Konrad Raab vs. Kimberly Williams

[The Matt]

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December 9th, 2021
New York City
Off Camera
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Backstage in Madison Square Garden the main event pitting Selena Frost and Cid Turner for the SCW World Championship hasn’t even begun yet. Most of the officials, wrestlers, and everyone else in attendance watching are all on baited breath to see what happens. But there is always an exception to every rule and in this case the exception happens to be none other than “The Woman Scorned” Kimberly Williams. The deranged ginger no longer has any care in the world about the remainder of what happens tonight. She doesn’t care about who walks away as the SCW World Champion. She wasn’t even scheduled to be here tonight in Madison Square Garden. Williams showed up for one reason and one reason only; to see if she happened to win the vote to receive the End of the Year World Title shot.

Yet by a shocking turn of events that vote went to Holly Adams. Of all the people to receive the vote for a world title match, the first ever one on one world title match, Holly Adams, a stuck up, egomaniacal con-artist received a prestigious world championship match thanks to a vote of the people. Is The Woman Scorned disappointed? That would be an understatement. Why wouldn’t the fans vote for her? Kimberly thought that the fans enjoyed her antics. She thought that the fans supported her. Yet they chose Holly. They chose the worst human being alive in Holly Adams to give the world title match. The disappointment was stinging but Williams made up for it in her own unique way. She attacked and assaulted Konrad Raab. If he wants a fight then The Woman Scorned will most definitely give him one.

So what happens from here for Kimberly Williams? That’s anyone’s guess. She can only assume that after attacking Konrad she will no doubt be fighting him sometime down the road. She could end up being his opponent in the death match at the End of the Year show. Or more likely she’ll end up being his “test run”, just like she was Jordan Majors’ “test run” when she was preparing for an underground rules match. It all has gotten rather frustrating for The Woman Scorned and you can tell based on the distraught look on her face as she walks the halls alongside her trusty loyal robot drone, the Dalek.

“MISTRESS!”

“What is it you annoying pepper pot?” Kimberly says with a groan in her voice. Clearly she does not want to be trifled with right now, as Konrad already found out after the attack. But then again, this is a robot, it has no concept of such things. It is probably being controlled by Kim herself.

“WHY ARE WE LEAVING THE GARDEN OF MADISON SQUARE? THE ROYALTY OF SNOW IS TO CHALLENGE THE HOMELESS CID TURNER! WE MUST STAY! WE MUST WATCH!”

“No, we must not.” She points a finger at the Dalek. “You want to stay hoping to find Kennedy Street.”

“CORRECT! I MUST FIND KENNEDY STREET! I MUST EXTERMINATE KENNEDY STREET!”

“I know, I know, you want to marr…” Kim furrows her brow out of curiosity “...wait, EXTERMINATE? I thought you were lusting and drooling over her? Wait, can robots even drool?”

“WE CANNOT!”

“Oh ok…”

“GRACE VAN BEEK IS MY WIFE! I SHALL EXTERMINATE KENNEDY STREET FOR THE GLORY OF THE DALEK EMPIRE AND FOR MY WIFE GRACE VAN BEEK!”

“I don’t think Grace really cares if Kennie is exterminated. Now you might get on Knots’s good side if you exterminated her. But then again, you can’t exterminate her. I didn’t give you any lethal weapons you stupid trash can.”

“...ARE YOU OK, MISTRESS?”

Williams chuckles. “Funny, a genocidal mutant hate drone asks me if I’m feeling ok.”

“...ARE YOU OK, MISTRESS?”

“Do you even know why you’re asking me that? It’s because I programmed you to ask me. Hell, its probably the only way I can get an honest to goodness genuine concern over my well being from anyone out here in this damn company. The fans love me because I torture myself in death matches, the fans love me because I torture people they don’t like with instruments of carnage and mayhem, and yet when I need the people they vote for Holly Adams. She gets rewarded for her bad behavior with a world title match and what do I get for giving the fans what they want? I get that idiot Konrad Raab. I’m probably gonna get him on Breakdown because it makes sense to book him against the Queen of the Death Match when he is competing in a death match at the final show of the year.”

Kim turns and kicks the wall. “I am better than this, damn it!”

“...DOES THIS MEAN YOU ARE NOT OK?”

“Yes, it means I am NOT ok you stupid trash!” Williams sighs and then starts walking again. She motions for the Dalek to follow and, of course, it does. “Now come along, tin can.”

The deranged ginger and her robot drone do not get very far before they are confronted by a man in a fancy suit who steps out from the shadows. He looks middle aged but still rather healthy and fit. Williams studies him carefully, trying to get a read off of him. The Dalek, however, does not waste any time at all.

“INTRUDER! INTRUDER! INTRUDERS MUST BE EXTERMINATED!”

The Dalek starts to roll closer to the man, causing to back away slowly in fear. Kim puts her hand on the Dalek, causing it to stop. “Whoa, hold on there you murderous little troll. We may not want to exterminate the nice man. Let’s hear him out….”

“Thank you, ma’am.”

“...then we can kill him!”

“Uh…well…”

“Oh come on!” Kimberly snickers as she skips over to the man. He is now a little unsure of this. He is not sure if approaching Kim was a good idea. But it is too late now to get away. Williams has him backed up against a wall. “Do you really think I’d murder you right here in a public area? I’m crazy but I’m not stupid. I’d probably drag you out to some abandoned shack in the woods, kill you there, leave your body there, and then burn it all down.”

Williams grins from ear to ear. The man in the fancy suit does not seem to find this very entertaining but he does believe that Kim won’t hurt him. He sighs and nods his head. “Very well. Uh, my name is Rodney Wells. Are you Ms. Kimberly Frances Williams?”

The Woman Scorned nods her head. “Yes. But if you call me Frances again you’re dead. Capiche?”

“Noted.” Wells gulps, feeling a little more uneasy.

“So what do ya want Roddy? Me and my robot have places to go, people to maim!”

“Well, Ms. Williams, I was the financial advisor for the late Sorinah Floreschu.”

“Late?” Kimberly feigns shock. “Sorry is never late! She is always super punctual. Sometimes she’s even early. But she’s never EVER late!”

“I meant that she is deceased, Ms. Williams.”

“Oh that!” Williams giggles. “Why didn’t you just say she’s dead? She bit the big one? She’s in the ground getting eaten by worms? What’s so bad about the “D” word? She’s dead!” Williams wraps an arm around Rodney’s shoulders. “Say it, Roddy. She’s dead!”

“Uh…”

“Dead!”

“She’s….dead?”

“Right! There you go!” Kim lets go of him. She straightens his suit jacket for him. “Now what about ol’ dead Sorry Sorinah?”

“Ahem, yes,” Rodney Wells is clearly unsure what to make of the deranged Kimberly Williams. Is she, or anyone for that matter, really as crazy as this? Certainly this must be just an act. Surely this is just for show. Rodney used to work for Sorinah Floreschu and she, too had her own unique quirks about her. Rodney brushes off his initial concerns about Kimberly’s mental fitness and presses forward. “Well, I have been trying to track down the heir to Ms. Floreschu’s estate. I was quite surprised to find that you were the heir, Ms. Williams.”

Kimberly grins from ear to ear. This does not come as a surprise to her. Williams had kidnapped and imprisoned Sorinah in the shack in the middle of the Massachusetts wilderness. And during that time she had managed to get Sorinah’s will changed to name Kimberly the sole heir to her entire estate. It was quite easy, considering Sorinah had no biological living relatives. The closest thing Sorinah had to family was Kimberly. Sorinah’s sister, Emma, was Kimberly’s foster mother. It wouldn’t be that much of a stretch that Kimberly would be the heir. The only hard part was forging the paperwork. That, too, was rather easy for someone as skilled as Kim. But Rodney does not know any of this. So Kimberly decides to have fun with him for just a moment.

“Well see, Sorinah’s sister Emma, she wasn’t very nice. She kidnapped me from my mother’s arms at my birth. She made me into the psychopath I am today. So that kinda makes me Sorinah’s psychotic little niece, now doesn’t it?”

Rodney chuckles. “You are quite the story teller, Ms. Williams.”

“That’s what Sorry used to say! Anyway, Sorry had no children, her sister was butchered, maimed, and killed years earlier, and Sorry had no friends either. That kinda just left me! She left everything to little ol’ me!” Kim pokes a finger onto Rondey’s chest. “But who are you? And what do you care about me and Sorry?”

“I’m glad you finally asked.” Wells says, grinning smugly. “I was Ms. Floreschu’s financial advisor. Despite her humble living she had quite a vast amount of finances available to her. And since you are now the one in possession of all of her estate, including her vast unused wealth, I am here to offer my services merely as a financial advisor to you.”

“A financial advisor? You think I would want a financial advisor?”

“Well it is quite a substantial sum of money. You could use the assistance and…”

Williams rolls her eyes. “Look, pal, I’m not one of those stuck up suits like you. I’m not a rich bitch like Kennedy Street who hires goons to do her dirty work for her. I prefer to get my own hands dirty. I am not some fool like Blake Mason who buys the entire freaking Rise To Greatness pre-show just to make Bree happy only to have Bree leave his happy ass shortly thereafter! And I am also not like the people out there who fall for stupid campaigns paid for by Holly Adams. Holly may as well have bought the world title shot. If I really wanted to put down the World Champion I would just wait to find out who won the title, Cid or Selena, and slit their damn throat. I don’t need fan support to do that and I don’t need money to do that. I can easily make myself happy and keep myself entertained without your assistance, without becoming a sell out like them.”

Williams snaps her fingers. Immediately the Dalek pops to life. “EXTERMINATE! EXTERMINATE! EXTERMINATE!” Suddenly the Dalek sprays Rodney Wells with ghost pepper hot sauce, completely ruining his suit. Williams chuckles. “See? I just ruined your expensive suit. But don’t worry, since Sorry was loaded with cash and I now have that cash I’ll just buy you a new one. Sound fair, Roddy?”

“Uh, yes. Fair enough. But, Ms. Williams, may I please suggest one thing?”

Kimberly rolls her eyes. “Make it quick because I am finding it very hard to restrain myself from killing you right now.”

Wells reaches into his pocket and produces a card. He hands it to Kim. She looks at it. It has his name and contact information on it. “Think about my offer. Just think about it and if you change your mind, give me a call.”

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December 13th, 2021
Boston, Massachusetts
Off Camera
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It has been a few days since Breakdown. Kimberly’s suspicions were proven to be fact; Konrad Raab is in a death match at the End of the Year Show and, of course, that means he must face Kimberly Williams one on one on Breakdown before said death match. Why? Because it’s Kim. And she is still feeling the stinging disappointment of not receiving the fan vote to get the SCW World Title Match at the End of the Year show. Williams feels, in a way, as if she has been betrayed by her fanbase, or at the very least forgotten. Normally she would talk to family about this situation but her half-sister and tag team partner Jessica Lasiewicz left SCW. And her distant cousin Glory Braddock is busy chasing the World Championship. Kimberly has been left to tackle her personal problems by talking to a robot, her Dalek.

That needs to change. Kim knows this. What does Kimberly do when she feels as if she has exhausted all other options? She falls back on the one constant she has always had in her life: her identical twin sister, Marie Jones. Marie and Kim used to be bitter rivals. Kim at one point felt extremely jealous of Marie. But at the lowest point of Kim’s life, when she was spending time in an insane asylum, it was Marie who visited her. Everyone else in the family was prepared to give up on Kim, including her own mother, but Marie refused to give up on her. Marie practically rescued Kimberly from self-destruction. Kimberly has not forgotten that and has remained fiercely loyal to her twin sister from then on. Now, in this moment of crisis, Williams hopes that maybe she can find some hope and assistance from her twin sister yet again.

The identical twin siblings are sitting inside of a small cafe in Boston, Massachusetts. They are at a table in the far corner. Marie has a latte in front of her while Kim is drinking a cup of straight black coffee.

“It’s great seeing you again, Kim. Ever since I left SCW we don’t talk that much and I hate it.”

“Yeah, it sucks.” Kim turns her coffee mug up and practically guzzles it all down in one gulp “I miss you, Marie.”

Jones tilts her head to one side and frowns. “Uh, you should probably drink that slower. Y’know? So you can enjoy it.”

“I do enjoy it.”

Marie shrugs her shoulders. “Whatever floats your boat. Anyway, I heard you are facing that freak from the stone age Konrad Raab.” Marie smirks knowingly. “What do you have planned for him?”

“Oh I know what everyone wants from me. SCW wants me to give him a good fight to test him, to see if he’s ready for a death match at the End of the Year Special. The fans want me to butcher and maim his old ass.”

Jones points a finger at her twin sister. “But what do YOU want to do, Kim?”

“I haven’t decided yet. I may just not show up.”

“That doesn’t sound like the Kimberly Williams I know.” Jones states. “Is there anything wrong?”

Before Kim can answer, the waitress returns with a big container of coffee. Kim takes it out of her hand, tilts it up, and starts chugging the coffee. Marie blushes in embarrassment. “Uh, sorry about my sister, she’s a little upset.”

“No worries.” The waitress says. She waits until Kim is done chugging the coffee. Then Kim hands it back to her. The waitress nervously walks away. Marie then begins addressing Kim again.

“What’s wrong, Kim? Obviously something is bothering you.”

“A lot is bothering me, Marie. My career isn’t where it should be. I know I am capable of so much more than what SCW is giving me. I know I’m not your typical wrestler and I didn’t expect SCW to support me but I thought that at least I had the fan support. But they voted for Holly Adams over me in the End of the Year voting! I give the fans what they want but they refuse to support me when I need them. Then this stranger comes outta nowhere and thinks he can tell me what to do, just because he was Sorinah Floreschu’s financial advisor and I inherited all her money. Well newsflash to him? I do not need him!” Kim points a finger at Marie. “But you…you have always given me good advice, Marie.”

“Well, I appreciate that Kim and…” Jones pauses as she thinks back to what her twin sister just said. “...wait, did you just say inheritance?”

“Yeah. Remember Sorinah?”

“That weird manager lady. Didn’t she die?”

“Yes. And she left everything to me.” Kim noticeably leaves out the part about how Kim kidnapped and murdered Sorinah. Marie suspects as much but doesn’t care. Sorinah was not a good person and Marie knows it. What Marie does care about is the fact that Kim now has come into possession of a large sum of money.

“And this guy wants to help you spend it?”

“Not exactly.” She shrugs her shoulders. “He wants to be my financial advisor. But I don’t need advice on spending that money. I’m not gonna sp end the damn money. I refuse to live a life of luxury.”

“But Kim, think of what you could do with such wealth. A huge mansion, nice fancy cars, swimming pools galore, and…”

“No!” Kim shakes her head. “That kind of stuff is your style. You love the luxury, you love living a nice life. And that’s fine for you. But me? I prefer to stay grounded. I like to keep myself reminded of where I came from and keep myself reminded of what the common, every day person has to deal with. And I do that by refusing to take advantage of wealth. I have already had access to a nice place, nice stuff, before this inheritance. Do you think I’ll suddenly change now?”

Marie shakes her head. “No, I don’t think so.”

“Exactly.”

“But Kim, remember when you told me about our dad? What was he trying to do near the end of his life?”

“Why does that matter?”

“Just humor me.” Marie presses. Kim sighs out of frustration.

“He wanted to redeem himself and the family name. He wanted to do some good to make up for the bad he’s done.”

“Right, so why don’t you do that? You have a ton of money now. You have more money than most people in this business right now. You don’t even truly need this business, that’s how much wealth you have. So if you’re not going to use it to make your own life more comfortable, why not use it to do some good?”

“Like what?” Kim is intrigued by what Marie is suggesting.

“Charity work. Or hell, start your own charity. Donate it to someone in need. I’m not sure because the possibilities are endless. But that financial advisor guy of yours might know of a thing or two you can use it on.”

The Woman Scorned pauses momentarily to think about her twin sister’s suggestion. Kim then nods her head. “You know what? That makes a lot of sense. I think I’ll call Roddy back and tell him that I’ll give him a chance.”

“Good.”

“And Marie…” Kim reaches out and grabs her sister’s hands “...I want you to join me on this.”

“Me?”

“Yes. I want to continue dad’s work. I want to help redeem the Williams name and, let’s face it, you are a Williams too. And you are smarter than me. Who better to lead the charge in this endeavor than you? And maybe you can advise me on where I go from here in my wrestling career too?”

Marie smirks knowingly. “That’s right, who better than me to lead this? You got it, Kim. I’ll help you in any way I can.”