Konrad Raab vs. Kimberly Williams

[The Matt]

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April 25th, 2022
Salem, Massachusetts
Off Camera
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It has been nearly one month since Kimberly Williams parted ways with her identical twin sister Marie Jones. The Woman Scorned felt as if she was forced into this decision. She has an unwavering loyalty to her twin, for it was Marie who first took a chance with her, the first person in her family to reach out and try to help her when she was stuck in an insane asylum. Everyone has their breaking points; even Kim’s loyalty has its limits. Marie was brought back to SCW to assist Kim achieve her goal of once again becoming the SCW Underground Champion. Instead Kim found herself tied up with the SCW Television Title and the SCW World Title. Thanks to Marie, some of Kim’s fans even turned on The Woman Scorned. Kimberly had a feeling that Marie was trying to use this and use her to worm her way into the SCW World Championship, but Kim did not want to believe it. She wanted to give her twin a chance, she wanted to believe that Marie would eventually get her an Underground Title Match. But the opportunity never came. Instead of an Underground Title Match she made enemies with the SCW staff and lost some of her loyal fanbase.

Now The Woman Scorned has done the unthinkable. She ditched Marie and has struck out on her own. Kimberly decided to get her Underground Title Match her way. Thus far her methods have worked far better than Marie’s and it has proven fruitful. It may not be a championship match but at least Kim is facing the Underground Champion Konrad Raab at Holly-Wood of the South. This is all part of Shaun Cruiserweight’s silly notion that Kim should “earn” her title opportunity. This is despite the fact that Lucas Knight, Konrad Raab, and Justin Davis all got shots at the Underground TItle without actually earning it, but why bother with facts right? Williams has no issues with “earning” her title match. She has already begun the process by defeating Diamond Steele in impressive fashion. A victory over Konrad (her second straight victory over him, actually) would force Cruiserweight’s hand. He could not deny Kim her rightful Underground Title Match then.

Finally getting into the thick of the Underground Championship picture isn’t the only Marie Jones screw up that Kimberly must fix. There is still one loose end that The Woman Scorned must tie up, and that loose end is by all rights a dangerous one to say the least. In the build up to SCW Retribution, Kimberly and Marie had faced several attacks from an unknown assailant. One was a physical attack from a mysterious female outside of a hotel in Nashville, Tennessee. Another was a more direct and threatening attack when Marie’s home was set on fire by an arsonist. Marie doubted that the two attacks were related, let alone perpetrated by the same individual, but Kim is convinced that it is the same person and that person, that mysterious woman, has it out for Kim and her twin sister.

Why would anyone have it out for Twin Magic? The answer is simple; Kimberly and Marie are the children of Sean Williams and Angelica Jones. It was Sean Williams and his brother Douglas Williams who perpetrated a series of murders in the Massachusetts area. Sean is deceased now but he was never charged with the crimes as Douglas plead guilty to all of them and convinced authorities that he acted alone. Not all of the victims families agreed and the mere fact that the children of a murderer, the nieces of a murder, are walking free and happy, is definitely enough to drive someone off the deep end. Especially if they already have a propensity towards violence.

In the past Kimberly would have had difficulty pursuing this loose end, because Marie would have tried to stop her. Now that she has ditched Marie, The Woman Scorned is free to pursue this investigation. Lucky for her, she does not have to pursue it alone. Kimberly now is being assisted by her half-sister, the daughter of Andreas Lasiewicz and Angelica Jones, the Polish-American Jessica Lasiewicz.

The siblings are walking down the sidewalk in Salem, Massachusetts. Well, Jessica is walking, dressed in a red sun dress, matching red high heels, and a black leather jacket. Kimberly is skipping along, whistling happily while dressed in torn denim jeans, black boots, and a black t-shirt that reads “Oktoberfest Is My Friend” in red lettering. The Woman Scorned has a wide ear to ear grin on her face in anticipation of the meeting that is about to take place. But Lasiewicz, in contrast, looks very hesitant to say the least.

“You’re insane, you know that?” Jessica remarks stoically.

“Everyone says that but I’m beginning to think I’m the only sane one around here and its the rest of you who are nuts!”

“Nie. Jesteś szalony.”

“I do NOT suffer from insanity.” Kim turns and winks at her sister, letting her know that she did understand what was voiced in the Polish tongue. “I enjoy every minute of it!”

“So you’re learning Polish?”

“Uh-huh,” Kim says nodding her head “I have to since I’m gonna be spending more time around you. I can’t have you talking about me in Polish and me not knowing what you’re saying.”

“Is that so?”

“Yup!”

“...Twoja matka jest dziwką.”

“Yeah, but so is yours because we share the same mother!”

“Just wanted to check and see if you really did learn Polish and you weren’t just guessing.”

“I love guessing games! Can we play Guess Who when we get done? Only I wanna play Strip Guess Who with the Dalek!”

“Sure we…” Jessica frowns “Strip Guess Who?”

“Yes.”

“With The Dalek?”

“Uh-huh!”

“There’s a problem with that Kim. Your stupid robot doesn’t wear clothes.”

“He can remove his plunger. He’s practically naked without it.”

“I’m not fond of the Strip Guess Who idea and I don’t think my husband is, either. Besides, we’re here.”

Jessica and Kimberly come to a stop near a small home. It isn’t grandiose, it isn’t even very modern looking. But it is good enough for a small family. The looks on Lasiewicz grow more nervous but Kimberly, on the other hand, seems giddy with pleasure. Jessica can sense that Kim is about to make a run for the front door so she grabs her half-sister by the arm and holds her back.

“Stop!”

“Awwww, why? I can’t wait to meet the mother of the chick my daddy or uncle killed!”

That’s right, Kimberly and Jessica have arrived at the Johnson family home. Paula Johnson, a nineteen year old victim of the killing spree Douglas Williams was convicted of, lived here. According to Kimberly’s own research, Paula’s mother still lives here. Kimberly is convinced some member of the victim’s families is responsible for attacking Kim and Marie in Nashville and burning down Marie’s house in Boston. Marie was never supportive of Kimberly’s plans to track down this person and stop them. Jessica, on the other hand, is supportive; but she is still cautious.

“First of all, this is why I said you’re insane. Only someone thoroughly insane would get joy out of meeting a relative of someone that their uncle murdered.”

“Insane or a sociopath. Pick one!”

“Look, Kim, I support your plan to try and find out who has been stalking you and Marie. I support it because I agree with you. I think Marie’s little plan to try and get your uncle’s sentence reduced or overturned has drummed up too much spotlight, and the victim’s families are noticing. I think one of them could be behind the attack and the arson. But this is a situation you need to approach very delicately. You can’t run in with guns blazing.”

“I have no guns.” Kim says grinning like a Cheshire cat. “I left them at home!”

“Good because…” Jessica pauses to think about what Kim just said “...wait, you have guns?”

“Yup!”

“Ok, that’s another discussion we’ll have. But first let’s talk about this house and who lives here.”

“Fine.” Kimberly laughs softly. “Uh, yeah, I did my research and that is the Johnson home. Paula Johnson, the nineteen year old and final victim of my uncle’s killing spree lived there.”

“Who lives there now?”

“The mother still lives there; her name is Joan and she is seventy-seven I think.”

“You know damn well a seventy-seven year old didn’t attack you in Nashville and I doubt one would have committed arson against Marie.”

“Perhaps not but she might know who did.” Kim smiles knowingly.

“Fine, but that’s all we’re here for; information. Nothing more and nothing less. And for the love of God do not tell her you are related to Sean or Doug Williams in any way!”

“Party pooper.” Kim sticks her tongue out at Jessica. The Woman Scorned turns towards the house and continues her march towards the front door with Jessica following closely behind. They reach the door and Kimberly knocks. While waiting for an answer, Kim turns towards Jessica.

“Since you don’t want me to be Kim Williams can I be Kimlock Holmes? You can be Watson!”

“Do you realize how dumb that sounds?”

“Indubitably, my dear Watson!”

“Pierdolić.”

“The fair sex is your department Watson.”

“Just act normal. If you want information, act normal.” Jessica snaps at her half-sister quietly. That is the last thing she can say before the door slowly opens. She can only hope Kimberly is going to listen. Standing there is an elderly woman with hair as white as a sheet. She is short, no taller than five foot two, and walks with a slight hunch.

“May I help you young ladies?”

“Yes, ma’am, are you Joan Johnson?”

“I am.”

“I am Kimberly Jones and this is my sister Jessica. We’re journalists doing a report for a newspaper about a recent event and we would like to talk to you, if you have the time.”

Jessica is actually surprised that Kim is able to perform so well and act like such a perfect young lady. No doubt the elderly Joan Johnson. Still, despite the act and using a different surname, Jessica is unsure if this woman will buy Kim’s story. Kimberly isn’t exactly dressed like a normal reporter. Kim and Jessica wait for what seems like an eternity, but is actually just a few seconds, but eventually and surprisingly the elderly lady nods her head.

“Of course, please come in.”

Joan turns and begins to walk inside. Kimberly and Jessica follow her inside. Kimberly cannot ignore the irony of this. Kimberly’s uncle, or perhaps even her father, murdered this woman’s daughter. Now here she is about to talk to Joan about the incident, hoping to get more information. Jessica, meanwhile, hopes that Kim can keep it together and continue to act normal. The siblings follow Joan into a small but nice living room area. Joan sits in a rocking chair while Kim and Jessica sit down on a plaid patterned sofa.

“I have to admit, you two young ladies are not the first people to come wanting to talk.”

“Oh?” Kim asks, seeming intrigued.

“Reporters have spoken to me, lawyers have come to speak with me, detectives and private investigators have come to speak with me, even some of my own family who I have had little or no contact with in years have come to speak to me.”

“So you were expecting us?” Kim asks. Joan nods her head.

“Yes. Is this about my daughter’s death?”

Yes, ma’am, yes it is.” Kim answers with a nod of her head.

“I have had so many people approach me about that horrible event.” The woman is not fighting back tears, she has already shed enough of them. She is just angry. “I have tried so hard to forget and move on but now everyone who was involved in the original killings is once again pestering me about it. And it is bringing back horrible memories, all because their prime suspect is possibly getting a sentence reduction.”

“We had no idea so many people had been bothering you.” Jessica speaks up. “We should just leave, I’m sorry for bothering you, Ms. Johnson.”

“It’s ok, young lady. You are just doing your job; I’m not mad at you. If anything I am more angry at the lawyers and the detectives.”

“Why is that?” Kim asks out of curiosity.

“They threw the book at Douglas Williams…as they should…but in all honesty I do not care what happens to his sentence, whether it gets reduced, increased, or stays the same. I do not care because I do not believe he is the one who murdered my daughter. I believe it was his brother Sean.”

“But they have so much evidence pointing to Douglas…” Jessica points out. Joan shakes her head.

“Flimsy evidence at best. The artist sketches of the murderer doesn’t look a thing like Douglas Williams. Of all the witnesses, only about half pointed to Douglas as the killer and those half weren’t even certain of what they saw. Douglas just confessed to it all and police were willing to accept it and run with it, closing all of the cases without even bothering to check to see if they were right.”

“Just like Son of Sam.” Kim says with a smirk.

“Exactly.”

“Now we know what happened to Paula, but I do want to ask about your other daughter.”

“Kim!” Jessica is shocked when her sister brings this up. Kim never bothered to cover this with her. Jessica never knew that Paula had a sister.

“What do you want to know about Carol?”

“Carol, eh? Nice name. Nice name for someone who has been in trouble with the law for arson.”

“I think you two need to leave.” Joan says with tears forming in her eyes and anger washing across her face. Kimberly stands up.

“Not yet. I want to know where Carol is? Is she still living with you? Cause if so I may just stay with you until she comes back home. I’d like to have a little interview with her!”

“Kim, stop!” Jessica rises up and grabs Kim by the arm. “We’re leaving!”

“Is Carol still living with you?” Kim asks again, despite Jessica trying to drag her away.

“She was…” Joan sighs “...but she left at the beginning of April and I haven’t heard from her since.”

“She’s in trouble with the law again, isn’t she?”

“Ye…yes.” Joan stammers as she nods her head. “She told me she had to go on the run, to stay under the radar. I knew she must have done something, I just wasn’t sure what.”

“Well let me fill in the blanks.” Kim shakes free of Jessica’s grip and approaches Joan. “I am Sean Williams’s daughter. And I am deeply sorry for what my father did. He and my uncle did horrible things. My uncle is where he deserves to be for what he did and my father should’ve been there with him. I cannot fix anything they did. But your daughter, Paula’s sister, attacked me in Nashville and burned my sister’s house to the ground in retaliation.”

Joan’s eyes grow wide with shock and disbelief. She is about to speak again but Kimberly won’t let her. “I won’t turn her over to the police. I have enough evidence I could turn her over the authorities, press charges, and get her in prison for a very long time. But God knows my family has already hurt your family enough. So I won’t turn her over to the police, but the next time she contacts you, you tell her that this is her one and only opportunity at mercy. She needs to back off. I am not guilty for my father’s sins or my uncle’s sins. Are we clear?”

Jessica isn’t sure whether it is out of fear and intimidation or genuine sincerity, but Joan nods her head in agreement. At this point Jessica is able to get another grip on Kimberly and finally drag her back through the house and out the front door. Once outside Jessica slaps Kim, hoping to slap some sense into her.

“Are you NUTS?!”

“What? Was I too subtle?”

“You were too blunt!” Jessica says, nearly shouting. “What were you thinking?”

“I was thinking…” Kimberly sighs deeply “...I was thinking about what my dad or uncle would probably have done. And I wanted to do the opposite. I wanted to show mercy and that’s what I did.”

“You nearly scared that poor old woman to death!”

“What would she have done? Called the police? She knows I’m right. I have all the evidence I need to press charges against her precious daughter, the only child she has left. But like I said, my family has done enough damage to her. My family took her oldest child, I’m not going to follow in my dad’s footsteps and take her remaining child away. As long as Carol stays away, I will keep my word and show mercy.”

“And what if she doesn’t?” Jessica asks. “If Carol IS the arsonist and she tries to retaliate because you got so damn close to her mother, what will you do then?”

“No mercy.”

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April 30th, 2022
Atlanta, Georgia
On Camera
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We open in front of the State Farm Arena in Atlanta, Georgia. It is bright outside as the cameras roll, catching sight of “The Woman Scorned” Kimberly Williams riding her trusty robot friend The Dalek onto the scene from stage right. The Dalek rolls to a stop dead center of the screen. Kimberly then hops up off of the Dalek and turns to face the camera. The playful psychopath waves at the camera.

“Greetings to all of my loyal Kimmymaniacs out there! I want to take this time to address certain accusations made against me…for starters, Oktoberfest among others have accused me of being a coward.” Kim snickers nastily. “Me? The crazed bitch who literally chased Jordan Majors all over the damn nation just to finish a match; I’m a coward? No, no, no, you got me all wrong there you Wiener Schnitzel. Ever since you got your decrepit Jurassic era hands on my Underground Championship I have been trying to convince someone, ANYONE, in SCW management, namely Shaun Cruiserweight, to give me the opportunity to kick your German Chocolate Cake eating ass all over the arena and leave your Volkswagen blood all over the ring! So am I coward? No, am I insane? Maybe. Maybe I am? What is insanity anyway? Do you know, Oktoberfest?”

“Sane is the insanity most call normality put forth by society. Do you need me to unpackage that for you, Wiener Schnitzel? Ever since losing the Underground Title I have beaten the likes of….well…YOU for example, and Autumn Valentine, and Polly Playtime, and Diamond Steele. I was deemed worthy enough for a World Championship Match I didn’t even fucking want but NOT worthy enough for an Underground Title Match? Explain that to me! And the same braintrust who made that decision thought that Lucas Knight getting all teary eyed about the return of the Underground was enough to warrant him getting a title shot. Justin Davis still being able to breath was enough to make him worthy of an Underground Title shot. And you, Konrad, the only reason you got an Underground Title Match was because you keep shrieking about blood this, violence that, and get your stupid self banned on twitter, and by the way, the only reason you are still drawing breath right now is because I didn’t deem it worth my time to cave in your damn skull. I guess humiliating yourself and not dying is enough to make yourself worthy of getting an Underground Title Match.”

“People think I’m insane?” Kimberly shakes her head. “There are only two people who I can honestly say are out of their freaking mind insane. First of all, I point the accusatory insane finger at Shaun Cruiserweight. If that idiot thinks that his decisions make any lick of sense then he truly is out of his damn mind. Shaun, you wanted me to EARN a title match? This is despite the huge list of successes I have already pointed out. This is despite the fact that I probably gave Diamond Steele a damn concussion and damn near broke her legs all WITHIN the standard rules of wrestling. Yet all of that isn’t enough to make my match against Oktoberfest at Holly-Wood of the South a title match? I still have to beat his dumb German ass for a second straight time.” Kimberly nods her head. “That’s right, I already beat him once but you conveniently forgot about that, didn’t ya? But like I said, I have no problem doing whatever it takes to get a title match. Even if it means fighting Oktoberfest again. Because I am not a coward, I do not run from a fight. That was Marie and her shtick. That’s why I kicked her to the curb. Marie made me forgot who and what I am. I am the Queen of the Death Match and I always give the fans exactly what they want and what they want from me is violence galore!” A sinister grin forms on Kim’s face.

“And what YOU want me to do, Shaun Cruiserweight, is to commit murder. Seriously, I mean, you booked the match. Me against Konrad, NON-TITLE! Well I’m going to force you to crown a new champion because I am going to hurt that old man. I am going to injure him. I already proved to you that I could do it. What happened to Diamond Steele? I was showing mercy. I’m not going to show mercy at Holly-Wood of the South against Oktoberfest because I sick and tired of being jerked around.”

“The other person who I can honestly say is certifiably insane is none other than the pretender to the throne himself, Oktoberfest. Your old German ass actually thinks you are as violent as me? You actually think you can hang with me when there are no rules? You are living in a fantasy world, my friend. Or maybe your age has finally caught up to you? Maybe you are finally going senile? And the fact that you walk around claiming to be the Underground Champion is an offense to me and everything I have done to resurrect that title. If Shaun Cruiserweight were going to hold everyone to the same standard that would be one thing, I’d have no problem earning a rematch for that title. But the mere fact that I had to watch as Lucas, Justin, and YOU all got title shots for doing jack shit is pissing me off.” Williams smirks.

“But whining about it and crying about it is what Marie wanted me to. I kicked her bitch ass to the curb because I know I am better than that. What gets results in SCW is action. So I am going to take action at Holly-Wood of the South. We are going to paint the town red in each other’s blood, Oktoberfest. If you truly get a hard on for violence then I am about to give you the thrill of a lifetime as I butcher your ass!”

Williams hops on top of the Dalek. It turns and rolls away. The camera fades to black.