Kimberly Williams vs. The One

[Konrad Raab]

2 RP Limit for singles

3500 word max per RP

Deadline: 11:59:59 pm ET Wednesday, August 31, 2022

[The Matt]

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August 1st, 2022
Las Vegas, Nevada
Off Camera
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Las Vegas is the gambling capital of the world. Gambling involves heavy risk taking and Kimberly Williams was forced to take a huge risk at Rise To Greatness by competing in not one, not two, but three matches through the two night SCW spectacular. Just how did Kimberly’s luck work out? As they say, not too good. The Woman Scorned lost the SCW Underground Championship to Deanna Frost, she didn’t win the gimmick battle royal, and she failed to capture the SCW World Tag Team Championship with Sarah Wolf. Kimberly went zero and three in her SCW Rise To Greatness performance.

The failure to leave with championship gold doesn’t bother Williams. She has said it before and she meant it when she said that championships, while a nice perk, are not that important to her. Even the fact that she couldn’t win any of her three matches at Rise To Greatness only stings just a little. She is a proud wrestler and proud of her abilities. Losing stings. But even then she can block that out and ignore the sting of the loss. What ultimately bothers The Woman Scorned is how she is perceived by management and how she is being treated by management. The commissioner, Shaun Cruze, is the one who double booked her. Wrestling multiple times in one night was not Kimberly’s choice. If she had it her way she would have just had the one match against Deanna Frost and Sarah Wolf could have gotten a different partner. But Cruze saw it necessary to put her in a situation where she would have to wrestle on both nights in two brutal matches. And the commentary team of Sharper, Knots, and Lyman, they all seem to want to paint this picture of her as a troublemaker within SCW.

It is this that bothers Kim the most. Despite her outward appearance and antics, despite the fact that she may come across as a deranged sociopath, Kim does have real feelings and emotions. She may keep them bottled up and locked away but she does have them. The fact that a company that she once thought trusted her and accepted her looks down on her as just a troll really does hurt her feelings. The one solace she has is the fact that the fans are still solidly on her side. Whatever Cruze and the commentators may say about her, the fans still support Kim and that does bring a bit of happiness to her weary soul.

Rise To Greatness concluded just twenty four hours ago. The Queen of the Death Match and reigning HKW Bloodlust Champion is inside one of the famous Vegas casinos, seated at a table playing Texas Hold ‘Em with a group of three other people. The eccentric ginger is dressed in torn denim jeans, a t-shirt with a penguin on the front, sunglasses over her eyes, and a police hat on her head. A confident grin is on her face as she gazes down at the cards in her hand. Her opponents in this game? One a heavyset balding man in a denim shorts, a blue t-shirt, and baseball cap; a tall, thin wiry man with a polo shirt and khaki pants; and a young woman with a pink silk blouse and denim jeans.

“Wow! This is a great hand!” Kim exclaims. She tilts her head to one side and studies her cards some more. She furrows her brow in confusion. “I mean, I think it is. Not really sure. I just have pocket aces.” She looks up at her opponents and grin. “What good are pockets anyway except for storing keys, wallet, loose change, and shit like that?”

The three other players groan as they all fold. Williams smirks as she applauds giddily. “Yay! I win!” The Queen of the Death Match is definitely proud of herself. Whether is she aware or unaware of what she did is uncertain. What is certain is that she doesn’t care. She’s having fun out here on the gambling floor. Kimberely’s excitement is brought to an end when a masculine hand is placed on her shoulder. She looks up to see the domineering look of one of the casino employees gazing coldly and sternly at the demented ginger.

“Ms. Williams?”

“That’d be me!” She shows him her hand, the pair of aces. “Is this good? My Dalek got broke in that battle royal at Rise To Greatness last night. I usually ask Dalek for poker tips but he’s not here.”

“Ahem, yes, it is a good hand…”

“Great.” She shoos him away. “Now go away. I’m busy!”

“Actually, Ms. Williams, I think you should leave this table.

“Awwww, why?” Kim sounds genuinely disappointed at first. But then she quickly perks up. “Oh, wait, you want me to play another game?”

“Uh, sure, yes, why don’t you just go play another game?” He turns and points to the slot machines. “There are slot machines available for you. Where you won’t be able to bother any of the other guests.”

“You mean those machines next to the great big statue of the naked lady with big boobs?” Kim asks. The casino employee sighs and nods his head.

“Yes, that’s the one.”

“Thanks!” Kim hops up from the poker table, embraces the worker in a big hug, and then rushes towards the slot machines. She finds a machine that is all by itself with no one else around her. Kim sits in front of the machine and then reaches into her jean pocket to produce some loose change. She puts the coins into the slot to start the machine. “Come on! Big money! Nooooo whammy annnnnnnnd stop!” Wrong game. But right concept. The machine does eventually come to a stop showing three pictures; one of an orange, one of grapes, and another of an orange. Kim waits for her prize but nothing comes.

“Hey! What’s wrong with this stupid machine?” She smacks the machine with her right hand. “I won two oranges and a thing of grapes! Where’s my damn fruit?!” She reaches into her pocket and produces more coins. She puts them in the machine to start it up. This time the machine stops on three apples. Coins start pouring out of the machine. Williams, however, is still angry. “Hey! This stupid thing is rigged! It said I won three apples but all I’m getting is stupid money!”

The Woman Scorned steps away from the machine and starts walking away. Meanwhile the other guests try to take advantage of Kim’s eccentricity. They leap on top of the pile of coins, the winnings, on the floor that Kim has abandoned. Williams is not completely naive. She is well aware of the chaos she has just caused and this does bring a bit of a grin to her face. The Woman Scorned then does a double take as she spots a familiar figure near the exit of the casino.

“Mom?” Kim stares at the figure standing far away. Perched atop patent black leather high heel pumps, wearing a knee length black skirt and a red silk blouse, is indeed Angelica Jones, Kimberly’s mother. This was an unexpected but definitely pleasant surprise for Kim, a surprise she needs when she has had nothing but letdowns the entire Rise To Greatness weekend. “Mommy!” The Woman Scorned bolts towards her mother. Angelica chuckles as she holds out her arms in anticipation. Angelica and Kim catch one another and embrace in a tight hug.

“It’s nice seeing you too, Kim. But I think maybe we should make an exit.” They break the embrace. Angelica then motions towards two casino employees trying to deal with the slot machine fiasco Kim created while another two employees appear to be making their way towards Kim and Angelica. “It appears you have created quite a disturbance.”

“It’s what I do best!”

“Indeed it is.” Angelica takes her daughter by the arm and gently drags her along. They step through an open door and out into the hallway of the casino, away from the main gambling floor. Angelica and Kim find a bench nearby where they sit down. Kim, for her part, still looks absolutely stunned to see her mother here in Vegas.

“Y’know, mom, I gotta admit that I am impressed. Very few people can trick me and yet you managed to sneak into Vegas underneath my notice. How long have you been in Vegas?”

“Since Friday.”

“Friday?” Kim is now thoroughly confused. “So wait, you were here for the entire Rise To Greatness weekend?”

“Oh now don’t act so surprised.” Angelica says with a smirk on her face. “My daughters played a huge role in this entire weekend. You were in three matches…”

“No! Only two!” She holds up two fingers. “The gimmick battle royal was all Marie.”

“...right, ‘Marie’.” Angelica winks at her daughter. “And Jessica was also in that battle royal. Not to mention I myself am an SCW alum. I’d like to think one day I might get inducted into this company’s Hall of Fame.”

“Don’t bet on that.” Kim says in a sour tone. “At least not while Shaun Cruiserweight is in charge. He hates me. But nevertheless, you’re right, I had no idea you were here.”

“Well I was here for the entire weekend. And I just want to say that I am very proud of your performance.”

“You’re proud of my performance?” Kim says with a strong note of sarcasm in her voice. “Listen to me, mom, I know your type. You are all about winning and specifically winning as many titles as you can. I lost all three of my matches…”

“I thought you said you were in just two?” Angelica says with a sly grin. Kim rolls her eyes.

“Fine! Marie wasn’t actually in the battle royal! It was me, Angel! It was me all along!” Kim throws her arms up out of frustration. “And I lost…I lost all three matches. I couldn’t even walk away with one single championship.”

“But you don’t care about titles.”

“You’re right, I don’t. But you do care about them and maybe that’s why it stings right now? It stings knowing you were there, watching me fail.”

“I don’t believe that.” Jones shakes her head. “You have never been one to care about wins, losses, and championships. You never once lost any sleep over that kind of thing. I wish I could be more like you and wrestle for the sheer enjoyment of it. But you’re right, I have to win the gold. So the thought of you suddenly caring about titles is hard for me to believe.” Angelica places a hand on her daughter’s shoulder. “Why don’t you tell me what’s really wrong?”

Kim folds her arms over her chest. “I don’t wanna and you can’t make me, mommy!” Kim says while intentionally acting like a child. Angelica chuckles.

“Why don’t you give it a try? It can’t hurt to get it off your chest.”

“Alright…” Kim sighs “...I just hate being lied to.”

“Who lied to you?” Angelica asks, arching an eyebrow out of curiosity.

“My new agent. I suppose that’s former agent.”

“Eduardo?” Angel asks. Kim nods her head.

“Sounds like Marie told you bout him? Yeah, he promised me lots of crap. Money, fame, success. And you know me, I could give a shit less about that nonsense. But there was one thing he promised me that I actually wanted. He promised to improve my public image and in doing so introduce the world to the real Kimberly Williams…the real me.”

Kim always keeps up this front of being an eccentric lunatic, but it is just that; a front. She is not really a lunatic, she is not really Crazy Kim. But she pretends to be that insane individual in public, even around her own family. Rarely does she ever let her guard down and allow herself to be vulnerable. She is dropping that guard right now and letting her mother see the real her.

“I know I’m not perfect but I’d like to think that deep down inside I am a good person. I thought maybe it would be nice if the world got to know the real me. Eduardo promised me all of that.” She shakes her head. “But he didn’t deliver. He just tried to make me into a carbon copy of what he thought a megastar should be. I sensed what he was trying to do to me but I went along with his silly games because I still held out hope that he would give me what I wanted. But did any public perception about me change? Did the world get to know the real me?” She shrugs her shoulders. “All I know is that the SCW commissioner holds some kind of fucking grudge against me and he took it out on me by double booking me at Rise To Greatness, the commentary team tries paint a picture of me as this troublemaker who doesn’t give a damn about this business who has no respect for this business…” real tears forms in her eyes “...I am proud of being a wrestler and I love this business! Ignoring that stupid gimmick battle royal, I wrestled in two violent, barbaric matches! I took years off of my life! And I did it all for SCW! I did it all for idiots like Cruze, Knots, Sharper, and Lyman and others in that damn company who ridicule me and accuse me of being someone I’m not!”

“I take it you blame Eduardo?” Angelica asks. Kim nods her head.

“Partially. Enough to fire his ass.” Kim shrugs her shoulders. “I can just get by on my own like I always have. Who needs an agent anyway?”

“Do you really think that’s wise? You said it yourself. SCW isn’t exactly high on you right now. You could use an advocate of sorts arguing on your behalf.”

“Who cares if SCW is against me? The fans still love me.”

“The fan support is great but you could always use an advocate.” Jones grins knowingly. “And I may have just the idea.”

“I don’t know what you’re thinking but forget it.” Kim shakes her head. “I have tried agents, managers, advocates, and all of them ended up screwing me over. I’m done with them.”

“That’s because you placed your trust in complete and total strangers. You need an advocate who you can trust.”

“I can’t trust anyone, mom.”

“You can trust family.” Angelica’s grin has now grown to an ear to ear smirk. Kimberly is now beginning to pick up on exactly what her mother is suggesting.

“Are you suggesting what I think you’re suggesting?” Kim asks. Her mother nods her head.

“Look, Kim, I admit that I have been getting the itch to get back into wrestling. You already saw how I accepted the job to run and promote the new GCW show Fever. I am even looking into actively competing from time to time. Now I wouldn’t think of competing in SCW again, because I wouldn’t want to steal the spotlight from you or my cousin Glory. But I could be backstage at the shows, I could advocate on your behalf.”

“Seriously?”

“There are two very different sides of your personality, Kim. The real you and then there is the Crazy Kim you show the world. But neither one knows how to talk to people like Cruze. I speak his language. I can speak to him in a way that he will understand and therefore you will get a more fair shake with him. I can’t promise that I can do anything about the commentary team but over time they will change their tune. And besides, even if my efforts are futile, we can still be guaranteed of success in one vital area.”

“What’s that?”

“It gives us a chance to bond.” Angelica hugs Kimberly. “You were ripped from my arms at birth. You and Marie both were. I reunited with Marie when she was still very young. I raised your half-sister Jessica from birth. But you…I never actually got to meet you until you were eighteen. I missed out on so much. We owe it to each other to create some of these special mother-daughter moments.” She breaks the embrace. She gazes deep into Kim’s eyes. “So what do you say?”

“I dunno…” Kim sighs “...I have been wronged so many times with this whole manager deal. But you’re right, I haven’t had the time to bond with you the same way Marie did and Jessica did.”

“It’ll be fun.” Angelica says. “I’ll even let you bring that stupid trash can.”

“He’s a Dalek! Not a trash can!”

“Right, that thing. You can bring him along too.”

“Do ya mean it?” Kim says, her smile returning.

“I promise.”

“Well…” Kim shrugs her shoulders “...I suppose things can’t get any worse than they already are.” She extends her hand. “Let’s do this.” Angelica looks at the hand and then back up at Kim. She shakes her head.

“You know a handshake isn’t good enough.” Angelica hugs her daughter once more.

The Queen of the Death Match has been wronged many times. Sorinah Floreschu tried to manipulate her. Eduardo tried to manipulate her. The only one to ever work out for Kim, Tabitha Silverstone, is no longer available for managerial duties. Kim literally has no one to trust to help manager her career in SCW. But perhaps the one person she could trust has been the most obvious, the one right in her sight all along; her own mother, former SCW Television and Tag Team Champion Angelica Jones. She is veteran of this business but more importantly, she is Kim’s mother. If anyone knows enough to help and actually cares enough to help, perhaps it is Angelica? Perhaps Angelica is the answer.

[TheOne]

{PROMO}

The One is seen standing in "Downtown Vegas" after Rise to Greatness, leaning against a wall of the Golden Nugget Casino, and smoking a cigarette.  For the first time, she stands without her hoodie over her head, disguising her identity.  One figure stands to her right, closely, leaning on her shoulder, but completely covered beyond recognition.  Another figure stands besides this person, also shrouded by a hoodie, but acting much more uneasy, and looking around, trying to be sure of their "safety."  As the camera moves in on The One, she wastes no time in beginning to speak.

Everyone... Look around.  Supreme Championship Wrestling, look to your left and to your right, and tell me what you see.  Do you see the same ole same ole?  Do you see the status quo?  Or are you beginning to see things that are "finally" happening in this company?  Are you seeing those who have long since been viewed as underdogs or people who can't compete, step up?

I know what I saw at the event that, supposedly, culminates everything that this industry builds to, but I didn't see a culmination.  I saw the birthing from ashes.  I saw people like Datura... Gavin Taylor... Deanna Frost... Veteran Adam Allocco, even... And yes, The One on the preshow, showcasing to the world that the time of the recent SCW past, where it was a cookie-cutter, Xerox used, formula to success, was over.

What I saw, and I know what you all saw, was something you may not have liked, or been ready for... But was necessary for the future...

You saw CHANGE!

Now I won't lie.  I heard the people in the crowd showing their disdain for what I did to the Bearded Wonder they had decided was their new flavor of the month.  I heard that they weren't happy with the example I made of him.  I heard your opinions.  I heard what you had to say and I get it.  I get that you have invested time, energy, and passion into someone who wasn't ready to step up and enter the new SCW limelight.  I understand your frustrations that you didn't see your hero emerge as the victor, and I have been in your shoes.  I've seen my hero falter.  I have seen my hero not do what they intended to do, and it was angering.  It was frustrating.  It was everything I DIDN'T want it to be, but still, it was reality.

And unfortunately, reality doesn't play favorites, and neither does The One...

Now having said that, I don't look at fans of this industry in any ill light.  I don't have any ill will with your desire to cheer on someone other than me.  You're human.  You're allowed.  I don't dictate or demand what you do or how you act.  But I will say that unfortunately, I dictate reality.  I dictate what you SEE.  And I have been forthcoming with that since I arrived in this company, and this industry.  I was honest about forging a new chapter and new path for, what I saw as a fledgling company, allowing wash, rinse, repeat, talents to succeed.  I saw entitled people believing they were "using the formula," and deserved everything.  I saw the same things in pro wrestling that I saw in my real world.

So I was honest, to you, and everyone else, that I was out to destroy and change it!

Beard was one of those individuals.  He had the chance to be something different, and he had the chance to be the TRUE HERO you saw him as, but he fell short.  He couldn't handle the pressure, and I understand that.  It's not an insult to him because some people aren't ready for it.  Some people just cannot wrap their heads and talents around the scope of what is being pushed on them, in life.  This isn't just a "job thing," this is LIFE.  Beard couldn't handle the pressure, and I wanted him to show me he could.  I wanted him to show me that he had, what it took, to push ME, someone who doesn't hold ANY accolade in this business, to her limit.

But he couldn't do that either, could he?

He couldn't do the simple things, on the, and I quote, "biggest stage," in the business he was once a champion?  No... He couldn't.  Instead, he brought what he could, and I commend him for showing up because I know, honestly, he knew he was over-matched from the get-go.  So I give him that slice of credit.  Now as for the rest, he was just there.  And the fact is, Rise to Greatness was his chance, just like the names I mentioned before, it was his opportunity for change.  His opportunity to turn the page.  But instead of being a catalyst, he became one of those people who will be forgotten in the annals of time because SOMEONE ELSE came out on top.

And that moment... And the end of that night... Is what has led us to modern day in which we live in today...

The One smirks, and looks side to side.  The person on her shoulder begins to clinch her arm, leading the other to lean in concerned.  The One looks over at this other person, sternly, and holds her palm out to stop this person from checking in on the other.  She then looks back at the camera, before continuing.

Stop... She's fine...

The One then looks back at the camera, and takes a drag before continuing.

So welcome to reality, folks!  Welcome to a new chapter in Supreme Championship Wrestling.  Welcome to a day where you aren't given a formula, you're not given a "plan," you're not given ANYTHING, and Supreme Championship Wrestling returns to its roots where the BEST of the BEST begin to make themselves known to the world by PROVING themselves, and not just assuming they get to be catapulted anywhere based solely on who they are.  And that, yes, includes The One.

Beard was the latest installment of what my plan has been all along.  Beard was someone who people looked at and groveled over.  He was seen as the future of SCW, yet wasn't able to shoulder that burden and showed it when he entered the ring with me.  But burdens in life don't end with one person.  Hell, my life didn't begin with Beard.  My life began with the burden of living, day to day, as any child would, learning what hunger, bowel movements, things like that meant to the process of even seeing the next sunrise.  But in a professional standpoint, Beard was ultimately the first martyr in the path of SCW toward its new resurrection of enlightenment.  And I'm sorry it had to be that way, but someone has to be that person, if someone else is to truly be...

She makes the hand gestures for air quotes.

"The One..."

That leads us to where we are now.  It leads us to the post-2022 Rise to Greatness EVOLUTION of Supreme Championship Wrestling.  As I said, everywhere you look, change is beginning to swirl.  The norms are being tackled and the names of those doing the tackling, for the most part, are obscure compared to the likes of the past.  It's where I come into play, and where I focus my attention because Rise to Greatness was the mere beginning.  It wasn't a destination, as it is for some, but the launchpad of the future of this company and this industry.  So I can't be content with that being the end all-be all.  Hell, even "God" took seven days, to consider his work "finished," so Rise to Greatness, effectively, was my "In the beginning," and "first day."

Going forward, you may ask, what's next?  What is the "second day?"  The "third?"  "Fourth?"  What follows what is seemingly the ending of one chapter and beginning of another in this business.  For me, it's beginning my ascension to be seen by everyone as someone who isn't just a name or face, but a force, an enforcer of justice, a leader to the future, whatever you want to call it, it's my ascension from someone people see as a nobody, to someone people fear as THE somebody.  Because that's how my life has gone.  A nobody to somebody, through trials and tribulations, and effectively ending up the higher power that can bring down anyone who feels like they're entitled and just going to waltz their way into being important.

SCW is realizing it, early... And trying to either snuff me quickly, or make me prove that I am exactly what I say I am...

How so?

Kimberly Williams.  Breakdown.  The night of the fallout of Rise to Greatness.  The person who SCW is putting in my path to make me put up or shut up because she both represents what I believe is the future, but also someone who has established herself during the days of Pete and Repeat, as someone not to be taken for granted.

But who is she?  Really?

Is she what she proclaims to be on paper?  Does she hold the moniker of "Grand Slam Champion" in SCW because she earned it?  Is she truly a "Deathmatch Queen?"  Is she truly as bat-shit insane as she wants us all to believe?  Or is there an intelligence there, a thought process behind the actions, and someone who knows when to strike so she can have these accolades and accomplishments by the use of manipulation, rather than success?  This is where I look and wonder.  Because if she is truly someone who was able to achieve such successes amidst the era she began in, then she deserves a lot of respect.  She deserves a lot of praise.  She deserves to be known and recognized for what she has achieved.  BUT... If she's smarter than she lets us know about, and has just manipulated situations one after another to get what she wanted and acquired, then, she's no better than the ones she came up with and, because of that possibility...

Kimberly... You are the next to have to PROVE yourself to the world, by somehow getting through me... Which let's be honest, nobody has really done, outside of a technicality all of my own doing...

Now I want you to listen closely, Kimberly... I'm not writing you off.  I'm not saying you are one of those who manipulated your way to the success.  But I am saying that looking at the timeline, it doesn't look it in your favor.  It is also something that I do not stand by or allow in my presence.  So the onus of this opportunity to show yourself as someone ready to shoulder the burden of the future of SCW is on YOU.  It's on YOU to come out there and prove to me, prove to the world, and most importantly, prove to YOURSELF that you belong.  Because I will see really quickly whether or not you are legitimate or if you're one of those people who have been acting in the same manor as others.  And if I even see a GLIMMER of that behavior, if I even SNIFF that kind of mentality, your night is going to go from relatively normal, ot absolutely abysmal.

It's been my M. O. all along.  I haven't strayed from it.  I've gone out and proved a point week in and week out.  I've shown legends, newcomers, and copycats alike that if you want to play in my world, you have to be someone who is worthy of being in that world.  And I don't decide the worthiness, I give that to the person.  And so far, very few have even taken the opportunity I have given them and done something positive with it.  Instead they've squandered it away.  You... You're someone who has me curious because of your past.  I don't know who you are, and I don't know what to expect.  I've seen your work.  I've seen that you have some talent in there.  But what are you going to do when you're faced with the simple fact that no matter how many games of mental chess you may think you're playing with me, I'm the type to take that chess board and shove it in your face and change the game all together.

You're not in control... You're not the queen of "mindfuckery" that you may want to present yourself as.  I see through your get-up, and I see who you really are.  But I also know you'll try and play your games, play your tricks, and do whatever you can to ultimately pull out a victory.  I can commend that... But if your true colors behind it all are just EXPECTING a win, expecting me to roll over for you, I challenge you to look at the wake I have already left in this business as a NOBODY.  I challenge you to find someone who HASN'T succumbed to me, and ultimately given up.  Because the reality is, everyone has begged for mercy.  Everyone has begged for me to stop.  And each one has come to the realization that WHEN I stop is WHEN the time is right.  WHEN the statement is made, and the person is ACCEPTING of their fate, I play nicely.  And I don't do it for praise.  I don't do it for hatred.  I do it because someone has needed to come in and clean house for a number of years, and take the hypocrisy out of SCW.  Someone has needed to make it their mission to take out the trash, and let SCW be what it once was, and should have been all along.  I'm done with entitlement.  I'm done with people feeling like they are "owed" something.  So I'm the Grim Reaper who is here to end that idea in SCW one person at a time.

This isn't about winning a popularity contest...

This isn't about being a good or bad guy...

This is about reclaiming the identity that was lost during a dark period...

So Kimberly... You have a choice to make.  You have something to prove.  The onus isn't on me.  It's on you.  Either you're real, or fake.  I'll let you decide because in the end I'll show you mercy, or you'll simply be the next person accepting the TRUTH of "The One."

With those final words, The One looks over at the girl leaning on her shoulder and pats her on the head.  She then looks at the man who nervously stands beside the girl, and motions for them all to begin walking through the masses of people as they all begin to watch the "Fremont Street Experience."  With their attention focused elsewhere, the three can move a bit more inconspicuously around without drawing attention to themselves or being potentially recognized.

[The Matt]

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Philadelphia, PA
August 31st, 2022
On Camera
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It is dark in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania. We are in front of the Philadelphia Museum of Arts, and at the foot of the steps is a statue. This particular statue should be familiar to most movie goers as it is of the iconic fictional character Rocky Balboa. There is a single spotlight shining down upon the famous Rocky statue. The quiet of the scene is interrupted when the clicking of heels across pavement is heard. The clicking sound gets louder and louder, indicating that it is coming closer and closer. Eventually we see a female figure stepping into the scene from the right. As she steps into the spotlight and stands in front of the Rocky statue we can see that this is none other than “The Woman Scorned” Kimberly Williams. The self-proclaimed Queen of the Death Match is dressed in an a-line sleeveless little black dress with a hemline that stops just at the thigh, a black leather jacket, and she is perched atop open toed black leather high heel pumps. The eccentric ginger has her HKW Bloodlust Championship title belt wrapped around her waist and as for the title belt that no promotion except Kim herself recognizes, The Unsanctioned Championship of Death & Shit, it is draped over her right shoulder.

“It has been awhile since I got the opportunity to address Supreme Championship Wrestling. Note that I am addressing SCW. I address my fans all the time. My fans, my Kimmymaniacs, have always stood by my side, they have always supported me through thick and thin. I would do anything for them. But as for the monolith that is SCW, well, maybe there is a tiny bit of a miscommunication here. Maybe somewhere one of us doesn’t quite understand the other. So right now, the first time since Rise To Greatness, I want to get a few things off of my chest.” She holds up three fingers.

“Three times! I wrestled three times! Once on the Pre-Show in an Underground Rules WAR against DeeDee McFrosty. And DeeDee really brought the fight. Not only did she bring the fight but she beat me. I already said it once, McFrosty, congratulations. I don’t expect you to show me the same sportsmanship that I just showed you but hey, I do not do anything for anyone’s approval. I do what I do because it is right. You earned my respect but that doesn’t mean I’m finished with you. As I have said before, I am the Queen of the Death Match. I only want to fight in the Underground Division. So you can believe it…” she smirks as she realizes the pun she unintentionally made “...when I say that I am coming for my Underground Championship rematch.”

“After that war on the Pre-Show, I had to turn right around and refocus on this crazy as hell Farmstead Match for the SCW World Tag Team Championship. Did I WANT that title match? Did I WANT to be in a team with Wolf? No. Did Wolf WANT to be in a team with me? No. This was once again SCW management thinking it would be funny as hell to put Crazy Kim in a situation where she could cause chaos and draw ratings. That’s what that was all about. My brand of chaos draws cash. Plus our beloved commissioner hates me and decided to double book me. There were plenty of people on the roster who would have killed for an opportunity at the tag titles. Why not give one of those WILLING and VOLUNTARY soldiers a chance to win the titles? But no, Shaun Cruiserweight, in his infinite wisdom decided to book me twice. I had already made it clear MONTHS EARLIER that the only title matches I ever wanted were Underground Title Matches. If that meant skipping over me for shots at the other so-called prestigious titles then so be it. I can wait until my Underground Title opportunity comes. But this idiot still sticks me in a tag title match. Is he just stupid or is he spiteful and wants to stick it to me by putting me in an impossible situation where I had to wrestle twice at Rise To Greatness?”

The Queen of the Death Match points at her face which is full of intensity and hatred. “Look at me! I am dropping the facade of happy go lucky Crazy Kim just for one moment. For this one moment everyone gets to see the real Kimberly Frances Williams! Do you think I WANTED to wrestle twice at Rise To Greatness? I’m not crazy. I knew by spreading myself so thin I would be unable to properly prepare myself for either match. I would be justified in blaming my loss of the Underground Title on the fact that I had to also prepare for that stupid Farmstead match.” Williams shakes her head. “But I won’t make excuses like some people do. Deanna Frost beat me clean in the center of the ri…” she giggles “...well, center of the float anyway!”

“Now I could have just refused to prepare for that tag match at all. I could have just left Sarah Wolf high and dry. And not even showed up. Believe me that idea did cross my mind for a brief second. But I didn’t and you know why? It had nothing to do with some lame ass commitment to SCW. I went through with the ridiculous double booking and even added a third booking just for shits and giggles, because I am committed to the fans. My Kimmymaniacs support me and cheer me on even when people like Shaun Cruze try to hold me back. They paid good money to see me and I refuse to let my fans down. I do what I do out there because I love to fight and I love to entertain the fans! And nothing Cruze or SCW throws at me will dissuade me from entertaining the great fans!”

The Woman Scorned motions to the Rocky Balboa statue behind her. “Rocky Balboa represents every single underdog in sports today. If no one thought you could succeed then Rocky was probably your role model. All you had to do was look at the story of Balboa to get the motivation to keep fighting. Now after Rise To Greatness, after losing three times, you could argue that I have hit rock bottom. You could argue that I have never been as low as I have been right now.” She shakes her head. “Nah, I have been this low before. Hell, I have been lower than this before. This is far from my rock bottom. My rock bottom was when I was sitting in a mental hospital, thinking I would never get out, thinking my family would leave me locked up forever…and justifiably so after the things I had done. I knew I had done wrong and I knew that I was paying for my crimes. So I don’t want to hear anyone trying to say that Kim Williams thinks her shit doesn’t stink. I know I’m probably one of the worst human beings on the planet. But at least I wanted to be better…and thanks to some love and kindness, and thanks to my own stubborn determination, I got better, and I survived that abyss. I survived that hell and I was able to earn a second chance to make it within society. So losing three times at Rise To Greatness? Yeah, it’s catastrophic, but I have damn sure survived worse and I will survive this. So it is only fitting that as the underdog yet again I can look upon Rocky Balboa as motivation. I look at this statue and I remember that no matter how many times you get knocked down, you can get right back up. And when I look at this statue I remember why I do bring myself to the ring and torture myself every damn week, and why I will once again put my body through hell tomorrow night here in Philly against The One! Do I endure this pain from the wars and the endless insults from Monday morning quarterbacks who are too damn afraid to get back into the ring and do what I do because I enjoy it?” Kim punches herself in the head repeatedly. “IT HURTS! IT FUCKING HURTS! But I put my body through hell because of the fans! And then to have people say that I don’t take this seriously, that I don’t take my craft seriously?” She shakes her head.

“You do not know what the hell I have been through. You have never walked in my shoes. So don’t even try to judge me. The only people whose opinions I care about are my and my fans. And my opponent tomorrow night in Philly, her opinion doesn’t matter worth a damn to me, either. She is just step one in my journey back!” Kim once again motions to the Rocky statue. “And I can look upon him as a role model to keep going as I begin my march back to the top tomorrow night against The One on Breakdown.”

Williams waves a hand across her face and that wild expression returns to her face. “Ok, back to being Crazy Kim again!” she wipes pretend sweat from her forehead. “Sheesh, remind me to not be normal that long ever again. Being normal takes way too much outta me! Being normal is emotionally depressing, know what I mean?” Kimberly chuckles lightly. “And on Breakdown as we return from break I get to step into the ring against The Two!” A man steps in and whispers into her ear. Kimberly furrows her brow in confusion. “Wait, it’s not The Two? What the hell is her name then, The Three?” He leans in and again whispers into her ear. Kim shakes her head. “You’re kidding? The One?” The man nods his head and then steps back off screen. Williams throws her head back and laughs hysterically.

“What the hell kinda name is that, anyway? If you are The One, are your siblings Two and Three? Do you have parents and if you do is one of them named Zero? Are you friends with that preschool vampire act from Sesame Street named The Count? If not, you two should really hook up. It wouldn’t hurt, because, think about it, do you really expect this whole wrestling thing to last forever? Sure, I know you have great promise already. You made a big splash at Taking Hold of the Flame. You whipped Steward’s ass. You beat a former Television Champion in Beard at Rise To Greatness. At first glance you appear to be just another dime a dozen bitch walking through the hallowed halls of SCW looking to make a name for herself.” Williams shakes her head.

“But there is something different about you. You talk about redefining SCW? You speak of change. But what do you mean by that?” She shrugs her shoulders. “Oh come on, Onesie, who hasn’t talked about redefining SCW? Hell, that was my shtick way before you came along. Sure, you had been dropping your cutesy little video messages for quite awhile but I had already been actively trying to mold SCW into my beautiful, glorious image of chaos! While you were shooting promos, I was actually doing things to create change. Now I’m not going to pretend I was always successful, but at least I was trying while you were playing with computer graphics and shooting video footage to play mind games with people who couldn’t cut the mustard in this company. Now you look to stand across the ring with me? Sure, you’ve been successful so far but Steward wasn’t a true challenge and Beard barely put up a fight. What kind of change have you implemented lately, Onesie? You beat some people who are used to losing anyway. But me? I didn’t just talk the talk I walked the walk. My brand of chaos forced this damn company to reintroduce the Underground Division. The Underground Title main evented the pre-show of Rise To Greatness. Luna and Ravyn literally destroyed one another on the main show. Then I showed back up for the main show with Sarah Wolf to wage war with a fucking Penguin and Bear. Rise To Greatness this year may as well have been called Rise To Chaos and you have ME to thank for the reintroduction of glorious chaotic violence to SCW.” Kimberly cutsies like an elegant lady.

“You’re welcome, SCW. And as for you, Onesie, I hope you were taking notes. Because you have been talking a big game but have done nothing yet. Breakdown in Philly you get the chance to really make a statement because you will face a very pissed off Queen of the Death Match who is ready to rip your damn face off for no other reason than it’ll make me happy.” She smirks nastily.

“So I wouldn’t get your hopes up on this great big career plan involving some giant change in the SCW landscape. You don’t look like the landscaping type, to be honest with ya! So let Crazy Kim give you free advice, it is always good to have a safety net. It is always a good idea to have a fallback career. Take me, for instance. My fallback career is a master assassin for a foreign power.” She smirks knowingly. The gleam in her eyes makes it unsure just how serious she was about that last ridiculous statement. “Buuuuuut I don’t think I have to worry about that. I am a made woman in this business. Just in SCW alone I have been United States Champion, Television Champion, World Tag Team Champion, and two time Underground Champion. I am two belts away from Supreme Champion and I don’t even give a crap about any of that. MWE, HKW: Underground, and Global Championship Wrestling also pays me good money to make appearances and wrestle their top stars.” Kim points a finger at the camera.

“But what about you? Do you have a fallback career in case this whole wrestling thing doesn’t work out? I mean, everyone eventually runs into a brick wall that stalls their momentum. No matter how quick or fast and no matter how successful you start in this business, you inevitably hit a major roadblock. And little Miss One Two Buckle My Shoe, you are looking right at the brick wall, the roadblock that will stop you dead in your tracks. So what happens when you step into the ring with me at Breakdown and you find yourself outclassed? What happens when I beat you half to death on Breakdown? And yes, I will beat you. I will beat you down and it will hurt. You won’t be thinking about deep philosophical truths, changes, or any of that bullshit. The only question running through your head will be ‘what the hell happened to me?’ And of course the answer is me, The Queen of The Death Match. The answer is that you and your little movement ran right into me.” The Queen of the Death Match shrugs her shoulders. “Will you be able to recover from your sudden fall from grace? You are riding high and you have been since your debut but I am going to bring your ass back down to reality.”

“So take my advice, One Two Buckle My Shoe, have a backup plan just in case your crushing defeat on Breakdown leaves you unable to continue your wrestling dream. Like I said, hook up with The Count, become a regular on Sesame Street. In fact, let’s do some counting right now, shall we? And pay close attention, Onesie. This will be good practice for your future career as a sidekick on Sesame Street.”

“One, Two, Kimmy’s coming for you…HA! HA! HA!”

“Three, Four, there will be blood and gore…HA! HA! HA!”

“Five, Six, grab your crucifix…HA! HA! HA!”

“Seven, eight, gonna smash you in the head with a steel plate…HA! HA! HA!”

“Nine Ten, you will never EVER survive again…HA! HA! HA!”

Williams playfully salutes the camera. “See how easy that was?! That can be you? You have a great future as a kid’s tv host! In fact, after making peace with Penguin and Bear, I can probably get you a job on that show of theirs. Just put on an owl costume and be The One Owl! You would fit in great with the Happy Farmstead Friends! That is an awesome fallback career for someone like you, just in case you cannot survive the pain that I am bringing to Philly. And believe me, Onesie, I am definitely bringing the pain. Mommy is angry and she has to exorcise some of these aggressive violent feelings leftover from Rise To Greatness, and it seems as if SCW has nominated you to be…The ONE…” Kim throws her head back and laughs hysterically, again due to her unintentional pun.

“Damn, I crack myself up!” Kim shakes her head. “But enough of the fun and games. Tomorrow night we get down to business. Rise To Greatness may not have been the most successful night of my career. Hell, let’s be realistic, it was downright crap. But there is only ONE…” she chuckles again at her unintentional pun “...ONE way to go from here and that is UP! I will work my way back, I will become Underground Champion for a third time, and my road towards number Three begins with The One!” Kim playfully waves at the camera. “See you tomorrow night, Onesie!”

[TheOne]

GENESIS: Chapter Seven

For months, I sat to myself and I felt the world watching me.  No matter what I did, no matter where I tried to begin to interact, once again I was shunned.  It was middle school all over again.  And it was the middle school aspect that led to me discovering my most vicious and angry side exposing itself, and me having to do everything I could to try and conceal it, and it exposing myself, at home...

Unfortunately, with what happened to my friend, my mentor, the one who truly embraced me and my inner feelings, it was something that was quickly spread about The Compound without haste.  That meant it spread to my parents.

Now initially, my parents thought this was a one-woman thing.  But as the whole process played out, or as I was told, it was eventually relayed to them that I was part of the greater scheme, and now they were considered "in the crosshairs" of "The One."  For them, it included penalties, fines, expectations, and other means to "The One," as he expected them to know what was going on, which they didn't.  To him, they know weren't truly welcome in the compound unless they "paid" their way to him, in.  And this was something, that, over time, I would learn wasn't how things truly ran.

But for the time being, they were seen, by "The One" as equal perpetrators to the crime that my friend had committed, in challenging him for authority.  And it was this constant hazing, this constant extortion, that finally led to my family coming to me and confronting me about how much I was truly involved in the challenging of "The One."

Inside my home I sit in my room, where I normally hide, keeping to myself, and working on homework.  This year, being my first of high school, has been especially difficult in regards to what's been expected in class, and from self-studied at home.  While, I don't truly interact with anyone, I know what I have to do to keep my grades well.  I know my dreams in life are to find a succeeding platform of life, but what that is, I'm not quite sure.  But until then, I figure school is the best way forward.  My parents, however, have been muscled by "The One" because of me, and this, I don't know.  I don't know what has happened, and am truly in a state of naivety.  To me, home is still a separate place.  School may involve similar faces, but at home, I have my safe space.  But one day, I realized that being friends with people, sometimes, can have consequences, as I laid in my room and minded, what I thought, was my own business...

As I lay on my bed just finishing up some last minute homework, I heard a knock at the door of my room.  I sit up and invite whoever it is in.  In walks my mom and dad, both with concerned looks on their faces.  They both pull up seats around me and sigh, before confronting me head on.

Dad: Kid... We need to talk about something...

Me: Ok, what?

Dad: We need to talk about your relationship with that girl who challenged "The One."  He came to us and said that the two of you seemed to have plans to try and overthrow The Compound, and take control on your own.  He said you both were involved in it, not just her, but she was the one who was supposed to lead the "attack" with you coming in after she took him out.

All I can do is roll my eyes.

Me: The guy is an absolute prick...

I am immediately scolded.

Mom: We DO NOT speak of "The One" like that.

And now the "tag teaming" begins.

Dad: Your mother is right... "The One" is there to keep us ALL, including you, safe.  And he is also in charge of repremands, should people break rules.  Because you were involved in this, we are having to pay him extra, since he cannot directly punish you...

Me: So you're saying he's making you give him money so he won't make your life crappy?

Dad: Stop with that rhetoric.  I will NOT have it in my house.  He, as I said, is in charge of our safety and protection in this group...

It's at this point, I break.

Me: Well MAYBE you two should consider leading a normal damn life then, and quit putting me in situations where I end up being the bad guy?!

They go to interject, but my temper finally lashes out at them.

Me: ... Seriously, you two don't think I know about what has been going on all of these years?  You think I'm THAT blinded?  I've known about what you two perverts have been doing LONG before The Compound EVER came into play.  I could hear it, and many times, I SAW it.  You two aren't as "sly" as you think.  And honestly, put yourself in my shoes.  Put yourself in my position where EVERYONE at school knows about this place, knows one another, and also now thinks I'm part of some big conspiracy.  How do you think that plays out for me?  How do you think it feels to be a damned outcast in my own school?  How do you think it feels to have nobody willing to talk to you?

Both of my parents seem to try and formulate words, but nothing comes out.

Me: ... And then there is you two... You two coming in here and chiding me because "The One" is robbing you to get what he wants, just so you two can still go play duck duck goose with your sex partners.  My own parents... My own flesh and blood, blaming me because their group sex parties are in jeopardy because of a RUMOR that I was involved in some elaborate scheme against this douchebag.  I would expect it from classmates and even him, but you two, how am I supposed to feel that you two are picking this cult over me?

My dad flings his chair back and stands up to overlook me and take an intimidating pose.

Dad: How DARE you speak to us like that?!  We are your parents.  We may not be perfect but you do NOT disrespect us.  You decided to make decisions that have impacted US and OUR LIVES...

I stand up on my bed, staring my dad in the eye, and I don't hold back.

Me: ... Well what about MY LIFE?  What about what you two have done to impact MY life?  Did you not hear a damn word I just said?  Or is everything JUST about you?  Do I not matter at all?  Am I just a byproduct of your sexcapades?

Mom: Sweetie... Please...

Me: Mom... No... You two have put this lifestyle over me for how many years now?  I've been a hostage in my own room for how many weekends because I was told not to come out and bother the adults?  And at first all I thought was because you'd be saying bad words or crap like that, but NO!  It's been this sex party right in my own house, and now with God knows how many others just having their ways with one another!  THEN, on top of it all, some random guy who acts like he runs the place, but is there for "safety," is taking your money because I was friends with someone who didn't like him and challenged his authority?  I have NOTHING!  No family... No friends... And yet I'M A FAULT!

Dad: Well maybe it should be a lesson on picking better friends, than those that cause trouble?

Mom: Hun, let's not say that...

Dad: No... She needs to learn responsibility for her actions.  So next time we go out there, you're going to apologize to "The One..."

Me: Oh the HELL I am!

Dad: No young lady, you WILL!  That's a conditional piece of remaining part of The Compound, is you apologizing for planning some kind of kids coup.

Me: I am NOT saying anything to that guy... I didn't plan anything... I didn't participate in anything... And I didn't DO anything...

Dad: If you care about this family you will...

My mom gasps, and I am taken aback.  But at this point, I know what I have to say just to prove my point.

Me: If... If I care about this family?  Ok then... Because I do, I will... Next time, it'll be your turn to prove your loyalty to the family... Now please get out of my room...

My dad and I stare one another down, before my mom gets even more uneasy.  She stands up and pulls my dad away, saying this isn't right, and needs to stop and let everyone cool off.  Our eyes don't break contact until the door closes on my room.

[/b]It was a couple of weeks until the next visit to The Compound, and my house was full of tension the whole time.  My dad and I barely spoke words to one another.  My mom tried to be a peacemaker between us, but quickly realized that it was a waste of her time, and finally just gave up.  But the whole time I knew I had to eventually look this brute in the eye, who, from what I could tell, committed a horrific attack on my one true friend, and tell him that I was sorry for it.  I also knew I would have to do everything in my power to make it believable so it would appease his ass and also give the nice "fuck you" to my father by showing I cared about the family.

So as "D-Day" finally rolls around, I hear my parents talking about how they are getting themselves ready for a good night at The Compound.  I also can hear little excerpts of them talking about me and wondering if I would really "comply" with the edict of "The One."  As was the norm for me, on days like this, I typically began to prep a "go bag" for myself with the snacks I liked, and something to entertain myself, since I was going to primarily be alone, as even the kids still were too fearful to talk to me.  And honestly, by this point, I was used to it.  I was used to being alone, and I was used to not having people associate with me and just leave me alone.

The ride to The Compound was as I expected.  Silent.  Nobody wanted to utter a word to start the verbal spats beginning before we even got there.  Nobody wanted to address what was expected to happen.  Nobody really seemed all that excited, as compared to most nights, when my parents were always giddy about, I'm assuming, getting their rocks off.  Nevertheless, this one wasn't the smoothest or most enjoyable ride because I could feel my nerves increasing as we got closer, and once we hit the dirt road entrance, there was a massive lump in my throat.  As we got closer to the couple of other vehicles in line to enter, I could feel my nerves causing me to physically shake from fear and to a point, anger.  I didn't want to do this.  I didn't have some desire to make my parents lives easier at this hell hole.  But sometimes you have to look at the bigger picture, and when it got to be our turn to make our way to the gate, I slid my door open, and made a walk of shame I will never forget...

Walking toward the golf cart that would take me to the "Kids Compound," I make a stop in front of "The One."  He looks down at me with a look of disgust and disdain on his face.

"The One": What in the hell do you want?

I took a deep breath, sighed, and then replied.

Me: I wanted to apologize if my actions caused you any difficulties in doing your job.  I had no knowledge of anything planned, and simply found a friend in her.  So whatever she was doing in her mind, was hers.  So I'm sorry if I caused problems...

"The One": You better be damn sorry.  And don't think your stupid words fool me.  I know you were in on it.  And if you even think of trying anything again, this time I'll make YOUR life hell, and not just your parents... Believe me, I could use someone to do some manual labor around these parts...

As much as I wanted to retort, I kept my mouth shut.

Me: There won't be a need for that.  I'll just keep to myself...

"The One": As you should... You are lucky I even let your family be here, and don't ruin your whole existence in this town...

Me: Thank you for not taking those actions...

"The One": Heh... Groveling... Now get out of my face and go with the rest of the kids where you BELONG...

I simply nod, and walk over to the cart.  Driving the cart today is the kid who, years ago, had tried to welcome me and show me that I wasn't alone.  Now he was a minion of "The One."  This also made me wonder if he, all along, was the one who secretly ratted my friend and I out to "The One" after she challenged him.  But now I knew to keep him at a distance as well going forward.

This day would prove to be one of the most humiliating of my life, having had to cow-tow to "The One" like I did, but when I arrived at the "Kids Compound" area, that all changed in a way that would begin the new chapter in my journey.  Because as I walked in I simply began walking around the facility to try and find somewhere quiet to be by myself.  Many of my normal "nooks and crannies" were occupied today and I had to get creative.  I remembered that there was the electronics closet that had some space in it and the door was always half open so I figured that it would be a good place for me just be alone and out of the way.  As I walked in, though, that's when I noticed something.  I noticed that the alarm to the back exit had never been reset after the day "The One" barged in and confronted us.  And since nobody had been doing anything nefarious or questionable, it must have not been on his list of things to reset in the melee.

This made me wonder...

I decided to slowly, and as nonchalantly make my way to the back of the facility where we once trained, right by the back door.  By now, there were things that obstructed the view of the door, like stacked chairs, trash bins, folded tables, enough for me to sneak behind and eventually get to the door itself.  I decided it was worth the gamble, and I slowly pushed the lever and the door slowly began to open.  I cringed, assuming I would hear that loud and annoying alarm, and have written my own sentence of being "The One's" personal indentured servant, but instead, nothing.  No alarm.  No noise, no nothing.  In fact, nobody even noticed what was going on.  So I snuck all of the way out and found a small pebble to prop the door open with, but from those inside, it look closed.  This was my first look at any parts of The Compound that weren't restricted just for us.

At first, I just stood there.  It was dark, and all I could make out was some of the foliage and the outline of some buildings that were located behind where the kids were.  I also began to listen.  I wanted to know what sounds I could hear, or how far sound traveled.  And that's when I could hear the golf cart approaching closer than it would if it were going to the other side of the building.  I quickly jumped off of the landing and climbed up the one tree, and got high enough I wouldn't be noticed.  At that point I see "The One" passing in the cart with a young girl and parking in front of one of the buildings I could see.  It was a building that he walked up to the door and knocked on, and whomever was inside he briefly talked to.  After the short conversation he walks back to the girl and grabs her, and forces her toward the entry and I can hear him reply, after shoving her inside, "I'll be back when you're done, princess..."  I then watch as he drives off, and slowly behind him driving off, two people emerge and walk directly into the same building.

My mind doesn't know what it just saw, but it begins to think up every awful scenario it can fathom.  All I have seen is a little girl get physically thrown into a random building, and two adults, arm in arm, walk to go gleefully enter.  These scenarios begins to make my blood boil, and make me want to do something to try sand make things right.  Once I know "The One" is out of sight and out of mind, I climb down, still seething, and without thinking hurl back and throw a stiff jab and round kick into the tree.  The pain is there, and I see abrasions on my knuckles.  But then I remember the fact that all of the equipment that I had spent so much time using to develop skills was taken from me.  I look up, from seeing the blood on my hands, and once again look at the tree, and without thinking throw another punch... And another... And another... And while the pain flows through my body, it finally feels like I am back on track of doing what made me happy.

After, what seemed like hours of punching and kicking this tree, which turned out to just be about 20 minutes, I knew I couldn't push my luck staying outside.  I had to get back in, and thankfully, as I snuck back into the back door and kicked the pebble away, the door latched, and nobody knew any different.  I then quickly made my way to the bathroom to clean off, what I could, from my hands and legs, and wrapped my hands in toilet paper, before making my way back to that closet, and acting like nothing had happened.

But now I knew... This was my fight now...