Kimberly Williams vs. Oskar Theron

[Konrad Raab]

2 RP Limit for singles

3500 Word Limit Per RP

Deadline: 11:59:59 pm ET Wednesday, May 14, 2025

[The Matt]

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May 12th, 2025
Boston, Massachusetts
Off Camera
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It has been several weeks since SCW Rebirth and Kimberly Williams’s opportunity to regain the Underground Championship for what would have been a historic sixth time. Unfortunately, she failed to complete her goal. Their first one on one Underground Title Match may have ended in a draw, but this one was a definite win for Colleen. Now The Woman Scorned is left not knowing where she goes from here. Despite losing, the match at Rebirth was still very close and the Queen of the Death Match could argue for a third match, one last opportunity. Ultimately that’s what she wants, she still wants that sixth Underground Title win. Kimberly must accept that CHBK might not give her a third opportunity at the Underground Title. Kim must accept that she may have to move on to a new goal, and with Taking Hold of the Flame, the kickstart to Rise To Greatness season, just over the horizon, the opportunity to make a new path and new opportunities for herself is right there for the taking. Yes, she could luck up and get another Underground Title Match. Yet at the same time The Queen of the Death Match is keenly aware that she is just two championships shy of Supreme Championship status; the Adrenaline and World Championships still elude her. This is why Kimberly, for now, is going to focus on Taking Hold of the Flame. Even if she doesn’t win, a solid performance could put her into contention for the Adrenaline Title or maybe another crack at the Underground Title. But first she knows that her immediate focus should be on Oskar Theron of the European Fiery Nation. Oskar’s style and fighting preference is certainly leaning more towards her preferred Underground ways, her self-styled Queen of the Death Match ways. If Theron wants a war with Williams, she will gladly give it to him on Breakdown from Austin, Texas.

Currently Kimberly is enjoying the comfort of her own home in Boston, Massachusetts. The living room was an exercise in subtle contradictions; part charm, part clutter, as if the house itself couldn’t decide whether it aspired to elegance or comfort. The walls wore a muted olive green, not freshly painted but still holding onto their sheen with dignified persistence. Crown molding traced the ceiling, once white but now tinged with a slight yellowing age had brushed in over time. On the far side of the room, heavy velvet drapes the color of dried blood framed a window that looked out over a tidy lawn with a dying rose bush stubbornly clinging to its last blooms. The furniture leaned toward plush rather than polished. A long, sand-colored sectional sofa took up most of the room, its suede upholstery a little worn at the edges, faint indentations betraying the habit of bodies that had sunk into it nightly for years. A mismatched coffee table stood before it; oak legs, but a marble top that had clearly been salvaged or stolen from a more luxurious past life. Magazines sprawled across its surface as well a cage that contained her beloved pet hamster named Caligula. On the left end of the couch, barefoot and sitting cross-legged like an impatient queen on a padded throne, was Kimberly Williams. She wore a silk kimono-style robe, bright teal with penguins stitched into the fabric, the belt tied half-heartedly around her narrow waist. Beside her sat Tommy Wasley, a man whose bulk filled the cushion beneath him in a way that made the couch seem smaller than it was. He wore a fitted black Henley shirt that clung to his chest and arms, showing off the muscle beneath the layer of softness that came with age, comfort. His jeans were faded. A gold chain glinted at his neck when the light hit it. His beard was dense but well-kept, peppered with flecks of gray that added more to his presence than years alone could have. His hand rested on Kimberly’s knee, fingers absently drumming. His expression was patient, amused, eyes crinkled at the corners with affection that had seen both the best and worst of her. Books lined one wall, none in any discernible order. The room smelled faintly of sandalwood, cheap wine, and incense, an aroma that had become the couple’s fingerprint.

“Y’know, Kimmy, I don’t mind the extra time you’ve been spending at home rather than being on the road with SCW all the time.” Tommy says with a grin on his face. “And after Rebirth, that brutal match with you and Colleen, you definitely deserve a break…”

“I deserve more than a break.” Kimberly states in a jovial manner but, based on the look in her eyes, its hard to tell if she’s really joking or if she’s actually serious. She wants that Underground Championship and, despite a draw and now a loss to Colleen Macdonald, The Woman Scorned still believes that she deserves that title…or at least another title opportunity. Tommy knows better than to dispute Kim when she is like this and just simply chuckles in response.

“Yeah, well, let me put it to ya this way.” He touches her nose. “I know you. And lately you haven’t been acting like yourself. You’ve been acting unusual.”

“I always act unusual.” Kim smirks. “Its part of my charm!”

“Fair point. So you’ve been acting even MORE unusual.” Tommy chuckles.

“What’s this about, Tommy?”

“I mean, it isn’t like you to skip out on SCW events. When your sister walked out on SCW, and convinced you to go with her, to walk out on the match against Selena and Deanna Frost. I know how bad you felt. I remember how guilty you felt about it and you almost instantly went right back and made up for it. Now you’ve skipped out on two straight Breakdowns after losing to Colleen at Rebirth.”

“Wrong.” Kimberly shakes her head. “Totally wrong. First of all, that screwy ancient dinosaur CHBKlmnopqrstuvwxyz didn’t give me a match for either show. Hell, I would’ve showed up if he had scheduled me air time for an interview or whatever but I got nothing.” She shrugs her shoulders. “So really, why bother? If the dinosaur wants me there, he’ll give me a reason to be there. Give me a job and I’ll show up and do my job.”

“So is it a safe assumption that you ARE making the trip to Austin, Texas for Breakdown?” Tommy asks, arching his brow out of curiosity. Kim smirks knowingly before nodding her head.

“Like I said on social media, if CHBKlmnopqrstuvwxyz gives me someone to maim, then I’ll be there!” Kim says with delight. “And he didn’t just give me anyone to maim, he gave me Oskar The Grouch!”

“I think his name is Oskar Theron.”

“Same difference.” Kim snickers. “He’s just like my friend Oktoberfest…angry all the time and all violent and stuff. Qualities I like in an enemy. We are going to create beautiful carnage and mayhem together! Blood! Violence! Chaos!”

“Uh, Kimmy?”

“Yes?”

“If I recall…this is a standard match.”

“Not Underground Rules?” Kim gasps, feigning shock despite the fact that she knew this already. Tommy chuckles.

“That’s right, not an Underground Rules Match.” He remarks. Kimberly just scoffs and shakes her head.

“Well what the hell is CHBKlmnopqrstuvwxyz, the referee, or anyone else in SCW gonna do about it if Oskar the Grouch and I just start using weapons against one another anyway? Double disqualification? No Contest?” She shrugs her shoulders. “Big deal! We can fight to our heart’s delight!”

“There is one thing you should consider, babe.” Tommy remarks, holding up one finger. Kim furrows her brow out of curiosity.

“And what’s that?”

“You have mentioned to me privately and on social media that you would like to win a World Championship someday, maybe even before 2025 is over. Taking Hold of the Flame is coming up and yeah, I get it, everything is legal, chaos galore and that’s your wheelhouse. But winning the Flame is one thing, actually going on to win the world title is another story.” He shakes his head. “I’m not sure CHBK will exactly let you smack James Evans…or whoever the champ may be…over the head with a chair.”

“I would never smack him over the head with a chair.” Kim rolls her eyes. “I have more respect for the dignity of the world title than to do that….I would smack him with my penguin.” She says, grinning from ear to ear. Tommy chuckles.

“I think you know what I mean, babe.”

“Yeah, I do, but don’t forget that I am just as good a technical wrestler and submission wrestler as I am a death match fighter.” She holds up one finger. “All I need is one shot, one opportunity, and I can be World Champion. I guarantee it.”

“Then maybe you should consider that when facing Oskar?” Tommy asks. Kimberly opens her mouth as if preparing to speak but she is cut off with the sound of their doorbell ringing. Both Tommy and Kim look at each other confused. “Were you expecting your mom or your sisters today?”

“No…were you expecting your friend Barack Obama?”

“I don’t know Barack.” He smirks. “Kinda wish I did.” The doorbell rings again. Kimberly sighs and stands up.

“Ok, well, if you won’t answer the door then I will.” She kisses Tommy on his forehead. “Stay here and keep Caligula company until I get back.”

The Woman Scorned walks past the sofa and makes her way out into the hall and towards the door. Meanwhile the doorbell rings for a third time. Kim rolls her eyes, seemingly frustrated with the impatience of whoever it is at her front door. She steps up to the front door and then opens it up to reveal a middle aged woman with brown hair and thick glasses wearing a crimson red skirt and black long sleeve blouse, complete with semi-opaque tights and black high heel pumps. The woman has a warm smile on her face that, to Kim at least appears to be deceptive.

“Oh, hello!” Kim waves playfully. “Congratulations on successfully maneuvering through the minefield in my backyard!”

“Minefield?” The woman asks curiously. She laughs. “Fun joke!”

“Yeah…a joke…that’s exactly what that was…” Kim snickers. “So what can I do for you?”

“My name is Karen Lassiter.” She extends a hand towards Kimberly, who reluctantly accepts the offered handshake. “I am the President of the Homeowner’s Association. You must be Kimberly Wasley?”

“What?” Kim shakes her head. “No, he’s my boyfriend, we’re not married. And if we ever do get married, he’s taking MY last name or I’ll stab him to death.”

“Oh…you’re one of them.”

“If you mean exciting and fun loving, yes!” Kim snickers.

“I meant progressive.” Karen shrugs her shoulders. “To each their own.”

“Well, Karen, do you want to come inside?” Kim offers. “You can meet my socialist partner and we can sit down and discuss the plight of the proletariat over dairy free, glutton free, and macaroni free macaroni and cheese?”

“Uh, no thanks.” Karen shakes her head. “As…fun as that sounds, I’m just here to briefly remind you about the rules. You know, the homeowner’s association rules you agreed to when you moved in?”

“Rules were meant to be broken.” Kim proudly declares.

“Not these rules.” Karen shakes her head. “And you broke several.” She turns and points to a lifesize Dalek in the yard. Karen looks on in disgust. “And what in the name of God is that? Is that some sort of weird sex toy, phallic symbol or…”

“A what?!” Kim bursts out laughing. “It’s not a sex toy. It’s a Dalek!”

“Is that some sort of fancy new political symbolism or…?”

“Yes….that Dalek is representative of the oppressive bourgeoises. It wants to exterminate the working class proletariat.” Williams smirks.

“Uh-huh…” Karen looks rather unconvinced and shakes her head “...whatever it is, I want it gone. Also no PETS are allowed and I am fairly certain I saw you move a rat inside your home.”

“Its a hamster and his name is Caligula.” Kim points out. “And how the hell did you know? Were you stalking me? Ordinarily I would be offended but, honestly, I’m actually rather proud of anyone who has the guts to stalk me.” She grins knowingly. “Only one other person tried to stalk me. No one will ever find their body.”

“Are…are you serious?” Karen asks.

“Maybe…maybe not…” The Woman Scorned shrugs her shoulders.

“Well the hamster and that….thing…” she points at the Dalek “...both of them need to go. Also I took notice of those booby traps of yours that you used against the poor young woman.” Karen snarls. “What you did could be considered assault.”

“Yes, well, that poor young woman was Carol and she trespassing, for starters. Secondly, she and I have made up since then. We’re all good. And third…I’m impressed.”

“Impressed?”

“Yeah! I have soooo many booby traps laid out here for trespassers and creepy stalkers like you! I am impressed that you managed to avoid them all! Do you have some sort of secret layout of where I have them hidden?” Kim asks playfully.

“Uh…no…” Karen shakes her head.

“Oh. Well in that case it’ll be fun seeing if you can survive making back to your home.” The Woman Scorned winks playfully.

“You are insane!” Karen exclaims. “Booby traps are definitely NOT allowed under homeowner’s association guidelines!”

“What am I supposed to do the next time someone invades the privacy of my home…” she points at Karen “...y’know, like what you’re doing right now?”

“I am not invading your privacy. I have every right to be here as the president of the HOA. And if someone does trespass, try calling the police like normal people.”

“But I’m not normal people.” Kim winks playfully.

“Look!” Karen is now thoroughly frustrated with Kimberly at this point. “Get rid of the giant pepper shaker…”

“Dalek.”

“Whatever! Get rid of it, get of the hamster, get rid of the booby traps! Get rid of all of it or else there will be consequences!”

Karen turns and storms away angrily at first but then noticeably more cautious and slow, as if remembering Kimberly’s threat about the other potential booby traps still on the property. Kim waves playfully as Karen walks off. Once Karen is safely out of hearing distance Kimberly speaks up once more, and quotes the infamous Bugs Bunny…

“Of course you know, this means war!”

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May 14th, 2025
Austin, Texas
On Camera
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The camera flickered to life, capturing what appears to be a professional studio. In the middle of it all stood Kimberly Williams with red hair that flowed seamlessly past her shoulders. Her eyes, a sharp green flecked with amber, sparkled with the kind of mischief that hinted she might veer off-topic at any second, and enjoy it. She wore a faded oversized t-shirt that read “Queen of the Death Match” on the front, loosely tucked into a pair of drawstring pajama pants patterned with cartoon penguins holding slices of pizza. A pair of mismatched socks peeked out from under her cuffs, one striped and the other sporting a worn-out image of Bigfoot. Kimberly leaned toward the lens, her elbows on the desk, a crooked grin tugging at her lips as she adjusted the angle of the webcam with a quick, practiced flick.

“Greetings my Kimmymaniacs!” She proudly exclaims. “I have set up shop here in Austin, Texas ahead of Breakdown and my upcoming war with Oskar The Grouch.” She winks playfully. “I’ll get to you in a moment, Oskar. But first I feel the need to address certain unnecessary scandals and allegations being brought up by CHBKlmnopqrstuvwxyz.” She holds up two fingers. “I missed two straight Breakdowns and yes, I admit that is unusual for yours truly, but let’s not forget that despite putting my body through hell, putting my life on the line in death matches for years, after years of single handedly keeping the Underground division held up on my back, I never once took a break. I never took time off. Even when I wasn’t scheduled I would still show up. These two Breakdowns I didn’t show up and you only have CHBKlmnopqrstuvwxyz to blame. He gave me nothing to do so I decided, why not take some time to myself to reflect? Why not take a little break?”

“And I used that break to do exactly that…I reflected. I have spent so many years of my life not just resurrecting the Underground division here in SCW but making it one of the most prestigious hardcore divisions in professional wrestling today. Hell, I didn’t even ask for that job. I had the job of Underground Division fighter thrust upon me because management thought that, just because I was psychotic, that I was best suited for the Underground. It never occurred to them that a lunatic like me could be a damn good pure wrestler as well. I was offended at first but I decided to make them pay by taking their Underground division and making it my own. But I look back now at what I’ve done and I would never change a thing. This isn’t a goodbye to the Underground, and if granted one more opportunity against ol’ MacDonald then I will damn sure accept. But I can honestly say that I know MY Underground in safe hands after two chaotic wars against the current champ. But what does the future have in store for The Queen of the Death Match?” She shrugs her shoulders.

“Who knows? What I do know is that Oskar The Grouch is in my future. I get Oskar The Grouch tomorrow night on Breakdown. I know you’ve been excited for this ever since it was announced. I know you’ve been anxious to shed my blood, just as excited as I’ve been about shedding yours. You enjoy a good war, you want a good death match, and tomorrow night is our chance.” She sighs. “Unfortunately the boring old sap CHBKlmnopqrstuvwxyz wants to make this a normal wrestling match…” Kim presses a button and sounds of booing can be heard “...yes, I am sorry, my Kimmymaniacs, and I am sorry Oskar The Grouch, but management doesn’t want this to be an Underground Match. Its almost like they want to keep yours truly away from the division that she built!”

“The thing is, I don’t play by their rules. I am Kimberly Williams, I am the ONE TRUE Queen of Chaos, and I play by my own damn rules. And my rules simply means that there are no rules. My rules are the principles of chaos itself. I will do whatever my mind wants to do at that very moment in time. Maybe I will decide to outwrestle you, Oskar The Grouch? I have proven time and time again that I am one of the best wrestlers in this promotion yet people want to pigeonhole me as just a hardcore girl. So I could outwrestle you and make management eat crow. Alternatively I could throw the rules out the window, I could indulge your need for violence and we together annoy the ever loving piss out of management by turning our wrestling match into an unscheduled Underground war.” She points a finger at the camera. “I know what you want, Oskar The Grouch, but it isn’t about what you want. You have to live and die by chaos just like me, because everywhere I go, I bring chaos with me. I might simply beat you, or I might maim you. Who knows?”

“All you need to know is that I am desperate for this win. I need to turn things around. So whether I outwrestle you and make you tap or whether I maim you, make you bleed, and cut you to pieces, either way the fact remains that I am making a statement tomorrow night at your expense. I am walking away from our war while you…well…you just might not walk away from it period. Tomorrow night, The Queen of the Death Match turns the corner and refocuses on doing what I do best…spreading chaos and winning championships…and step one in refocusing is to put Oskar The Grouch through hell. But that’s what you want, right? You love the violence. You want a war. Be careful what you ask for, because you will get it…one way or another. I will give you a war and hell either by tearing you apart piece by piece in a wrestling clinic or by bludgeoning you with every weapon I can find.”

“CHAOS is the rule of things, Oskar The Grouch, and CHAOS will dictate how our match goes. No one knows chaos better than me; that’s why you are screwed come tomorrow night on Breakdown. I need to win, I will win, I will do whatever is necessary to put you down.”

[Oskar Theron]

Drug taking with Khat and excited to face an real Underground wrestler than the fake Underground Champion.