Kimberly Williams vs. Colleen MacDonald

[Konrad Raab]

SCW Underground Championship

Three Stages of Hell

2 RP Limit for singles

Deadline: 11:59:59 pm ET WEDNESDAY, April 23, 2025

[The Matt]

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April 12th, 2025
Boston, Massachusetts
Off Camera
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It is Saturday, just a few days have passed since SCW Breakdown. Kimberly Williams has returned to her home of Boston, Massachusetts for two reasons. First and foremost, she knows of the great challenge that lay ahead of her next week at Rebirth. The Woman Scorned will challenge Colleen Macdonald in a 3 Stages of Hell Match for the SCW Underground Championship. What started as simply a professional quest for Kim, a desire to achieve the goal of a record setting six time Underground Champion, has now become deeply personal with the champion Colleen doubting and questioning Kimberly’s ability to get the job done without weapons. All that has done is further anger The Woman Scorned. Long before Kim cut a swathe of blood through professional wrestling, making a name for herself as the Queen of the Death Match, she was actually a very proficient technical wrestler. Her own family, including her sisters and mother, all agreed that she was the best technical and submission wrestler of the family. The idea that she cannot win an Underground Match without weapons is simply offensive to Kim who, at the beginning of her career, was just a technical wrestler. She had always been her own weapon. It didn’t help matters that their first title match, at Retribution, ended in a draw. Draws are so very frustrating, especially for Kimberly who, deep in her twisted heart and soul, believes any Underground Match should have a decisive winner. Still, the fact remains that Colleen could not beat Kimberly one on one and now this 3 Stages of Hell Match is set up to settle the score once and for all. The Woman Scorned has returned to Boston, the home of her family, the Jones family, so that she can properly prepare for what she knows will be an all out war for the Underground Championship at Rebirth.

The second reason that Kimberly has returned to Boston for a pit stop before making her way to Pittsburgh for Rebirth is due to her ongoing situation with Carol Johnson. Kimberly desperately wanted to find a way to help people, to do good, in order to follow in her grandfather, Bart Jones’s, footsteps. She wants to honor Bart Jones’s memory by doing good for people. Unfortunately, she cannot perform the kind of good deeds Bart Jones performed. Bart worked for federal law enforcement agencies tracking down national and international criminals. Kim’s career as a wrestler makes doing that kind of work impossible. Instead she decided to do something simpler; use her wealth to buy up modest homes and rent them out cheap to people in need. But Williams had no idea her first tenant would be Carol Johnson, the woman whose sister was brutally murdered by Kim’s father Sean Williams. That murder drove Carol to try and take revenge on Kim’s family. Carol served time in prison for burning down the house of Marie Jones, Kim’s twin sister, but Carol was released on good behavior. The smartest thing to do would have been to refuse to rent to Carol, due to her history and her known hatred of Kim and her family. But Kim is determined to prove Carol wrong, she is determined to do some good for Carol, and she is determined to make this work. The problem is, Kimberly’s family does not agree with her approach to this situation.

Kim finds herself with her twin sister, Marie Jones, in a bar in Boston’s South End. The walls of the bar were lined with darkened aged oak panels, while rows of mismatched stools stood along a long mahogany bar. A jazz record crackled in the corner, half-drowned by the hum of low conversation and the occasional clink of glass meeting glass. The Queen of the Death Match leaned back against the bar, her worn leather jacket creaking softly as she lifted a pint of Guinness to her lips. She looked comfortable in the low light, her jeans torn at the knee, boots scuffed and streaked. Next to her sat Marie Jones, her mirror in everything but demeanor. Where Kimberly was grit and edge, Marie was poise and softness, dressed in a pale pink blouse tucked neatly into a high-waisted skirt. A delicate silver necklace caught the light whenever she moved, and her red hair flowed freely down her back, brushed to a silk-like shine. She perched on her stool with careful elegance, sipping white wine from a slender glass, her legs crossed and posture immaculate. They hadn’t been together in awhile; Kim’s schedule with SCW had kept her busy while Marie, in contrast, had been taking a break to rest, relax, and spend time with her son. Yet here they were, in this bar, sitting shoulder to shoulder as though they’d never been apart. The bartender poured another round without being asked, and neither sister spoke right away. The silence between them was easy, familiar. But it wouldn’t stay that way for long.

“It’s really good to see you again, Kim.” Marie says, smiling brightly, warmly, at her sister.

“Oh you know I couldn’t stay away!” Kim exclaims. “Especially not when I’m about to put my life at stake in a literal death match at Rebirth next week!”

“First of all, do not talk like that. Ever.” Marie responds quickly before sipping her wine. “Secondly, you don’t even know that you will get your wish. You don’t know you’ll get that death match.”

“You’re right.” Kim sighs and nods her head, feigning seriousness for a brief moment before that stoic gaze gives way to a cheeky grin. “What’s likely to happen is I’m gonna embarrass ol’ McDonald two straight falls and we’ll never get to the We…THE PEOPLE’S Bunkhouse Stamped Death Match! Which is a damn shame because I know we…THE PEOPLE...are looking forward to it!”

“You sound very sure of yourself.” Marie smirks. “If I recall, you couldn’t get the job done at Retribution.”

“Fake news.” Kim wags her finger playfully in Marie’s face. “Kimmynation will not tolerate fake news and THAT is fake news. It was supposed to be an Underground Match. How the hell does an Underground Match end in a freaking draw? Doesn’t anyone remember the LAST TIME an Underground Match involving me ended in a draw?”

“Yes, it was embarrassing.” Marie snickers. “You stalked Jordan Majors for two weeks because in YOUR OPINION the match hadn’t ended.”

“Not opinion, FACT! And Jordan and I still hold the record for the longest match in wrestling history at two weeks nonstop!”

“Sure, whatever you say.” Marie rolls her eyes. “I’m just glad you didn’t stalk Colleen like that.”

“I thought about it but I figured CHBK, being the no fun wet blanket that he is, would do something boring like fire me.”

“Yeah, right, being ‘boring’ is definitely the worst part of being fired.” Marie sighs and sips more of her wine. “So I assume you stopped by to work with mom in her dungeon?”

“Damn right.” Kim grins from ear to ear. “I mean, sure, I am the Queen of the Death Match, but everyone could use a little extra help and some pointers. I would have worked with you but, eh, the Underground isn’t your thing. No offense.”

“None taken.” Marie shakes her head. “It makes sense, mom has always been ruthless and violent. You definitely picked that up from her.”

“I picked it up and expanded upon it!” Kim throws her head back and laughs. “I took it to even greater lengths than she would have imagined! Blood…violence…chaos…PENGUINS!”

“Right, penguins.” Marie snickers. “But seriously, we are proud of you, Kim. Me, mom, the whole family, we’re very proud of you. But, uh…” her voice trails off. Kim notices this and smirks knowingly.

“I don’t like ‘buts’, Marie. Ok, that came out wrong. But seriously, it sounds like you’re about to criticize little old me. If you’re worried about me possibly murdering ol’ McDonald then have no fear. My murdering days are over. I simply cripple and maim now.”

“Oh what a relief.” Marie again rolls her eyes. “No, that’s what I’m talking about.”

“Then what’s wrong?”

“It’s about Carol.”

“I was hoping this wouldn’t come up.” Kim sighs. The jovial, happy go lucky demeanor briefly vanishes, giving way to a rare look of genuine seriousness. She knows all too well that her family doesn’t approve of how she is handling the ongoing situation with Carol Johnson but Marie especially is taking this all very hard and understandably so; Carol is the one who burned Marie’s home down years ago. Now Carol has returned and Kim is leasing a home for her to stay, a home in Boston near where they live. Kim was hoping that this particularly touchy subject would not come up.

“You know how I feel about you giving her a place to stay.”

“I didn’t give her anything.” Kim points out. “She’s paying rent.”

“That’s beside the point. You’re allowing her to stay close to where we live. This is the woman who broke into my house, ransacked it, and then burned it down.” She points a finger at Kim. “She assaulted you, Kim, and had you not been there who knows what she might have done to my son.”

“I remember all of this, sis. I don’t need a history lesson. Quite frankly, I always hated history.” Kim snickers, trying in vain to lighten the mood.

“My point is that after all of that you are still giving her a place to stay. On top of that she trespassed on your property, the nice new place you and Tommy are living now, and what happened? Huh?”

“She got caught in my booby trap!” Kim says happily. “Oh it was hilarious!”

“She tried to break into your home, Kim!” Marie exclaims, seemingly shocked at Kim’s reaction to all of this. Kim sighs and shrugs her shoulders as she sips on her Guinness.

“Well what would you have had me do, Marie?”

“You should have called the police. That’s what you should have done.” Marie says. Kim shakes her head.

“Carol is trying to change. I know you find it hard to believe but it’s true, she is trying to turn over a new leaf.” Kim holds up one finger. “She made ONE mistake that night by trying to break into my home. She has made so much progress and sending her back to prison ruins all of that progress.”

“I don’t get it.” Marie looks confused and frustrated as she shakes her head. “Why are you so obsessed with helping the woman who tried to destroy us?”

“We owe it to her.” Kim says.

“We owe her nothing!”

“In an indirect way we do.” Kim nods her head. “Our father, Sean Williams, he murdered Carol’s sister. Remember? That murder is what drove Carol mad. That murder is what led to her downward spiral. She wanted to get revenge on behalf of her sister. In trying to get revenge on us, she ended up going to prison, leaving her mother to fend for herself. Now her mother is dead. All of this can be linked back to us.”

“Our father murdered her sister, not us.” Marie points out. “And Carol is solely responsible for the crimes she committed, not us.”

“Y’know, sis, I think you’re conveniently forgetting something fairly obvious.” Kim says, grinning.

“What? What am I forgetting?”

“There’s someone else you know very well who tried to destroy the family. Tried to kill you. Eventually kidnapped you. And that person got locked away in a mental institution.”

“Kim…” Marie sighs, realizing that Kim is referring to herself.

“And when I was locked up, full of anger and rage and bitterness, only one person gave me a chance. Only one person saw the good in me, the potential in me.” Kim points a finger at Marie. “That was you.”

“Kim, I was just…” Marie cannot find the right words. She is becoming emotional as she thinks back to these moments Kim is bringing up.

“I was lost and hopeless without any chance for a future but you saw something in me that no one else did. You reached out and helped me when no one else would. You were my savior, sis. Now I want to be that person for Carol because I see something in her. I see good in her.”

How can Marie possibly say no after that heartfelt message from her twin sister? The answer, obviously, is that she cannot. Marie smiles warmly at sips on her wine.

“I understand, Kim. Just be careful.”

“You know me!” Kim says, winking playfully. Marie sighs and nods her head.

“Yeah, I do. That’s why I’m worried.”

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April 13th, 2025
Belmont, Massachusetts
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The forest of Lone Tree Hill, a nature preserve in Belmont, Massachusetts, was alive; the air was cool and damp, heavy with the earthy scent of thawing soil and rotting leaves, but touched with a hint of new green growth. Sunlight filtered through a tangle of bare branches and evergreen needles, casting fragmented patterns on the narrow trail that wound its way up the hillside. The path was uneven, strewn with roots and slick patches of moss-covered stone, and the hush of the woods was broken only by the crunch of boots against damp earth and the distant drumming of a woodpecker echoing somewhere in the trees. The boots come from none other than Kimberly Williams and her good friend and confidant, Larry Dempsey. Kimberly wore a weathered green utility jacket, its sleeves pushed up to her elbows, revealing a flannel shirt beneath. Her cargo pants were tucked into well-worn hiking boots stained with old mud. A canvas backpack was slung over her shoulders, bouncing lightly with each step, and her long red hair was tied into a messy bun at the nape of her neck. Stray strands clung to her cheeks, damp with exertion and the lingering chill. Larry had no problem keeping up with The Woman Scorned. And he never has any issue going on any of Kim’s crazy adventures. The thing is, their meetings and the occasional adventures typically take place in Baltimore, Maryland, Larry’s home. For some reason, Kimberly has insisted on visiting this particular nature reserve in Massachusetts. He does not know why but here he is, without question. The forest around them was dense. The canopy was just beginning to show signs of life, pale green buds dappled among branches. A hush lingered in the woods, not silence, but the kind of quiet that felt sacred, like a breath held in reverence. As they climbed higher, the ground sloped steeply, and the trees began to thin, revealing glimpses of the town below; rooftops and winding streets. Kimberly paused for a moment, resting one hand on a tree trunk slick with lichen, and looked back at Larry.

“Isn’t this a great view, Lawrence of Arabia?” Kim quips gazing down at the town below. Larry chuckles at the use of the nickname his good friend gave him.

“Yes, it is a rather nice view, Kimberly. Do you come here often?”

“Nope.” She shakes her head. “In fact, this is only the second time I’ve been here.”

“Really? This is odd.” Larry furrows his brow out of curiosity. “So this place has no real significance to you?”

“Oh it has significance to me.”

“Do you mind sharing?” Larry asks curiously. “I do not mean to be rude or to sound like I am complaining…this is, indeed, a beautiful place you have discovered…but it is not our normal meeting place.”

“Change is good, Lawrence of Arabia.” Kim snickers. “Our regular meeting place is a Waffle House. I think just about any place would be more beautiful than a Waffle House.”

“While this may be true, it has been our routine to visit with each other at that Waffle House for years. Something tells me that you are…bothered, bothered by something.”

“Me? Bothered?” Kim scoffs. “I’m never bothered! I do the bothering!”

“Usually this is true.” Larry chuckles. “And while I am enjoying this place…what is the name of it, again?”

“Lone Tree Hill.”

“Yes, while I am enjoying this, I am concerned about you, my friend.” Larry places a hand on her shoulder. “So, do you mind telling me what brings us out here?”

Kimberly sighs. She nods her head. “We’re here to confront the demons of my past. We’re here to better understand my past so I can move forward into the future.”

“That sounds very deep and philosophical, Kimberly.” He shakes his head. “You are not known for being philosophical or deep.” Upon hearing this, Kim laughs out loud.

“Fair enough! But you know what I like about you, Lawrence of Arabia? You don’t treat me like some damsel in distress. You are not overprotective of me. My family tends to think I take unnecessary risks. Sometimes I wish they would trust me.” She points at Larry. “You trust me.”

“In defense of your family, you do tend to live dangerously. You earned the moniker Queen of the Death Match for a good reason.”

“I just live life to the fullest!” Kim skips on past Larry, heading back into the forest a few feet. Larry turns to follow her. Kim stops in front of a tree. She leans up against it. “You know why this tree is so special?”

“According to my research, this is where they found the body of Paula Johnson. You DO recall that name, don’t you?”

“I do.” Larry nods his head. “That is the young girl your father murdered, is it not?” He asks. Kim nods her head.

“Yup…now do you understand why we are here?”

“Yes, I believe I do.” He places both hands on Kim’s shoulders and stares deep into her eyes. “I have said it before and I will say it again; you are NOT like your father. You are nothing like Sean Williams.”

“I agree. The difference between me and my daddy is that I was consumed by madness and insanity which led to me to committing my crimes. My daddy was cold, calculating, and downright evil. The many girls he and my uncle murdered, they did it deliberately, with planning, and they did it with hate. Everything I did that landed me in a mental hospital…it was because I was crazy.”

“But you have changed.” Larry points out. “That is another difference between you and your father. He died having never repented from his ways, having never changed. You have changed and are seeking to do actual good in the world.”

“Precisely!” Kim says excitedly. “That’s why I wanted you out here because you get me, you understand me! My family cannot seem to get it.” She sighs. “Paula’s sister, Carol, she descended into madness just like I did. After my dad killed her sister, Carol went crazy. She committed theft, arson, and assault against me and my sister. All of this landed her in prison. But she got out on good behavior and I truly believe that, like me, she is trying to change. She is trying to turn over a new leaf. She just needs a little help.”

“And you are trying to give her that assistance she needs?” Larry asks. Kim nods her head.

“Right! See? You and I are on the same page!”

“Yes, we are on the same page. But I also understand why your family has their concerns. This woman has taken violent actions against your family before. The fact that not only is she out of prison but you are actively trying to engage them is worrisome for your family. You DO understand why they worry?”

“Yes, of course I do.” Kim sighs. “But it’s like they do not even care about her when we are at least partially responsible for her downward spiral.”

“Your father, perhaps, but not you.” Larry remarks, shaking his head. “We are all responsible for our own individual actions.”

“And I think she sees that, I think she knows that and she is trying to change. She just needs someone to help. She needs someone willing to give her a chance.”

“Spoken like someone from experience.” Larry says with a knowing grin.

“Very few people were willing to give me a chance when I was locked up.” Kim says quietly. “My sister gave me a chance, you gave me a chance. I see a lot of myself in Carol and I truly think I can help her, Larry. Am I crazy for wanting to do something good for someone?”

“No, it doesn’t make you crazy.” Larry grins knowingly. “It makes you a good person, and perhaps not the violent, psychotic, monster you want people to BELIEVE you are.”

“Hush!” Kim says playfully. “Don’t go saying that out loud, it’ll ruin my reputation!”

“Your secret is safe with me.”

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April 14th, 2025
Boston, Massachusetts
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While her family is certainly supportive of her, they definitely have strong reservations about her desire to assist Carol Johnson. Who can blame them, considering what this woman has done in the past? She has proven to be more than willing and capable of horrific acts of violence. Kim is certain that Carol is at least trying to change, if not already changed and turned over a new leaf. Still, however, the doubts linger. Carol did sneak onto the property of Kim and her boyfriend Tommy, trying to spy on them. Lucky for Kim, Carol got caught in one of the booby traps on the property. Marie Jones, Kim’s twin sister, thought Kim was nuts for releasing Carol without telling the police and sending Carol away back to prison. But The Woman Scorned couldn’t bring herself to do that. She could not bring herself to send Carol back to prison when she is convinced that she is trying to change. Everyone makes mistakes and perhaps this was just a mistake? Kim wants to keep trying, she wants to keep reaching out that figurative olive branch of peace towards Carol Johnson, despite the reservations of the rest of the Jones family. Still, even though the Jones family may ot believe that this is a good idea, Kimberly at least has the support and backing of her friend Larry Dempsey. The day before, in Belmont, Larry expressed his agreement with Kimberly’s plans. The support coming from Larry is perhaps even more important to Kimberly because he understands her, maybe even more than her own family understands her. He was in a similar situation she was; locked away with little to no hope for a bright future. He understands why Kimberly sees a great deal of herself in Carol Johnson and he can sympathize with her desire to want to help her. His support has strengthened Kim’s resolve. She has come this far and will not back down. Not yet.

On this crisp evening in Boston, Massachusetts, The Woman Scorned finds herself approaching one of her rentals; specifically the rental being occupied by the aforementioned Carol Johnson. As dark as it is out, with the only light coming from street lamps and the moon overhead in the night sky, most normal individuals are inside preparing for bed. No one has ever accused Kim of being normal. In fact, if anyone were to accuse her of being normal, she would likely be highly offended. Not only is Williams the only individual out and about in this modest neighborhood this evening, she is also walking around wearing a penguin onesie. She would stand out like a sore thumb if there were other people out and about tonight. She is grinning from ear to ear as she approaches the home where Carol resides. She skips happily up to the front door and, without hesitation, rings the bell. The demented ginger snickers knowingly, eagerly anticipating the arrival and subsequent reaction to her arrival. After waiting for a few moments but receiving no answer, she rings the bell again. This time she can hear shouting from inside…

“Who the hell is up at this time of night?!”

That was Carol. An angry Carol, frustrated that she is being woken up. Kim snickers as she waits patiently for Carol to open the door. It isn’t long before the door slowly creaks open. Carol is right there at the door, as expected. The Woman Scorned playfully waves at Carol. But Ms. Johnson does not seem to be very amused.

“Kim…” she rolls her eyes “...ok, first of all, what the fuck are you wearing?!”

“It’s a penguin onesie.” Kim winks. “I thought it would lighten the mood between us.”

“You look like an idiot.”

“I get that all the time!”

“Whatever.” Carol sighs. “But secondly, why the hell are you here? Do you know what time it is?”

“Yep…” Kim nods her head enthusiastically, like a child excited about answering a teacher’s question “...nearly midnight!”

“Yes, so why on earth are you here dressed like a damn penguin at midnight?!”

“NEARLY midnight.” Kim says playfully. “It isn’t midnight yet.”

“Who cares?!” Carol exclaims. “Why are you here?!”

“To collect the rent.” She winks. “I am the LADY OF THE LAND! Landlady…whatever. I need my money!”

“Of course you do and of course you just had to do this in person in the middle of the freaking night.” Carol sighs out of frustration before finally stepping aside to allow Kim inside her home. Kim crosses the threshold and shuts the door behind her. “Wait here, I’ll go get your stupid check.”

“Now that’s not nice!” Kim remarks. “I’m sure it is a very smart check!”

Again, Carol is not amused in the slightest as she walks just inside of another room off to the left. Kim stands there, waiting patiently in her penguin onesie. Despite being here to really try and help Carol, try and talk to her, she has to admit that she is enjoying driving her absolutely bonkers. A few moments later Carol returns with a check in hand and gives it to Kim.

“Here’s your money. Now leave!”

“I think you should apologize first.”

“I am NOT apologizing to you!” Carol exclaims angrily. “You were the one who woke me up in the middle of the night for this crap!”

“I don’t want you to apologize to me. You need to apologize to the check. You called it stupid and hurt its feelings.”

“Damn…” Carol rolls her eyes “...why, Kim? Why are you even doing this? Why are you here?! The postal service still works, you know? We could have done this through the mail and I would not have had to engage in this silliness.”

“But its way more fun like this!” Kim says with an ear to ear grin on her face. “Besides, I didn’t just want the check. I wanted to talk to you.”

“Oh so that’s what this is really about?” Carol shakes her head. “You wasted your time, Kim, because we have absolutely nothing to talk about.”

“We could talk about how you snuck up onto my property and fell into my trap.” She snickers. “That was fun!”

“Or maybe we could talk about how you are here in my home on MY turf.” Carol grins menacingly. “I could take you out right now, Kim, and there’s no one around to save you.”

“Tough talk there, Carol, especially for someone who could have and should have gone back to prison after what you pulled. I could called the police on you but I didn’t. I could get you evicted now for threatening assault right now. Just the threat of assault could even land you in prison…I imagine you are still on parole…”

“You are weak, you know that?” Carol says nastily. “What happened to the self-proclaimed Queen of the Death Match? What happened to the psychopath, the monster that you claim to be? You are using the police not to threaten me but to protect yourself. You have grown weak, Kim.”

“Don’t mistake restraint for weakness, Carol.” Kim says, her tone of voice growing much more serious. “That monster is still there and I could easily unleash her anytime I like. I am restraining myself because I am trying to help you, I am trying to explain to you that we are not that much different.”

“No! You are wrong!” Carol seemingly flies off the handle with rage as she starts shouting down at Kimberly. “We are different! You and I are not the same!” She points an accusatory finger at Kim. “Your father murdered my sister! Your father was a murderer!”

“I know.” She nods her head. “But people are not destined to become their parents. Look at my sister…despite being a wrestler like me, I don’t think Marie has a violent, hateful bone in her body. Hell, I think she gets queasy at the sight of blood…that might be why she never particularly cared for hardcore wrestling…”

“But you are like him.” Carol says accusingly. “You have a reputation for violence and bloodlust just like your father. Maybe that’s why you are the Queen of the Death Match?”

“You really must not do your research, do you?” Kim grins. “I wasn’t raised by my father. Hell, I never MET him. He died before I got the chance to meet him. I didn’t get my penchant for violence from my mother, either. I was raised by psychotic foster parent. That’s where I got this twisted mind that comes up with creative ways to hurt people. You can’t pin that on my father. But despite all of that, despite being shaped and molded into a monster, I managed to change. I got the help I needed from a strong support system of people who believed in me and wanted to help me. Now I am trying to pay it forward and in turn help other people who, like me, were once lost.”

“What are you getting at?” Carol is still furious but now a sense of curiosity has entered her mind.

“I know that you have had it rough ever since your sister was murdered. It was just you and your mom, barely making ends meet. You were angry, you were furious at the failure of the justice system for letting Sean Williams get off scott free. So you took justice into your own hands and went after the people you perceived as the villains. I get that because that was me once upon a time. I targeted the people who I perceived as my enemies and, like you, I got locked up. But I got help and now I want to help you turn your life around.”

“Are you serious?” Carol chuckles, almost in disbelief. “Here you are, standing here in a freaking penguin onesie, and you want me to take you seriously? About THAT?!”

“Yeah, I get it, the penguin onesie doesn’t exactly help my cause.” Kim snickers knowingly. “But believe me, if I wasn’t being serious, if I wasn’t sincere about wanting to help you, I would have turned you over to the police when you trespassed on my property. My entire family wanted me to lock you up but I didn’t because I want to help you…even if that help is just to put a roof over your head…but I think I can do more to help you if you let me.”

There is a long tense pause as Carol Johnson, this demented woman who years ago stalked and committed crimes against Kim’s family, now stares deep into her eyes and consider this offer, an offer of assistance. Finally Carol sighs and shrugs her shoulders.

“Look, Kim, it’s getting late…I…” she shakes her head “...I just don’t know.”

“It’s fine, I understand.” Kim nods her head. “This is a difficult decision to make considering our past. All I ask is that you consider it. Ok? Just think about it. Can you at least do that?”

“Yeah…” Carol nods her head “...I suppose I can think it over.”

[Jay Gold]

Season 6 / Episode 35 / Way Down Deep (Part 1 - Inner Walls)

[The Matt]

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April 15th, 2025
Boston, Massachusetts
Off Camera
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It has been several hours since Kimberly Williams had her late night confrontation with Carol Johnson. The Woman Scorned had half-expected it to go very bad with Carol possibly even trying to assault her, but she was willing to take the risk simply because she knew it was the right thing to do. Kimberly recalls how she herself had needed help once upon a time and she got that help. Kim wants to pay it forward and help others, in this case help Carol get her life back on track after being released from prison. What has sparked this sudden desire for Williams to help Carol? Quite simply, making a friend out of an enemy means you have one less enemy to worry about. But there is a deeper reason behind Kim’s motivations; her own research into the Jones family history educated her on the life of her grandfather, the late Jones family patriarch Bart Jones, who made it his lifetime career of helping people. While she cannot help the way he did (Bart helped out by working in federal law enforcement agencies, including the FBI and CIA) she still wanted to do something to honor his memory and to carry on his tradition. If this is the only thing she can do then so be it.

Now that her issue with Carol Johnson has seemingly been squashed and taken care of, at least for now, The Woman Scorned can turn her attention back to the one thing she selfishly wants more than anything; a record setting sixth reign as the SCW Underground Champion. This feud with Colleen Macdonald quickly went from professional to extremely personal and extremely violent. Williams will take part of the blame for pushing things a bit too far, but who can blame her for wanting to make history and win that elusive sixth Underground Title? Colleen, though, has accused Kim of not being able to survive in a real fight without weapons. And after their first fight at Retribution ended in a draw, things will now be settled in a three stages of hell match for the Underground Championship. The first fall Kim will be barred from using weapons. The second fall will be traditional Underground Rules. The third fall will be up to the fans: Prison Confinement or, Kim’s preference, We…The People’s…Bunkhouse Stampede Death Match. As much as Williams would like to see her vision of a death match to fruition, she would much rather just beat Colleen Macdonald two straight falls and walk out of Pittsburgh with her title back in her possession. Still, it will be easier said than done. Retribution has proven to Kim that Colleen is a very capable champion. The Queen of the Death Match will have to significantly up her game in order to win this three stages of hell at Rebirth and win back the gold. And to prepare for this war, Kimberly has gone home…well, to be precise, she has gone to her mother’s home in Boston, Massachusetts, because the Jones family matriarch, Angelica Jones, owns a private gym that is on her property.

The Jones family private gym smelled of sweat, canvas, and rubber. Sunlight streamed through the tall, narrow windows set high along the brick walls, casting slanted beams across polished concrete floors. At the center of the open space, beneath the stark industrial lighting and flanked by racks of free weights and heavy bags, stood the heart of the room: a full-sized, regulation wrestling ring. Its ropes were taut and gleaming with fresh resin, the mat clean and firm underfoot, waiting. Inside the ring, Kimberly Williams moved with quiet intensity. She wore a black racerback sports bra and charcoal leggings that clung to her lean, athletic frame, the muscles in her shoulders and back flexing with each motion. Her long red hair was pulled into a high ponytail that swayed with her movements, dampened at the roots from the first round of warm-ups. She bounced lightly on the balls of her feet, circling slowly, her expression focused, sharp. Across from her stood Angelica Jones, who wore a crimson tank top and black training shorts, her feet braced firmly on the mat, taped hands resting on her hips as she watched her daughter with a critical eye. She moved like someone who knew every inch of the canvas beneath her soles, every bounce and creak, every angle that could be used to pin, dodge, or strike.

“I don’t know why we need to do this boring crap…” Kim whines “...running the ropes, head locks, arm bars, wrist locks, sparring…” she grins from ear to ear “...why can’t we just roll around in barbed wire?”

“Yes, because I love watching my daughter roll around in barbed wire.” Angelica says sarcastically.

“Great, then break out the barbed wire!”

“I was joking and you know it.” Angelica points out sharply. “You also know that this match against Colleen is different. You are not allowed to use any weapons in the first fall. And let’s be honest, Kim, your reign as Underground Queen has been defined by your very creative use of weapons. Hot sauce…infinity gauntlet…a Freddy Krueger knife glove…”

“I do miss Betty White!” Kim says, using her loving nickname for the knife glove. “I should use her against Colleen at Rebirth. Carve up that butt of hers.”

“But if you use any of that in the first fall then you will lose!”

“Don’t remind me.” Kim folds her arms over her chest, pouting like a child. “Seriously, why the hell is that even a thing? Who decided you could get disqualified in an Underground Rules Match? I’ll tell you…that idiot ol’ McDonald.”

“The point is that you are going to have beat her WITHOUT weapons. Got that? No weapons. Can you even do that anymore?”

“Seriously, not you too!” Kim smirks. “Everything else is legal, am I right?”

“From what I understand, yes. Just like any other Underground Match, everything is legal, you just can’t use weapons.”

“Good then I’ll be fine.”

“You sound so sure of yourself.”

“You should have more confidence in me, mom.” Kim winks playfully. “If you recall, before I won my first Underground Championship and went on this bloody streak that turned me into the Queen of the Death Match, I was able to cripple and maim my opponents in a TRADITIONAL WRESTLING MATCH…using submissions and plain wrestling moves, I was able to tear people limb from limb. I was limited by mere rules…break the hold when the ropes are touched….no low blows…blah blah blah…” Kim grins nastily “...now imagine what I could do without rules? I put Colleen in the Angel’s Arch, or Homage to the Queen, or Scorned…I put her in one of those holds and I don’t have to let go just because she reaches the ropes. I can keep it locked in until she quits or until I break a limb off of her damn body.”

“You’re right, you were good…you were REAL good. You were much better than I was, than your Aunt Kayla was. You are a much better mat technician than either of your sisters.”

“Then why the doubt?” Kim asks.

“I’m not doubting you. Even the best wrestlers in the world need to hone their skills every once in awhile. Practice makes perfect.”

“I’ve heard that before. But is anyone really perfect?”

“No…” Angelica says pointedly “...and that’s my point. There’s always room for improvement, even for someone as proficient as you are.” She motions for her to approach. “Now come here, let’s tie up.”

“Fine…” Kim says as she approaches her mother. They engage in a collar and elbow tie up. Angelica immediately goes into an overhead wristlock.

“Now try and counter.”

Kim attempts a counter but Angelica blocks. Kim attempts again and this time is successful. Angelica though counters back into another overhead wristlock. Angelica grins, thinking she has Kim right where she wants her, but Kim rakes the eyes, staggering her mother backward and forcing a break of the hold. Kim immediately sweeps Angelica’s leg, dropping her to the mat, and Kim goes right into a leg lock.

“Hey! You went to my eyes!” Angelica complains.

“Which will be perfectly legal at Rebirth!” Kim points out as she wrenches in on the leg lock. Angelica winces in pain and quickly taps out, signaling for Kim to break the hold, which she instantly does.

“You made your point.” Angelica pushes herself back up, as does Kim. “But we are going to spend most of the day working on your wrestling skills, Kim.”

“Aww…”

“Think about it logically. The second fall is a normal Underground Rules. You can use whatever weapons you like. And you have proven time and again that you can beat anyone in an Underground Rules Match. So you have nothing to worry about in the second fall. As for the third fall, whether it be your twisted dream of a death match…”

“We…The People’s…Bunkhouse Stampede Death Match.” Kim corrects her. Angelica rolls her eyes.

“Right, that. Anyway, whether it’s that or the Confined Prison Fight, I know you won’t have any problems holding your own there. The only fall you need to worry about is that first fall. I like your strategy…use your submissions to break her…but if you’re going to do that then you need to be prepared. You haven’t tried to be a submission specialist in a very long time.”

“But I am capable.” Kim points out. Angelica sighs and nods her head.

“Yes, you are definitely capable.” Angelica laughs. “You scare the hell out of me sometimes, especially in the ring, but you are more than capable of beating Colleen at Rebirth.”

“Hey, that’s what I’m put on this earth to do, right? Scare you? Keep things interesting and lively?”

“You are interesting…you are very lively and entertaining.” Angelica sighs. “But you do scare me, Kim, and I don’t mean just in the ring. Some of your other decisions, especially the ones made recently, have been questionable.”

Kimberly sighs out of frustration. She was worried that this topic would get brought up and here it is.

“Is this about Carol?”

“Well, yes…”

“Look, mom, Carol and I straightened things out. Maybe.”

“Maybe?” Angelica shakes her head. “What do you mean by maybe? She stalked you and Marie. She ransacked Marie’s old home and burned it to the ground. She assaulted you. Now MAYBE you have straightened things out with her?!”

“Calm down.” Kim insists. “Look, I’ll tell you exactly what I told her…she and I are not that much different if you think about it. We both suffered tragedy in our lives that was outside of our control and that tragedy sent us over the edge, it caused both of us to lose our grip on reality. We both ended up locked away…her in a prison, me in a mental hospital. I needed some help and I got that help from Marie. I think Carol needs someone to reach out with a helping hand. When I explained it like that I think I might have gotten through to her.” She shrugs her shoulders. “I don’t know. She hasn’t said she will definitely accept my help, but the mere fact that she is even considering it is a good sign that maybe this whole ordeal between us might be coming to an end, don’t ya think?”

Her mother pauses to consider these words. Finally Angelica relents and nods her head.

“Kim…you are a much better person than I am.”

“Seriously?”

“Yes. I admit, when I first about her targeting you and Marie, I wanted to tear her apart myself. I would have seriously hurt Carol if I had my way.” The emotional Angelica hugs her daughter tightly. “How is it that you are so good? Psychopath. Monster. You’re none of the above. You’re a good person, Kim.”

“Don’t tell anyone.” Kim winks playfully.

“Where do you get it from?” Angelica asks with a light chuckle in her voice. “Not from me, certainly. I have always been rather vindictive.”

“I think I get it from my grandfather.” Kim says pointing at Angelica. “Your daddy, that is.”

“So you’re still interested in what made my dad tick?”

“Of course.” Kim nods her head. “I mean, the stories I heard from you and others about his time with the CIA and the FBI, saving lives, catching criminals, all the good he did, that is what inspired me to want do good in my own way by providing cheap housing to people in need…and maybe provide a helping hand to Carol.”

“You remind me so much of him, you know that?” Angelica remarks. “He was annoying in that way, stubbornly idealistic.”

“Is that a compliment or are you insulting me?” Kim asks curiously.

“It’s a compliment. It also reminds me, I meant to give you something today after we were done working out. But since you bring it up, there’s time like the present.”

Angelica turns and walks over to a corner of the ring where she left her bag. The Woman Scorned watches with curiosity as her mother digs through the small bag until she finds what appears to be a blue book. Angelica walks back over towards her daughter and places the book in her hands.

“This is for you.”

“What is it?” Kim asks as she looks at the book curiously.

“It was your grandfather’s personal journal. I know you have wanted to know more about him and his adventures. Personally, I have always tried to forget about those times and those adventures because they nearly destroyed our family. So I have never personally read this. I just know it is his personal journal and, supposedly, he took copious notes about his life and career.”

“Gee…” Kim looks at her mother with a genuine tear forming in her eye “...thanks. I can’t wait to read this.”

“You CAN and WILL wait.” Angelica smirks. “We still have work to do and you have a championship to win.”

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April 16th, 2025
Boston, Massachusetts
Off Camera
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The afternoon light in Boston was mellow, casting a golden haze over the row of modest homes that lined the quiet residential street. The neighborhood had a lived-in feel; neither wealthy nor run-down, but somewhere in between. Kimberly Williams had been here before, this is the neighborhood where she owns many of her rentals, specifically the one occupied by Carol Johnson, whom she has decided to pay one final visit this afternoon before making the trip to Pittsburgh for SCW Rebirth. As important as it is to Kimberly to win the SCW Underground Championship, she recently learned something important, something she must share with Carol. She knows it could make or break Carol’s decision to accept Kim’s help, but Carol deserves to know. She deserves the truth.

Kimberly Williams turned the corner and approached the two-story home at the end of the block; a modest two story home, with white clapboard siding faded by years of sun and snow, a slightly crooked porch railing, and windows trimmed with peeling navy-blue paint. The front yard was small, patched with tufts of crabgrass and dandelions, but a hanging basket of bright purple petunias swayed gently near the door, a small touch of care that softened the house’s tired exterior. Kimberly paused at the gate and looked up at the home with a mix of detachment and responsibility. The Woman Scorned was dressed in dark jeans and a weathered bomber jacket. Her red hair was tucked beneath a knit beanie. Her boots thudded softly against the concrete walkway. She approached the door and rang the doorbell, then took a step back, slipping her hands into her jacket pockets. The house stood still for a moment, the faint rattle of a TV drifting through the cracked window. Then came the sound of footsteps inside, slow and measured. Kimberly straightened up, her expression unreadable. The door creaked open, and warm air spilled out onto the porch. Carol appeared in the doorway, her eyes crinkling at the corners.

“Well, this is a surprise,” she remarked with a frown.

“At least I’m not wearing a penguin onesie!” Kim says with a grin.

“I suppose that is a win.” Carol then stepped aside to let Kimberly in. Kim hesitated only a moment before stepping over the threshold, the door swinging shut behind her with a soft click. Once Kim was inside, Carol let out a sigh of frustration. “I really wish you would give me some sort warning as opposed to dropping by unexpectedly like this. Telephones do work, you know?”

“I know they work, silly.” Kim says playfully. “But this is so much more fun!”

“Maybe.” Carol shrugs her shoulders before turning and walking off, motioning for Kim to follow her. She leads her into the living room, which is modest with little furniture except for a raggedy couch, a recliner, and a simple television set. Carol sits down on the recliner while Kimberly makes herself at home on the couch. Williams looks at Carol and grins.

“You know…you seem to be treating me a lot friendlier than the last few times we’ve met.” She winks. “Does that mean you have accepted my offer?”

“I’m undecided.” Carol shrugs her shoulders. “Honestly, Kim, I’m just not sure how you can truly help me. Don’t forget that I am a convicted felon. It will take a lot more than you being my biggest cheerleader to help me truly get back on my feet and turn my life around.”

“Don’t I know it.” Kim nods her head. “Remember, I used to be in your position. I committed crimes too, worse than the ones you committed, the only difference was that I was sent to a mental institution to serve out my sentence. But here I am with a successful career and with the opportunity to help you.”

“Yes, but you had a strong support system and your support system was already entrenched in the world of professional wrestling.” Carol says somewhat bitterly. “I imagine your mother pulled quite a few strings to get you a job wrestling.”

“My mom has bailed me out of more problems than I can count.” She snickers. “But you’re right, I do have plenty of connections. And I can use those connections to guarantee you a job somewhere. You can make an honest living.”

“Thanks but no thanks.” Carol shakes her head. “I don’t want a handout.”

“It’s not a handout. It’s just an opportunity. You’d still have to do the work yourself and prove to the justice system and to society at large that you have changed. I can pull some strings and get you that opportunity, Carol.”

“Maybe…” she sighs and shakes her head “...I just don’t know.”

“I figured you might still be undecided, and that’s fine.” Kim nods her head. “But that’s fine because I didn’t come here just for that reason alone. I came here to show you something…or rather tell you something…” Kim reaches into her jacket pocket and produces a blue book, the same blue book Angelica gave her yesterday. Carol looks at it curiously.

“What is that?”

“This, Carol, is my grandfather’s journal.” Kim says, her tone much more serious now. “For the longest time I had focused too much on my father and his legacy, on what makes us Williams’s tick. It wasn’t until recently that I realized I had been asking the wrong questions about the wrong person. Sean Williams was the monster, not me, and I am not defined by him. I have an entire family that helped pull me from the brink of self destruction, willing to support me in my time of need. This is the journal of my grandfather, Bart Jones. I did a lot of research on my grandfather…I learned a lot. But yesterday my mother gave me this journal and I learned something very interesting.”

“What?”

“First, I learned that Bart Jones kept very detailed copious notes about quite literally everything he did, at least the important things, and considering he worked for the FBI and CIA at different points in his career with federal law enforcement, he had many important stories he wanted to tell. I read through this journal and noticed an entry about my uncle…Douglas Williams.”

“He took the fall for killing my sister.” Carol shakes her head, she is clearly growing more emotional as the memory of her sister’s death is brought up. “But it wasn’t him, it was Sean! Sean killed Paula! Why would you tell me this?!”

“Maybe you should ask why that is in my grandfather’s journal…because, Carol, my grandfather was the federal agent most responsible for bringing an end to Douglas Williams’s reign of terror.”

The look on Carol’s face is one of shock and surprise. She thought she knew everything about her sister’s death but this is new. This is a startling revelation.

“Are you serious?”

“Yes, my uncle got convicted of Paula’s murder, and yes it was likely my father all along. But my grandfather, my other family, the JONES family, was responsible for bringing him to justice and at least attempting to give you and your family peace. Obviously you’re still not at peace. It would be my honor to continue what my grandfather started, to try and bring you peace.”

“I, uh…” Carol shakes her head “...I honestly don’t know what to say…”

“You don’t have to say anything.” Kim smiles warmly. “All you need to do is know that my offer still stands. I will help you in any way you want. I will do whatever it takes to get you back on your feet.”

“Thanks, Kim.” A tear rolls down Carol’s cheek. “I appreciate it.”

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April 19th, 2025
Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania
On Camera
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We open outdoors on a concrete surface with a backdrop of softly glowing city lights of Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania. The lighting casts a warm glow, enhancing the relaxed yet confident mood of the scene. Setting on the concrete is none other than the famous penguin plushie Wasley. A few moments later footsteps can be heard approaching. It isn’t long until Kimberly Williams enters the scene from the right. The Woman Scorned is wearing a loose fitting black t-shirt with a penguin logo on the front and faded, slightly torn blue jeans. Over her top, she sports a black leather jacket that adds a touch of rebellious flair to her look. Her footwear consists of black lace-up combat boots. Her long red hair cascade down over her shoulders in loose waves. The Queen of the Death Match looks down at Wasley and sighs.

“Sorry, Wasley, I know you were looking forward to a Happy Meal from McDonald’s but, quite frankly, I wasn’t Lovin’ It and I definitely was not Happy.” She looks back into the camera, grinning from ear to ear. “Are we enjoying the puns, my Kimmymaniacs? I hope you are. I hope all of my legions of Kimmymaniacs out there in Kimmynation are lovin’ it and are very happy, because Wasley and I are not very happy. Seriously, how in the hell does an Underground Rules Match end in a draw? It happened to me years ago against Jordan…” she waves playfully at the camera “...welcome back, Jordan! And now it’s happened again thanks to this idiot!” Williams reaches off screen and produces a moderately sized unicorn plushie, only a cutout of Colleen MacDonald’s face has been taped to the unicorn’s snout.

“Let’s get a couple of things straight about Retribution, ol’ McDonald…first of all, that night was about testing you. I have tested Alexis Quinne. I have tested YUSA. I have tested oh so many people who wanted to dip their toe into MY Underground, to make certain that they were ready for my Underground, to teach them and educate them about what they should expect in my Underground. Seriously, Colleen, you think I’m the only lunatic who is gonna want to bring deadly toys to the dance? Do you think everyone is gonna play by your dumb little rules and fight with their fists?” She puts up her hand and playfully shadow boxes for a few seconds. She suddenly stops dead in her tracks and grins from ear to ear. “You lucked up in winning the title in the chamber, FACT. Your opponents up until Retribution barely put up a fight, FACT. I was the first person, other than Brittany Lohan, to ever truly give you a test. That’s what Retribution was. It was a test…and you passed.” She nods her head and then claps slowly.

“Congratulations on that, Colleen, and for that you DID earn my respect. You proved yourself a worthy champion by surviving everything I threw at you at Retribution. But there is one other thing about Retribution you need to understand and that is the fact that you still did not beat me. In the chamber at Under Attack it took two people to pin me, you didn’t beat me by yourself. And at Retribution you had the chance to erase all of the doubt, to erase that asterisk from your record, but you couldn’t get the job done. You couldn’t beat the Queen of the Death Match.” She shrugs her shoulders. “But I suppose that I couldn’t beat you, either, so that brings us right here to Pittsburgh, to Rebirth…” She picks up the unicorn plushie, apparently named Colleen, and stares at it, grinning maniacally.

“None of this was meant to be personal, Ol’ McDonald. It was business. I was cheated out of that title, never given a proper rematch, and that’s all I wanted…a proper one on one opportunity, not just to regain the title but to set the record and become a six time Underground Champion. But you went and made it personal. You think I’m a one trick pony, Ol’ McDonald, that I can only operate with a weapon in my hands?” She snickers. “Well, first of all, YOU are obviously the pony…am I right, Kimmymaniacs?” She waves the unicorn plushie around before tossing it aside and focusing back on the camera.

“Secondly, you are wrong. You are dead wrong. And you are going to find out just how wrong you are at Rebirth. You thought you were so smart with this 3 Stages of Hell idea. And I’ll give ya credit for trying. And I admit, it is quite easy to make the assumption that the only way yours truly can operate in an Underground environment is with weapons. So your genius move is to have the first fall a street fight but you make it illegal for me to use a weapon. The problem with your genius move is that obviously there was little to no research done on your part, otherwise you would have known that way before I became the Queen of the Underground by defeating Jordan Majors in October of 2021, I was a mat technician and a submission specialist. My family, the Jones family, is a wrestling family. We all joined in the family business. Ask any of them who the best wrestler of the family is and they’ll all agree that it’s me. Before I became Queen of the Underground in 2021, I was still maiming and crippling people but I was using submissions and strikes to get the job done…and that was WITH rules in place. Imagine what I can do with my deadly submissions and strikes WITHOUT any rules in place?” Williams snickers. “So you want to ban weapons for the first fall? Fine. Everything else is still legal which means I can put you in any of the submissions I have in my arsenal…and there are three I have mastered…and I can keep it locked in as long as I want. Go ahead, go for the ropes, I don’t have to break the hold. Are you confident that you can counter me hold for hold? Because if you can’t, then I’ll just keep the hold locked in until I break your bones and cripple you.” Kim holds up two fingers.

“Then onto the second fall…traditional Underground Rules, which means the beast is unleashed to use as many weapons as she wants and be as sadistically creative with those weapons as she can! And trust me, Ol’ McDonald, I am going to indulge my evil darkness. I am going to indulge that violent side that enjoys maiming and bludgeoning my opponents with beautiful glorious weapons. I might put you through broken glass. I could bring out the barbed wire and use it to peel the flesh from your bones. Oh, or maybe you should ask James Evans what it feels like to have an explosive driven into his eye…because THAT might be your fate at Rebirth. I could also light a fire and put you into it! Engulf you in flames! No one could stop me because all of it is legal, including the weapons! And you know my record in these types of matches is sparkling like a god damn diamond. There is a reason I am called the Queen of the Death Match. I earned it through years of bloody conflict…and when I say bloody, usually I mean other people’s blood…” she grins nastily.

“Now I just might beat you two straight falls and it’ll all be over for you and your reign as champion. If you think that somehow you have an advantage in the first fall, then you just do not know me. And you damn sure know that in the second fall I have the advantage. But in the event that a third fall is necessary, it will be decided by…the fans…the people, MY PEOPLE!” Kimberly claps her hands happily and a joyful grin spreads across her face. “This is right up my alley, boys and girls! Chaos is not just a marketing ploy for me, chaos is a lifestyle. I thrive upon chaos, which is why I have thrived in the Underground. You want to make this a debate of weapons or no weapons but you fail to see that the Underground has nothing to do with using yourself as the weapon or using all sorts of fun toys like I prefer to use The Underground is built upon a philosophy of chaos.” Kimberly snickers nastily.

“And CHAOS is what I do best! Whether you use weapons or ya don’t, it’s all beautiful, glorious chaos! I live and die upon CHAOS! I have made my livelihood on CHAOS! I have built this Underground division on CHAOS! Chaos is my wheelhouse and fall three will be pure and glorious chaos no matter what the fans choose! Honestly, ol’ McDonald, can you think of anything more chaotic than not even knowing what the final fall will be until the last minute? I love it! I absolutely love it!” She throws her head back and laughs with glee.

“Let’s consider your option…you wanna get locked up with me in a prison fight! Is that supposed to intimidate me? I have been locked up before…hell, I have been in places far worse than prison. This will be like a homecoming for me. It is your creation, the match is from your mind, so obviously you would have the advantage, but it isn’t a challenge I couldn’t overcome. It isn’t a fight I couldn’t win. Prison doesn’t frighten me, champ, and neither do you.” Williams shakes her head. “But the wonderful fans of SCW might not choose your match. They might choose mine, what I call We…The People’s…Bunkhouse Stampede Death Match. A proper death match with barbed wire galore, fluorescent light tubes, broken glass, thumb tacks scattered all over the ring and ringside just waiting on us to fall in, exploding boards, anything and everything that could cause certain death…you name it, we got it! Since you already graduated from Kimmy’s School of the Underground, this match won’t be me in the role of a teacher. This will be me as a peer seeking to eradicate you from my Underground permanently.”

The Woman Scorned points a finger at the camera. “You wanted this, Ol’ McDonald. This 3 Stages of Hell was YOUR idea. At least one, maybe even two, of the falls in this match come from you pretty little head. I would have been satisfied with just another rematch to settle things but you wanted to take this up to the next level. You wanted to risk your reputation and your life and that is not an exaggeration. You are risking your reputation in fall one because you have no idea how capable I am to use the lack of rules, combined with my submissions, to force you to tap out. You already know what I am capable of with weapons so in fall two, you have to know that your career, or even your livelihood, is at stake. As far as fall three goes…” she shrugs her shoulders “...I throw myself at the mercy of chaos, for I live by the lifestyle of chaos. And I love my fans, I trust their judgment, and I gladly accept whatever of the two matches for fall three they happen to choose.” Kim’s smile fades into a scowl.

“Me? All I wanted was a chance to settle this and in the process become a six time Underground Champion. That’s all I wanted. You asked for this, Colleen. Now I am going give you everything…in spades…and blood.” Williams picks up Wasley the penguin and starts to walk off. The scene fades to black.

[Jay Gold]

OOC:  Part 2.  Brief text message included has been approved by a certain handler.



Season 6 / Episode 36 / Way Down Deep (Part 2 - Inner Child)