Syren, Deanna Frost & Kimberly Williams vs. The European Fiery Nation

[The Matt]

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On Camera
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The stretch of sand was unusually quiet for Panama City Beach, a rare pocket of calm along a shoreline that was often alive with vacationers, music, and the constant churn of activity. The Gulf of Mexico rolled in steady waves beneath a sky that seemed impossibly wide, its pale blue fading toward gold as the sun hung low in the late afternoon. The water shifted in shades of turquoise and deep green, each wave cresting with white foam before sliding gently onto the shore and dissolving into the sand. The beach itself looked almost untouched. The sand was fine and pale, nearly white in places, and it reflected the sunlight in a way that made the entire stretch of coastline seem to glow. Small shells dotted the surface here and there, tiny fragments of the ocean’s quiet offerings scattered along the tide line. A few seabirds drifted lazily overhead, their cries echoing faintly as they circled the water and occasionally dipped low to investigate the shoreline. Farther down the coast, distant buildings and hotels stood like a hazy skyline against the horizon, but here the beach felt surprisingly isolated. The wind carried the scent of salt and warm sand, and the only steady sound was the rhythm of the surf rolling in and pulling back again. Standing near the edge of the water was Kimberly Williams, and The Queen of the Death Match brought with her a completely different kind of energy than the calm surrounding her.

The Woman Scorned was dressed in a loose sleeveless tank top that clung comfortably to her frame, the fabric light enough to move with the breeze coming off the ocean. It hung casually over a pair of denim shorts that had clearly seen their share of sun and sand. The edges of the shorts were frayed from wear, and the pockets stuck out slightly beneath the hem in a way that suggested they had never been intended to be fashionable. Her feet were bare, toes sinking slightly into the soft sand whenever she shifted her weight. A pair of flip flops had been tossed nearby, half buried already by the wind and shifting grains. The ocean breeze played constantly with her hair, lifting strands of her red curls and tossing them around her face in restless waves. The sunlight caught the color in her hair and turned it almost copper in places, a bright contrast against the pale beach behind her. Tucked firmly under one arm was the most unusual companion anyone might expect to see on a beach.

Her beloved penguin plushie and now former SCW Underground Champion, Wasley.

The large penguin plushie was impossible to ignore. Its soft black and white body contrasted sharply with the brightness of the sand, and its stitched orange beak and feet gave it a permanently cheerful expression that looked almost mischievous beneath the sunlight. The plush toy was big enough that Kimberly had to hold it with both arms to keep it steady when the wind picked up. For reasons that only made the situation even more absurd and amusing, and made sense only to Kimmy herself, Wasley was dressed for the beach as well. A tiny bikini had been carefully fitted over the penguin’s plush body. The sight of a stuffed penguin wearing a bikini on an otherwise quiet beach was ridiculous in the best possible way. Kimberly seemed deeply pleased with it.

“Wasted away again in Kimmyvitaville! Searching for my lost shaker of salt!” She raises Wasley high in the air. “SALT! SALT! SALT! Now some people believe that there’s a CEO to blame. Now I think, hell it could be my fault!” The Woman Scorned snickers.

“See, with Breakdown coming to you and all of my Kimmymaniacs live from Panama Beach City, Florida, I am thinking that after me, Deanna, and Satan win our match, the three of us can go out for some good old fashioned karaoke fun. I’m always down for some fun with my friend Deanna. And hell, I’ll even put the past behind us for one night only and enjoy a celebratory night with you, Satan, because there’s no better way to celebrate a successfully executed slaughter fest than alcoholic beverages and karaoke. But seriously, Kimmymaniacs, who would have expected this? Who would have expected the woman who drove the Frosts nuts several years ago and up until just recently tried to maim Satan would now be working on the same side as those two? It’s like…like…THE REVENGERS! Revengers Assemble!” Kimberly strikes an absurdly dramatic pose with Wasley.

“Before I go any further, I want to make something perfectly clear, because I do not want to tarnish my reputation amongst my bazillions of Kimmymaniacs out there who buy all of my wonderfully absurd merchandise…so let me get one thing straight right here and right now; last Breakdown I came to the ring to help Light in the Darkness because I DO respect them. I came to that ring to help Deanna Frost because I like her and consider a friend. But you, Satan, our beloved SCW World Champion,” she shakes her head “you just happened to be in the right place and the right time. Honestly? Same goes for Shaun Cruiserweight. I don’t dislike you, but I’m not sure I like you, either. Still iffy on you. Jury is out, as they say. And this match on the Spring Break edition of Breakdown, The Revengers against The European Fiery Nation, I am doing this for Deanna. I am NOT doing this for you, Satan.”

“I suppose that makes you an honorary Revenger now.” Kimmy reaches off camera and then produces a black t-shirt with the images of Deanna, Kimberly, and Syren printed on the front and the word ‘Revengers’ printed underneath them. There are devil horns on Syren’s head, of course. “I got each one of us a t-shirt so we can have matching shirts heading into battle against the Nation of European Fiery People. See? I am being a team player. And I will do my part to make sure our team successfully tears the Fiery Europeans apart limb by limb right here in Panama Beach City, Florida! So yes, to address that one elephant in the room YOU CAN TRUST ME to do my part, Satan, but not because I like you; you just happen to be in the right place at the right time.” She winks playfully at the camera.

“Now let’s turn the attention to the people in the wrong place at the wrong time.” She points a finger at the camera. “That would be Federico Cappuchino, Dakon Theory, and Ludvig Leif Eriksson. You three find yourselves in the wrong place at the wrong time standing across the ring from me when I have bloodlust on my mind. Then again, you can’t blame me, you can’t blame Deanna, and you can’t even blame Satan…although I do like blaming her for things because, let’s face it, most everything is her fault…but for once this time it isn’t her fault. This one is all on you.”

‘What started as a simple match between Satan and Gavin Taylor turned into something resembling the Hunger Games or Game of Thrones. Just an all out war. Nothing but chaos. Why did everyone decide to suddenly run down and get involved? I mean, I can explain myself. I am crazy; need I say more? Plus my friend Deanna was under attack and I was not going to let her fight by herself. Add to that the fact that you cannot keep me away from chaos and you just knew I would involve myself. It makes sense. But you three? Why would the Fiery European Nationals decide to stick their nose into this, into something that really doesn’t have anything to do with them? Unless you wanted to help shorten Satan’s career, in which case I wish you well!” She flashes a playful thumbs up.

“But no, you went after Deanna too. Were you acting on someone’s orders or were you just itching for a fight and figured, why not?” Williams shrugs her shoulders. “I don’t know and, quite frankly, I don’t care. You stepped into the chaos and now you have to deal with the chaos. You entered the world of chaos and I am the ONE TRUE Queen of Chaos. Not only that but I have the Adrenaline Champion and the World Champion standing by my side, both of whom also know how to deal with chaos, both of whom want their pound of flesh and, seeing as I am in a sharing mood, I will gladly let them have it. In other words, this won’t be a nice day at the beach for you.” She snickers.

“See what I did there? Beach?” She looks down at Wasley and frowns. “Shut up, Wasley! My attempt at humor IS funny!” She turns and looks back at the camera. “Don’t listen to Wasley, ever since he became a former Underground Champion he’s let the star power go to his head. You three won’t have to worry about that happening to you. Don’t take it the wrong way, I don’t mean that you’re never going to be stars. I’m sure there are other European Fiery Folk in other European Fiery Nations that are big fans of yours. You won’t let that kind of star power go to your head because I am going to knock your damn heads off before you get the chance.”

“Cappuchino. Theory. Leif Eriksson. To be fair I am actually looking forward to this; your old pal Oktoberfest and I, we’ve had many great wars together. We’ve shed each other’s blood. We’ve destroyed one another. Those were great memories and I look forward to making similar memories with you, starting on Spring Break Breakdown. So no hard feelings, nothing personal, and I really mean that, but sometimes a psychopath has to do what a psychopath has to do and what this psychopath has to do is rip you to shreds right here in Panama Beach City, Florida!”