unfocused, as if her thoughts were happening somewhere several miles away.

There was a heaviness about her that did not belong to the setting. In a room filled with laughter, clinking glasses, and the easy rise and fall of casual conversation, Kimberly felt slightly removed, like a figure placed into the scene but not fully participating in it. The warm lighting softened the edges of the world around her but did nothing to ease the tension in her jaw or the faint crease between her brows.

And Marie could tell.

“Kimmy, you have been awfully quiet lately…” she motions to her drink “...and you have barely touched your drink.”

“Yeah, well, I have a lot on my mind. People to maim, lots of them, all coming up on Breakdown!” Kim exclaims, trying to feign excitement about her upcoming chane to reclaim the prize she values most of all; the SCW Underground Championship. In doing so she would break the record, she would be a six time Underground Champion. It is the one thing she wants more than anything else, above all else. She has been fighting, scratching, and clawing for this opportunity for a long time now. Yet here it is and her mind seems adrift.

“Yes, and I would think you would be more excited about this opportunity.” Marie says, arching her brow. “Are you worried about what that new CEO might do? If he might get involved or…”

“Of course Franky will likely try to get involved!” Kim snaps angrily. “The Not So Nice Mr. D can’t stand someone like yours truly having happiness and joy! He will move mountains to try and stop me from achieving my goal! So yeah, Marie, I am a little concerned about that little bastard…”

The contrast between the sisters was subtle yet unmistakable. Marie leaned forward at times, attentive and present, her movements fluid and grounded. Kimberly leaned back, shoulders tight, eyes flickering toward the door more often than necessary. Even seated, she carried the posture of someone bracing for interruption. Around them, the bar continued its steady rhythm. A group near the jukebox erupted in brief laughter. Glasses clinked. The bartender polished a surface that had already been polished. Outside, headlights swept past the windows in fleeting streaks of white and red, reminders that the city never truly stopped moving.

At their small table in the back, though, time felt slower. The candle between them burned steadily, its light reflecting in identical eyes that carried very different expressions. One sister seemed composed and quietly curious about the evening ahead. The other appeared caught in something heavier, something she had not yet decided how to name. The noise of the bar wrapped around them, warm and familiar, but it did not quite reach Kimberly Williams. She sat in the center of it all, dressed down and distant, her usual brightness dimmed in a way that even the amber glow could not conceal.

“Kimmy…” Marie’s voice trails off, she can tell something is wrong and she will not let it go “...you are off, something about you is off.”

“What can I say?” Kim shrugs her shoulders. “I have what could be my final chance to become Underground Champion next week and if I want to leave with the title I have to destroy the entire damned locker room. So yeah, I AM a bit off.”

“It’s not that.” Marie shakes her head. “You have never shied away from a fight, especially one like this. This is your wheelhouse. Hell, you practically invented this…remember your Trios Cash In? This is so similar to it. And you exited with the gold then, so you should have the advantage here. There’s no need for you to be this nervous.”

“Hey, there’s a fist time for everything.”

“No, I just think you’re hiding something.” Jones states pointedly. She points a finger at her troubled twin. “You have changed, Kimmy.”

“Please…” Kim scoffs, trying to feign as if nothing is wrong. Yet secretly she is nervous, and yes, she has changed, she has changed ever since Lucian Floreschu entered her life and has tried to dominate it and tried to control her. The Woman Scorned had hoped no one would notice. Yet her sister Marie is onto her…

“Kimmy, you have changed, and I’m not the only one to have noticed.” Marie points out. “Let me help you.”

“You can’t help me.” Kim shakes her head.

“That’s what you said when you were locked up in the mental institution, remember? You tried to run me off, insisting that I couldn’t help, but I kept coming back to visit each and every day.”

“Yeah, I remember…” Kim snickers “...you are stubborn like that…”

“I’m going to be stubborn again until you let me help you.” Marie folds her arms over her chest. “Now spill. What’s wrong with you?”

The Queen of the Death Match pauses for just a brief moment. She could continue to hide the truth from her sister, from her entire family, but the more she thinks about it, the more Kim realizes that she is near her breaking point. Lucian is pushing her to her limits, he is trying to strip her of everything she loves. Kim has kept her family out of this for now but the words Marie stated were strong. The memory shared is forever etched in her mind; Marie was the only person willing to reach out and help her while she was incarcerated. Could Marie help her her now? Does Kim even dare drag her into this problem of hers?

“I just…” Kim’s voice trails off.

“Is it Tommy?” Marie asks curiously. “I mean, it IS Valentine’s Day and yet here you are, spending it with me instead of your boyfriend.”

There it is, an opening. Marie unknowingly provided Kim with an excuse, something else to blame this whole thing on. And she technically wouldn’t be lying. Tommy has noticed the changes in Kim as well, changes that took place ever since Lucian entered into her life, and he has not liked it. Not one bit.

“Yeah, well…I admit, Tommy and I have been going through a bit of a rough patch.”

“What’s wrong?”

“Remember how we recently moved into that nice big house?”

“More like a mansion.” Marie states. “But yes, I remember.”

“He isn’t adjusting to the move very well.” Kim answers. “All of that luxury, having staff, all of it, it just isn’t his style. I suppose it’s created some tension between us.”

“That’s rather surprising.” Marie answers back. “I mean, if anyone would have hated that kind of move, the transition to that kind of lifestyle, I would think it would be you. Yet you jumped right into it feet first without looking back.”

“Oh what can I say? Sometimes change is necessary, y’know what I mean? It is good to have a change of scenery.”

“This isn’t a simple change of scenery, Kimmy, this is an entire change of your lifestyle.” Marie states pointedly. “I remember how you lived for years in a place so dilapidated that it barely is considered liveable. Yet now you’re in a luxurious mansion that me and mom are even jealous of?”

“Marie…”

“Nope, you are not talking your way out of this one.” Jones shakes her head. “It is nearly impossible to hide something from a twin sister. I know something is wrong and you won’t tell me.”

“I already told you. Tommy and I are having a bit of a rough patch.”

“And I don’t buy it.” Marie shakes her head. “This isn’t just Tommy. There’s something else and I am beginning to connect the dots. You have changed, Kimmy, and it all started when that creep, Emma’s brother, came into your life.”

“Lucian.” Kim says quietly.

“Yes, him.” Marie answers back sharply.

“Look, Lucian isn’t like Emma.” Kim is now openly lying. It makes her feel guilty to lie to her twin but she feels as if she has no choice. She doesn’t want to get Marie involved in this. “Emma was a monster. She nearly ruined both of our lives.”

“That’s putting it mildly, considering she tried to take both of us away from our mother at birth.”

“Exactly and all Lucian is doing is trying to make things right.”

“Really? Are you trying to convince me or yourself?” Marie shakes her head. “None of it makes sense, Kim. You went from being this wild, eccentric happy-go-lucky girl who prefers the simpler things in life to…living in a lavish estate. You have staff. Your relationship with Tommy is in danger. All of it happened since Lucian arrived.”

The Woman Scorned looks into Marie’s eyes…those are the same intense eyes she remembers oh so well. Whenever Marie sets her mind to something she never quits, just like she never quit on Kimberly when Kim was put in the mental institution. Williams doesn’t want to bring her twin sister into this but she realizes that she is backed into a corner, Marie already knows too much, and it is highly doubtful Marie will stop.

“Fine…” Kim takes her glass of alcohol, the one she has barely touched, and downs most of it in one big gulp before slamming it onto the table “...but before I say anything, just know that you cannot help me…”

“You’re crazy.” Marie says.

“What else is new?”

“I mean it. You’re crazy if you think I can’t help or that I won’t help.”

“And I mean it when I say that you cannot help me with this problem.”

“What do you mean?” Marie asks.

“Lucian has damning evidence against me, evidence of certain crimes I committed.”

“What crimes?” Marie asks. “You already served your time for kidnapping me.”

“Not that.” Kim shakes her head. “Remember your ex-boyfriend, the abusive one who used to beat you, Damian?”

“Yes, what about him?”

“He didn’t disappear, Marie. I killed him.”

“What?” Marie’s eyes go wide. “How…when…?”

“Remember when he came back around and tried to convince you he had changed and tried to get back together with you?”

“Yes.” Marie nods her head. “I told him to go away.”

“Yes, well, he didn’t go away. He came back, only he ran into me and thought I was you. So I agreed to go on a date with him, just to see if he had changed. He quickly started being abusive again so I found a shard of glass and cut his throat.”

“Kimmy…”

“There’s more.” Kim says. “Emma? We all know she is dead but no one knows how she died. That was me too. I burned her alive in a cabin in the middle of nowhere. I thought she needed to pay for what she did to us, to our mom, so I made her pay with her life.”

“What about Sorinah?” Marie asks. Emma and Lucian’s sister?”

“She wanted to manage my life and career just like Emma did. And like Emma, she was just as manipulative and cold. I quickly realized that she and Emma were the same basic monster, so I poisoned her.”

“And Lucian…” Marie’s voice trails off. Kim nods her head.

“Yes, Lucian has evidence against me. He knows I committed those murders and he has evidence to prove it. As long as I do what he asks he won’t turn me over to the police.” Kim sighs, tears form in her eyes. “That’s why I’m living in that mansion. That’s why I signed over control of my real estate business to Lucian. Everything I have done, he claims is for me, but in reality he is trying to control me. He wants to change me, Marie. He wants to finish the job Emma started. In his sick mind he sees me as Emma’s natural heir.”

There is another long, silence pause between the sisters. Marie watches as Kim takes her drink and finishes it off in another big gulp. Kimberly feels slightly better that she got all of this off of her chest but she still is concerned about how her sister will feel about her now that she knows of the horrible things that she did.

“Kimmy, I won’t pretend that I agree with what you did, because I don’t…” she reaches out and places her hands on Kim’s hands “...but I can help you. I want to help you.”

“You can’t help me.” Kim shakes her head. “My only options are to confess and go to prison or let Lucian continue to run my life.” She sighs. “I didn’t even want to involve you in this, Marie. I’ve been trying to shield you and the rest of my family. So please, if you want to help, truly help, just pretend that I never said anything to you.”