Davis vs. Raab vs. Williams

[Braddock]

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July 18th, 2023
Boston, Massachusetts
Off Camera
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It has been twenty four hours since Kimberly Williams tapped into her unhinged psychotic self in an attempt to scare straight the three juvenile delinquents who have been terrorizing her nephew, Sean Connor Jones. Perhaps it was a bit of a distraction from the other major event taking place this week, namely Rise To Greatness weekend taking place Friday, Saturday, and Sunday. It will be the twentieth Rise To Greatness event and Kimberly is set to defend her SCW Underground Championship against Justin Davis and Konrad Raab. Most normal wrestlers would have focused on this huge championship match at what is arguably the most important event of the year for any promotion and just let the child’s parents deal with such a problem. The thing is that Kim is not a normal wrestler, she is deranged. Plus, her sister, Sean’s mother, is a single mother having to raise him on her own. Family is very important to Kimberly, even more important than her beloved SCW Underground Championship. She does not want to see Marie have to raise Sean on her own. She also does not want to see Sean grow up to be corrupted like her or have that bad reputation of his namesake, Kim and Marie’s father Sean Williams. While it may come as a surprise, legacy is important to Kim. She knows that her and Marie’s uncle Douglas was convicted of rape and murder, and that their father Sean was suspected of being involved but was never tried or convicted. Such a connection puts a stain on their legacy, even if this connection is known by very few people outside the immediate family. Plus there is Kimberly’s own reputation for criminal acts. She spent time in a mental institution for kidnapping. She looks at Sean and she sees a fork in the road, she sees a kid who could go down the same path her father Sean Williams went down, the same path she went down; or a kid who could go down a different path and be a better person. Kimberly wants to help her nephew become a better person than she ever could hope to be, and if that means ridding Sean’s life of bad influences then so be it. Those bad influences come in the form of Kyle, Jackson, and Max, three kids who tried to corrupt Sean and later when he snitched on them turned against him and harassed him.

Kimberly is hopeful that her ‘scared straight’ program has done its job and has put an end to their brief reign of terror. She is hopeful that Sean will no longer have to worry about those three bothering him anymore. With these hopeful thoughts in mind, and realizing that she still has an important task ahead of her, Kimberly is putting her entire focus on Rise To Greatness and her defense of the SCW Underground Championship; another legacy that is very important to The Woman Scorned. Kimberly not only helped resurrect the Underground Championship, but she has been the primary driving force in reestablishing it as a popular, prestigious championship in SCW. Last year at Rise To Greatness it came into prominence as the main event of the Pre-Show when Kim defended against Deanna Frost. This year Kim faces a different challenge, potentially a more difficult task, as she faces two opponents, not just one. And these aren’t two newbies to the Underground division. Justin Davis and Konrad Raab are both former SCW Underground Champions in their own right. She has work cut out for her but The Queen of the Death Match is confident that she can get the job done in Toronto.

The Woman Scorned currently is sitting on a ratty, filthy, tore up sofa that is probably a health hazard. The living room itself is very dilapidated and more than likely barely passed inspection. This isn’t the ideal living conditions for someone who is as wealthy as Kim Williams but that’s ok, Kim does not want to live in the lap of luxury. The more humble, the better. The deranged ginger is wearing torn denim jeans, flip flops, and a German themed t-shirt with the word “Oktoberfest” printed on the front. Sitting in her lap is her hamster Caligula, and Caligula’s cage is sitting on the sofa next to her.

“Last year was soooooo disappointing, Caligula.” Kim says as she strokes her hamster. “I lost my precious title to Deanna…”

“Yeah, yeah, don’t remind me.” Caligula ‘says’, of course its Kim providing the voice for her hamster. “You were moping your lousy ass around this dump for weeks.”

“Can you blame me?” Kim asks.

“Nothing to be ashamed of. That Frosty bitch is talented and one sexy piece of meat, meow…actually, that last bit probably doesn’t matter.”

“Oh hush you pervert.” Kim scolds. “Deanna is a human and you are a hamster.”

“Don’t stop my wet dreams!”

“Are you gonna get all pervy over my opponents this year?” Kim asks curiously.

“Hell no! Raab is too fucking old. Davis? I suppose he’s handsome but I’m not into guys, so…”

“You’re a hamster.” Kim points out. “What does gender have to do with anything at this point?”

“You actually make sense for once you dumb fuck. Hey, if Justin beats you maybe I’ll go and spank his sexy ass? How’s that sound?”

“You’re sick!” Kim exclaims. “Now I have to make sure that none of this happens. I definitely need to win at Rise To Greatness, not only to avenge last year’s defeat but also to make sure you don’t do anything naughty to Oktoberfest or Justinian.”

“I already told ya, my eyes aren’t on that old German fart. My eyes are on Davis.”

“Whatever.” Kim rolls her eyes. “What do you think my strategy should be?”

“Your strategy is simple. It’s a strategy that every single one of you morons in this wrestling business should utilize but all of ya are too fucking stupid to do it.”

“What’s that?” Kim asks, arching her brow.

“You and the the bratwurst lover are besties, right? Beat the holy living fuck outta Davis and then settle it between yourselves. Hell, Raab claims to not even give a damn about titles, right? You and him double team Davis, beat the hell outta him, and then Raab being the simpleton he is will probably just let you pin his ass.”

“That is a thought…” Kim says, pondering her hamster’s suggestion.

“But nooooo, you and every other wrestler makes a triple threat into everyone for themselves when it doesn’t have to be. You fucking morons.”

“Tell you what, Caligula, I will definitely take your suggestion under advisement. Oktoberfest is definitely much nicer than Justinian. But the Underground Title is precious and meaningful to me. I put in a lot of effort to make this title mean something. It would mean a lot to me if the three of us stole the show at Rise To Greatness. Y’know?”

“Blah…blah…blah…”

“Well I…” suddenly there is a loud noise coming from outside, this noise is followed by what can only be described as screaming; the screaming of kids. A sinister grin forms on Kimberly’s lovely face. “...it sounds like we just ourselves a big fish, Caligula!” She gently places her hamster back in his cage. “Now stay right there. Mommy will be right back!”

Kimberly gets up from off the sofa and makes her way through her tiny home and to the door where she exits to the outside, where it is dark, the middle of the night. Then, just like your typical psychopath from a slasher film Kimberly follows the sound of the screaming kids around to the back of her house until she spots the same three terrors she saw yesterday; Kyle, Jackson, and Max. They are trapped in a heavy net that had been suspended from a tree overlooking Kim’s home. Kim places her hands on her hips and watches with glee as they struggle in vain to escape.

“You know, I was just being mean when I said you three were idiots yesterday. But damn, maybe I was right? I mean, that’s the second time I caught you morons with the same damn trap. Just a different net, obviously.”

“That was you?!” Kyle exclaims. Kim nods her head as she happily skips over towards the boys.

“Yup, that was me.” She reaches inside of a thick bush. She pulls out a aquarium style container that contains a large snake. Kim smirks as she holds the container up close to the boys and one of them, namely Kyle, starts fidgeting wildly. Kim snickers nastily. “So my research is true. At least one of you goofs is ophidiophobia.” She sets the container down. She reaches inside and pulls the snake out and holds it up towards Kyle.

“Do you know what ophidiophobia is, buddy?”

“Uh, no…no…just don’t let that thing get near me!” Tears are flowing down his face.

“It’s an overwhelming fear of snakes.” Kim winks. “Why don’t you pet him? His name is Shaun Cruze. He’s a real asshole but he won’t bite.”

“You’re fucking insane!”

“And you’re ophidiophobic, Kyle.” Kim winks as she continues to playfully waves the snake at the frightened boys. “You’re also dumbasses, all of your dumbasses for thinking that you could target the home of a well known psychopath.” She brushes the snake up against Kyle, then Max, and then Jackson. “Which one of you geniuses wants to tell me your brilliant plan?”

“We were just gonna rob you!” Jackson exclaims.

“Vandalize my place too, no doubt.” Kim asks. Jackson weakly nods his head. Kim laughs. “Have you seen the inside of my house? You vandalizing it would probably make it go UP in value.” Kim throws her head back and laughs hysterically. She gently puts the snake named Shaun Cruze back into its container. She turns back to the three kids. “You are fools, all three of you. Playing pretend tough guys but not one of you has a real plan. Unlike ME…I have a plan for everything.” She playfully tugs at the net they are hopelessly caught up in. “See this net here? This is my trap I have laid out for any potential intruders.” She shakes her head. “Sorry to burst your bubble, kiddos, but I didn’t plan this specially for you. I have my whole property booby trapped for morons such as yourself. You are not special. Not one of you is special in my eyes.”

Kim leans in close, sneering nastily. “Sorta like how no one in that school is all that special to you. Like how no one out in society is special to you. You’re just pretend thugs, that’s all you are. Pretend gangsters who decide to retaliate when someone snitches on them.” Kim reaches into her pocket and produces the shank she had yesterday from school. “Cause snitches get stitches, right?”

“Wait…wait…” Max starts pleading “...no!”

“Shut up!” Kim shouts angrily. “See? Not so fun when you’re on the receiving end, now is it? What happened yesterday wasn’t Scared Straight. That was just a red herring. This is how scared straight is really done. Because you are now at my mercy and there is NOTHING you can do! There is so much I would love to do right now because you three went and fucked with my family. And I am a psychopath who wouldn’t blink an eye at spending more time in jail if I had to.” Kim takes the shank and rears back. The boys brace for the worst but, much to their surprise, Kim just cuts the net open, releasing them. She motions for them to get up and they quickly scramble to their feet.

“Here’s the deal, kiddos. You will leave my nephew alone. You will leave everyone at that school alone. What you do with your lives is none of my concern. Throw it away if you want. But I hope you’ve at least tried to listen and tried to learn something. But all I care about right now is that this little gang you have going right now ends. Because otherwise there will be consequences.”

“You…you gonna…” Kyle gulps. The tough guy facade is no longer there. He is just a scared little kid. “...you gonna hurt us?”

“I could.” She smirks. Then she reaches into her pocket and produces her iphone. There is a blinding flash as she snaps a picture. “But I think blackmail works quite well too.” She turns the phone around and shows them the picture, a picture that reveals that all three of them just urinated in their pants. “See? You're not tough guys. You definitely aren’t gangsters. You are little babies. That’s all you are. Little babies…little babies who thought they could trespass on private property, vandalize the place, and burglarize it. Gee, I wonder how that would over with law enforcement who already want to throw the damn book at you?” She snickers, content that she made her point. “Now, if you don’t want the rest of the kids in the school thinking you lot still need diapers, then you’ll quit your crap. Are we clear?”

“Ye…yes, Ms. Williams.” Kyle says, nodding his head.

“Great.” Kim pinches his cheeks. “You really are such a well behaved little boy!” She points. “Now get outta here! You’re bothering me!”

Kim just put the fear of God into those three kids. They immediately turn and make a run for it, trying to get as far away from Williams as they possibly can. Meanwhile Kim folds her arms over her chest and watches on with a satisfied look on her face. Her nephew had to endure some harassment, he endured trials and tribulations, but she is satisfied that he is back on the right path and that no one will be messing with him anytime soon.

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July 20th, 2023
Toronto, Ontario, Canada
On Camera
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It is dark outside on the streets of Toronto, Ontario, Canada. The only lights we have are provided by the street lamps hanging overhead as well as the moon suspended high above in the night sky. Things are silent right now, silent except for the sounds of footsteps approaching from the right. Eventually a figure enters from the shadows; it is none other than “The Queen of the Death Match” Kimberly Williams. The Woman Scorned is dressed in dark purple plaid pants, purple dress shoes with a low heel, a forest green silk blouse, and a black leather jacket with ‘Queens of Chaos’ written on the right sleeve and the Queens of Chaos logo embroidered on the front. She has her SCW Underground Championship title belt wrapped around her waist and her long red hair hangs straight and unrestrained to past the shoulders.

“I really do hate beating a dead horse, I hate singing the same song over and over again. I really do because honestly, anyone who knows me knows that I am fiercely loyal to my fans, my Kimmymaniacs, and my Kimmymaniacs want to be entertained! The fans of the SCW universe demand entertainment! Not the same old bland drivel mindlessly repeated over and over again. Needless repetition is one thing, but an encore is something different entirely. Sometimes you need to sing that same old song because it is a very good song that you just want to hear one more time. And then there are times, especially if you are a teacher dealing with students who either aren’t paying attention or are just too stupid to learn anything, that you need to hear that song again, or you need to hear that story again, so that you learn.”

“You have some people like Oktoberfest…that’s Konrad, by the by, for those of you named Justin Davis who are unaware of my penchant for giving people nicknames…people like Oktoberfest, he only had to go to war with yours truly once. Granted there were several battles fought in that war, but all it took was one really nasty, bloody, and violent war with Queen of the Death Match in order for Oktoberfest Raab to understand. He understands me and vice versa I understand him.” She sighs and shakes her head. “But then there are people like Justinian…” she points a finger at the camera “...that’s you, Davis. You earned yourself a nickname, congrats. So what was I saying? Oh, yeah! Justinian, you don’t seem to understand. You do not understand me. You do not grasp just who you decided to tangle with when you planted me on the July 6th Breakdown.” She smirks devilishly.

“Am I brave enough to face you on the biggest stage of them all? Rise To Greatness? You’re asking the wrong damn question. It isn’t a matter of bravery. It’s more of a matter of insanity. Look at what I have done for the Underground Division. Me and Air Jordan Majors had an Underground Rules Match. Outside interference prompted SCW to attempt to throw the match out but does an Underground Rules Match end in any other way than pin or submission? Not in my Underground. I stalked her for two fucking weeks, forcing SCW to let our brawl end in a steel cage…and after I beat her I was awarded the newly reinstates Underground Title. When Oktoberfest was champion, I STALKED HIM TOO! I stalked him, I harassed him, I provoked him in every way imaginable, forcing Shaun Cruiserweight to grant me a shot at the Underground Title…and I won it back. Oh and speaking of the biggest stage of them all, Rise To Greatness, Deanna Frost and I put the Underground Championship in the marquee spotlight of the Rise To Greatness XIX pre-show.” She holds up four fingers. “Apocalypse last year I beat four other people to win back the Underground Title. Body, Heart, & Soul I defended the Underground Title against then World Champion Owen Cruze in a winner take all match, putting the Underground Title one step closer to equal in prestige to the World Championship itself. And if that wasn’t enough, look at the insanity and chaos I caused with my Trios Cash In. I put every single championship in this company on the line in one giant Underground Rules Match. And oh yeah, I won the Underground Title back in that match.” She laughs softly.

“Justinian, you may bring up the name Rachel Foxx, and yes, I am one title reign short of her record. But you would also be remiss if you didn’t mention Brittany Lohan, Pro Kinneck, and Rachel Lee, the longest reigning champion, and many other names who have helped make the Underground what it is today. But when you speak of the Underground today only one name comes to mind…” she points to herself “...Kimberly Williams. I am not one of these bland stereotypical windbags who likes to brag about how great she is, but I will take this one moment to do just that; I did resurrect the Underground Division. I did raise the prestige of the Underground Championship. And for nearly two years this has been MY division! For nearly two years I have redefined the SCW Underground Championship. For nearly two years I have been the undisputed Queen of the Death Match.” She smirks nastily. “You want to know if I’m brave enough to face the likes of you on the grandest stage? Boy, you really haven’t done your research, have you Justinian? The fact is that you really do not know who the hell you are dealing with.”

“Oktoberfest knows who he is dealing with. He knows what kind of violence he can expect when he enters my Underground because we have been to war before. We have shed each other’s blood in the Underground before and you know what? He earned my respect. He may not be your typical muscle headed moron who wants to win every single shiny object available in SCW. But he appreciates the level of brutality and the level of determination and endurance needed to endure, to survive, and to ultimately thrive in the Underground. Hell, I wouldn’t be all that disappointed if Oktoberfest Raab won the Underground Title at Rise To Greatness.” she grins and shakes her head. “Now don’t get me wrong, I plan to maim the both of you and leave both of you lying in a pool of your own blood while I walk away with my title safely in tow.” She laughs softly. “That is the nature of my relationship with Raab. It is a relationship of respect.” She shakes her head.

“But I don’t respect you, Justinian. And it has nothing to do with how you blindsided me on Breakdown. Hell, if that was all you did in order to get my attention and wriggle your way into a shot at the Underground Title, then I would have a lot of respect for you. But then you made your true motives perfectly clear. You are just a championship hunter. You are a gold hog. You are just like every other stereotypical loser who walks into this place wanting championship after championship after championship, just for the sake of increasing your record, padding your resume, and never really giving a damn about building a legacy. You said it yourself. You don’t give a damn about the Underground Title. In your own words your said you DESPISE the Underground Title. So why are you even in this match to begin with, huh?” She shrugs her shoulders. “Why not let myself and Oktoberfest, two people who actually appreciate the Underground Division, go to war over who will be its representative? Why ARE you in this match, Davis?”

“You just want a championship and any championship will do, even the one you despise. Hell, if any title will do, why doesn’t Mr. D just reactivate the SCW Women’s Title and make you the new champion? It would work because you clearly have no balls.” Kim throws her head back and laughs maniacally. A few moments later she regains her composure. She then unlatches her Underground Title belt from around her waist and holds it up over her head. “See, Justin, your mere presence in this match offends me because you do not care about the title, you do not care about its prestige, its legacy, a legacy that I have busted my ass for TWO YEARS to build up! Now you are walking into Rise To Greatness with the possibility of taking this championship away from me?” She shakes her head. “I don’t think so. There is no way in hell that I am going to risk my legacy by letting you walk away with this. You do not deserve to represent this division, MY DIVISION, as its champion. And as punishment for offending? I am going to cut you to pieces at Rise To Greatness.”

“Back to you, Oktoberfest.” Kimberly grins from ear to ear. “As always, it will be a pleasure to go to war with you, it will be a pleasure to shed your blood, to maim you, and to destroy you. It will be my pleasure to take whatever punishment and abuse you have to dish out and then throw it right back at you tenfold. I know you appreciate what I have done for the Underground. I know you would be a worthy standard bearer of my Underground.” She shakes her head. “Unfortunately for you, this isn’t your time. I am not ready just yet to step aside. I am still the Queen of the Death Match, I am still the Queen of the Underground, and I will not be dethroned. I will abdicate when I am good and ready. I am not ready to step aside. That means you have to go down in flames, Oktoberfest.” Kimberly pauses for a moment before holding up one finger.

“Now with all of that said, I will close with one final promise. Each and every time I defended this on a big stage, when the lights were on bright, I always took it up a notch and a new level of prestige, of greatness, was added to this championship’s legacy. I haven’t always been successful but I always raised the bar. This year will be no different. The SCW Underground Championship will steal the show, I guarantee it. We will raise the bar in terms of violence and brutality. I guarantee it. And when the smoke has settled, the Queen of Chaos will still be sitting on her throne. I guarantee it.”