Enigma & Dexter Grant vs. Colleen MacDonald & Kimberly Williams

[Konrad Raab]

4 RP Limit for tag

3500 Word Limit Per RP

Deadline: 11:59:59 pm ET Wednesday, July 9, 2025 (to ensure enough time for roleplaying; show will still act as if taking place on Thursday).

[The Matt]

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July 6th, 2025
Boston, Massachusetts
Off Camera
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Kimberly Williams has had a sneaking suspicion as to who attacked her from behind a few weeks ago on Breakdown. Those suspicions have seemingly been confirmed with the release of Dexter Grant’s latest propaganda piece calling her out. It definitely makes sense for someone like Grant, who is vehemently opposed to social media, with his strong desire to disconnect, to target The Woman Scorned. Kimberly has made an impact off of social media. She has gained the spotlight and interest of wrestlers, promotions, and, more importantly, fans from all over the world thanks to her use of social media. Her photoshoots, her merchandise sales, her People’s Bunkhouse Stampede Poll over Twitter…or is that X now…all of this would definitely make The Queen of the Death Match a target for someone as deranged and obsessed as Dexter Grant. What Dexter Grant does not know is that Kimberly can be just as deranged and obsessed when she wants to be and she can be far more dangerous than him. In fact, he could ask Colleen MacDonald just how dangerous Kimberly can be. Kim and Colleen went through a violent, bloody series of matches over the SCW Underground Championship. Now they are teaming up together for Breakdown live from Miami to take on Dexter Grant and his partner, The Monster Machine Enigma. This is the very definition of strange bed fellows. Kimberly and Colleen are no strangers to one another, they have gone to war against each other, but now they have to work together. Dexter Grant hates anyone who uses social media and thus he is likely to detest his tag team partner, who gladly engages in social media activity. And Enigma, well, he doesn’t like much of anything or anyone. Kimberly hopes that she and Colleen have gained at least some level of respect for one another to give them the ability to work together long enough to put down this unique pairing of a tag team. A victory here could help The Woman Scorned in her battle with Dexter Grant, a battle that could result in her becoming Adrenaline Champion if she plays her cards right.

Her current wrestling affair isn’t the only problem The Woman Scorned is dealing with right now. She was recently invited by a strange new friend, Camilla Aldridge, to join an organization known as the Athenian Fellowship. Ordinarily Kim would not care to socialize with wealthy snobs like those in this Athenian Fellowship, but her interest was peaked when she learned from Camilla that Kim’s grandfather, Bart Jones was once a member. Kim wants to get to know more about her late grandfather, she wants to feel close to him, and this could be her way to do just that. Still, this whole organization raises red flags. It strikes Kim as a cult, but Camilla claims it isn’t a cult. She says it is a secret society. What raised further red flags is that Angelica Jones, Bart’s daughter and Kim’s mother, has no recollection of Bart ever being a member of this group. Angelica has never even heard of the group. Kim is still lost about whether or not she can trust Camilla and this organization, but she does want to know more about her grandfather and if this connects to him in some way, she wants to get closer. There is still one other individual she can seek out, who she can trust, and who has experience with seedy, shady cults.

Her identical twin sister, Marie Jones.

The living room of Marie Jones’s elegant Boston home gleamed with quiet sophistication. Floor-to-ceiling windows along one side of the room invited in soft shafts of golden afternoon light, which spilled across the pale hardwood floors and the gentle cream hues of the custom-made sectional sofa. A delicate glass coffee table stood at the center of the room, atop a muted Persian-style rug in faded blue and ivory. A single abstract painting in shades of rose gold and charcoal hung above the mantle, tying the entire room together with effortless grace. In the middle of this carefully cultivated living room was The Woman Scorned herself Kimberly Williams. Curled up on one end of the sofa with her legs tucked beneath her and a throw blanket draped haphazardly across her lap, Kim looked entirely at ease, as though she’d been born in that very spot. Her long red hair was unbrushed but radiant, cascading in lazy waves over her shoulders and falling across the black Wasley the penguin logo t-shirt she wore. The sleeves were rolled up just enough to reveal her slender arms, one of which loosely cradled her well loved plush penguin, Wasley. Kim wore a pair of ripped jeans with sneakers that had once been white but were now more of a soft gray from constant wear. Her fingernails were painted black.

The contrast between the two sisters could not have been more stark when her identical twin entered the picture. Marie Jones entered the room carrying a pair of drinks on a small polished silver tray. She moved with elegance and precision, every step measured, her posture perfect. Her long red hair, nearly identical in color to Kim’s, had been brushed to a flawless shine and styled into soft waves that framed her delicate features. She wore a high-waisted cream skirt and a rose-colored blouse that tied at the neck in a soft bow, the sleeves billowing slightly around her wrists before tapering at the cuffs. Her makeup was subtle but immaculately done. A slim gold bracelet circled one wrist, catching the light as she gently set the tray down on the coffee table. One glass held a rich burgundy pour of wine, the other a soda in a tall glass with ice clinking lightly against the sides. Her presence added to the sense of order in the room, a natural extension of the décor; elegant, deliberate, and polished. And yet her expression, as she glanced over at her sister curled up on the couch with the well-worn penguin plushie, softened with something more tender. A familiar fondness lingered in her eyes despite the obvious differences between them. As Marie lowered herself gracefully into the armchair opposite Kim, the sunlight caught in her wine glass, casting red-tinged patterns across the table. Kim’s soda fizzed gently beside it, untouched for the moment, as she adjusted Wasley in her arms and turned to look at her sister.

“Thanks for the drink!” Kim says happily, leaning over to pick up the soda. She takes a sip. Marie smiles warmly.

“Of course. I’m just glad for your company. It’s always good to have you over. It’s a shame your nephew won’t be here to see you.”

“How is Sean?” Kim asks.

“He’s doing well.” Marie nods her head. “Still learning the ropes overseas at the Braddock Wrestling School. And yes, it is still a major adjustment for me to be away from him.”

“It’s good for you.” Kim states. “It’s good for both of you. You can’t be overprotective, you have to cut the apron strings at some point. That was the mistake our mother made.”

“You’re right.” Marie nods her head. “What about you? How is SCW?”

“I have a new playmate.” Kim grins knowingly. “Dexter Grant.”

“The Adrenaline Champion?” Marie arches her brow. Kim nods her head in confirmation. “So championship gold is in your future?”

“Maybe. He wants to disconnect me, make me cease to exist, some other murdery or death innuendo. I’m pretty sure he was the dope who attacked me backstage a few weeks ago. But that’s fine, if he wants to pick a fight with me let him. He hasn’t dealt with someone as crazy as me yet.”

“I take it you already have a plan.”

“Me? A plan?” Kim snickers. “Do I look like the kind of girl who makes a plan? All I can tell you is that Dex is gonna regret messing with me. This week’s Breakdown is just a taste of things to come.”

“What’s this week?” Marie asks as she sips her wine.

“I’m teaming with Ol’ MacDonald to face Dexter and Monster Machine.”

“Wait a sec, you and Colleen?” Marie looks surprised. Kim smirks knowingly. “How the hell are you two supposed to get along after the wars you have been through against one another?!”

“Oh you know me, sis! My best friends in life are people who I have tried to kill and, in turn, have tried to kill me. You…Abi…Deanna…Striker…hell, I am even starting to warm up to Jimbo Evans.”

“You have to be kidding me.” Marie rolls her eyes.

“Nope. And Colleen is no different. Trust me, we will be best pals going into Breakdown this week and we’ll carnage in our wake! It’ll be glorious!”

“I just hope you know what you’re doing.”

Marie sighs and sips on her wine. Kimberly adjusts her position on the sofa to get comfortable. She strokes her penguin, Wasley, gently. She knows that she has more important business to discuss than just simply SCW Breakdown.

“Oh I do.” Kim says. “But, actually, I didn’t really come here to talk shop about SCW.”

“Oh?” Marie arches her brow curiously. “What’s on your mind?”

“Well…” Kim grins with mischief in her eyes “...I was hoping you could me some advice about cults.”

“Cults?!”

“Yeah!” Kim nods her head excitedly. “I mean, you DO know all about them. You know cults so well, right?” The Woman Scorned winks playfully. Marie sighs out of frustration as she sets her wine glass down.

“You didn’t have to put it like that.”

“Come on, sis, you are the ONLY member of this family to have joined a cult. So you kinda are the expert on cults in the family.”

Kim is referencing Marie’s time spent as a member of the Inner Peace Enlightenment Retreat. It was sold to her as a way of dealing with the grief and trauma of her then fiance, Arthur, killing himself. Only later did she learn that it was nothing but a front for a sick and twisted sex cult with its leader, Raul Alfaro, using the members as his own personal harem. Marie Jones only recently put this ordeal in her past. She shakes her head.

“Still, you didn’t have to say it like that. Inner Peace was a very traumatic time for me.”

“Sorry, Marie, but you know me.” Kim winks playfully. “I have no filter.”

“I know that all too well.” Marie rolls her eyes. “Well what is it? What do you need to know about cults that supposedly only I can help you with?”

“You’re gonna love it.” Kim grins from ear to ear. “I might be joining a cult!”

“What?!” Marie exclaims. Kim bursts into laughter.

“Ok, well maybe…maybe not…” she shrugs her shoulders “...not sure yet, to be perfectly honest.”

“Cut the crap and tell me what’s going on.” Marie says very sternly, almost like a parent lecturing a child.

“Fine. Remember when I drove that Karen lady absolutely bonkers and made her move away just to get away from me?”

“Yes, I remember.” Marie nods her head.

“Well the entire community loved me for it. Especially the wealthier members of the homeowner’s association. I really got the attention of an older woman named Camilla Aldridge.”

“Who is that?”

“No idea.” Kim shrugs her shoulders. “Just some wealthy lady who apparently hated Karen as much as I did. She was so impressed with how I drove Karen away that she decided to spoil me rotten. Took her to this fancy restaurant she owns, practically let me have the run of the place. Treated me like damn royalty. It was great!”

“Just what you need, new friends.” Marie chuckles lightly. “But what does that have to do with a cult?”

“That’s another thing…Camilla is part of this group…she calls it a secret society…called The Athenian Fellowship. She says they are just a group of wealthy friends in the neighborhood who get together, socialize, and do the occasional good deed for the community. She even said our grandfather was a member.”

“Really?” Marie is now interested. Kim shrugs her shoulders.

“Maybe. I asked mom but she says she had never heard of the Athenian Fellowship and she definitely doesn’t think he would have joined a secret society because the Church prohibits membership.”

“She is right about that.” Marie says with a sigh. “Membership in any secret society, such as the freemasons for example, is prohibited. Our grandfather was a practicing Catholic so he wouldn’t have joined.”

“Unless he wasn’t as good a Catholic as we were led to believe.” Kim winks. “But what do you think about the Athenian Fellowship?”

“I don’t know what to say, Kim. I mean, I’ve never heard of them either. I think the real question here is about trust.” She points a finger at Kim. “Do you trust Camilla and do you trust this group?”

“I trust no one.” Kim shakes her head. “And after that whole situation with Inner Peace, I definitely don’t trust any groups with secrets.”

“Then maybe that’s your answer?” Marie suggests. “If your gut is telling you to stay away then stay away.”

“But Camilla and her pals don’t strike me as dangerous or threatening. They just strike me as eccentric rich people with nothing better to do.” Kim smirks. “Besides, if there is even the slimmest chance that there is a legit connection between our grandfather and this organization, then I want to be a part of it.”

“Kim…” Marie pauses for a moment as she collects her thoughts “...I know how bad you want to learn about Bart.”

“No, you don’t.” Kim shakes her head. “You did spend time with him. He was gone by the time I was back in the picture. I spent a long time getting to know our dad’s family and everything I learned about him makes sense. He is a monster and I have a monster buried deep down inside of me.”

“But you’re not a monster, Kim.” Marie says. “Surely you know this by now.”

“My mind knows it but my heart doesn’t. This is why getting to know our grandfather is so important. I need to know more about him, I need to know feel a connection to him, something that maybe can redeem me.”

“You’re crazy if you think you need redeeming.” Marie hugs her tightly. “But you’re my sister and I support you no matter what.”

“Great!”

“But you’re right.” Marie sighs after breaking the embrace. “I do know a thing or two about cults, or secret societies, whatever. And they can be very dangerous. So if you do decide to pursue this further, just be very careful.”

[Jay Gold]

Colleen's Chronicles:  Chapter 1 - Breaking

[Digitox]

RP 1:
https://docs.google.com/document/d/1pEMl...sp=sharing

[The Matt]

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July 9th, 2025
Miami, Florida
On Camera
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We're out on Miami, Florida's streets. A building with fluted columns and elaborate relief carvings in the classical style looms large in a majestic, imposing manner. The walls are composed of smooth, light stone that has been engraved with abstract shapes and decorative floral scrolls, lending the scene a sense of classical refinement. Down the side of the building is a raised walkway made of pale stone. It isn’t long until after the camera feed starts to roll before we are joined by the lovely female figure of “The Woman Scorned” Kimberly Williams. She approaches an archway and then rests one arm against the carved wall while theatrically waving the other with a crazy, loony flair that Kimberly is known for.

Kimberly is dressed in a deep violet blazer, sharply tailored and crisply structured, that fits her like it was custom made. The jacket features a classic double-breasted cut with bold green buttons that boldly stick out, just like Kim herself. Beneath the blazer, the green fabric of her dress peeks out. The skirt continues the interplay of colors, its base a vivid green woven through with painterly waves of purple that echo the blazer’s color. The skirt falls modestly to her knees, flaring ever so slightly. In her right arm she cradles her beloved penguin plushie named Wasley. She holds him like a mother holds a child yet her eyes and grin are like that of a certifiable psychopath, which is an accurate description of The Woman Scorned.

“In an unfair and unjust society, the one and only true arbiter of justice is chaos. Chaos, as I have said many times, is fair. It doesn’t matter whether you are rich or poor, strong or weak, male or female, nationality, none of that matters to chaos. Chaos can happen to anyone at any time. You never know what might happen to you. Me? I embraced chaos a long time ago. People know my story. People know I was abandoned, forgotten, locked up in a mental asylum and spent time rotting away. Chaos became my friend. Chaos became my philosophy. I recognized that nothing had done me wrong. It was just chaos. All of it was chaos. Which is why I am rarely bothered when a little dweeb like Dexter Grant tries to pull a stunt against yours truly.” She snickers. “All I do is retaliate by introducing ol’ Dexy-Poo to chaos. I show him what chaos is all about. Besides, why should I be angry with Dexy-Poo? Dex, you gave me the perfect excuse and justification to go all out and have a blast, uninhibited by the restraints of stupid rules and regulations. So thank you, Dex! Thank you for provoking me! It made me oh so happy!”

The Woman Scorned holds Wasley the penguin up to the camera and starts speaking on his behalf. “You really screwed up, Dexter! You went and made an enemy out of this psychopath! She’s kidnapped and tortured people before! Who knows what she’ll do to you when she gets her hands on you!” She turns the penguin back around to face her and speaks scoldingly to it, again, like a mother to a disobedient child.

“Hush now, Wasley! You’re going to frighten the poor little dear.” She winks playfully at the camera. “I don’t want my victims to run away before the real fun can begin! And that fun has only just begun! Just ask Wendell about all the fun I am capable of! I am a barrel of laughs, Dexy-Poo, and you’re about to find out just how much fun I can be! You are going to learn the hard way that you messed with the wrong psychopath! I live for messing with idiots like you! I enjoy messing with people like you and anyone who supports that line of garbage that comes out of your mouth week in and week out! You know what else, Dex? Nothing makes me feel more alive than kidnapping someone live on television!” Kimberly says gleefully with a sinister grin on her face.

“See, Dexy-Poo, the last thing you want to do is provoke a psychopath. You attacked me from behind backstage. You continued to run your mouth about me, how supposedly I am a great big disappointment. But for a so-called brainiac like you who thinks he’s a damned genius, you don’t do your homework very well. I’m a joke? Just a garbage death match wrestler? That’s what you think I am, Dex? Here’s the reality; I am a reigning World Champion in another promotion called Valiant. That makes me among the best pure wrestlers in the world today, something that those who know me…my friends and family who actually take the time to get to know me…already knew a long time ago. I always have been one of the best wrestlers to walk the face of the earth. That’s not arrogance, that’s fact. I just happen to believe that expanding my horizons is a good thing. I believe taking on new and unique challenges is healthy for a career. This ‘joke’ resurrected the Underground division in SCW and elevated its prestige to where, at one point, it was nearly on level with the SCW World Championship. This joke is a reigning World Champion. This joke has expanded her horizons and can do it all.”

“Am I a joke because I have a penguin I talk to named Wasley? Am I a joke because rolling around in barbed wire and thumb tacks doesn’t frighten me? All I know is that it made a wealthy woman. It made me famous in the world of professional wrestling. But my wrestling skill made me a World Champion. The only joke I see is the dweeb who thinks social media is the great anti-christ. Seriously, of all the causes out there, that is not a hill worth dying on. The only joke I know is the joke who cannot do a damn thing on his own, who feels completely and utterly helpless without his man child pal Wendell to do his dirty work for him.” She grins nastily. “How did it feel, Dex? How did it feel to be without your lackey? I could have done everyone a favor and eliminated him from the equation for good and there wouldn’t have been a damn thing you could do about it. You were helpless to save him. You were helpless to stop me. I WAS IN CONTROL, NOT YOU! HOW DID IT FEEL TO NOT BE IN CONTROL?!” She throws her head back and laughs maniacally. “That…that is called chaos, Dexy, and it made a joke out of you and Wendell.” She motions to herself.

“This joke earns the respect and even friendship of those she has gone to war with…Abigail Lindsay, Deanna Frost, Owen Cruze, Konrad Oktoberfest Raab, and my new bestie, my new tag team partner Colleen Ol’ MacDonald…yes, I have earned their respect and they have earned mine because we went to war, we shed each other’s blood, we went to hell and back. Is that something you can comprehend, Dexy? Friendship! Respect! Colleen and I went to hell and back in wars over the Underground Title at Retribution. We went through 3 Stages of Hell at Rebirth. We damn near destroyed each other and, in the end, she earned my respect. I respect her. I’d like to think she respects me. And on Breakdown we will be going to hell again, this time as partners, as allies.”

“I know she can handle a loser like you, Dex. And I know she can take on a Monster Machine. She’s overcome worse. So I know that Ol’ Macdonald and I, united, can easily take the two of you down in Miami. We can and will paint Miami red in your blood because we can get along, we can work together, and we will be a cohesive unit. Now I could go on and on explaining this respect I have for Colleen and how it will help us, how it will give us the edge, but what point will it do? People like you don’t pay a damn bit of attention to any message that doesn’t fit your crazy ass narrative.” Williams snickers. “Funny, imagine that? Me, of all people, calling someone else crazy. You really are a special kind of nuts for me to call you crazy, Dexy. But that’s beside the point. See, your problem is that people like you don’t get the idea of respect and friendship because you don’t have any friends except for that dweeb Wendell.” She winks playfully at the camera.

“You’re welcome, by the way. I gave Wendell some culture! I infused his poor soul with a heaping helping of pop culture! Songs galore! Sabrina Carpenter! In no time Wendell will be twerking and saying Fein Fein Fein. Me and Travis Scott and Sabrina Carpenter worked our magic on him and had it not been for my mother ruining the fun, he would permanently be a little social media butterfly. Still, at least I helped expose Wendell to more of our world outside of your mother’s basement, Dexy. I also created a viral moment! You, Wendell, and the unicorn are a social media hit! You’re all over Facebook, X, Tic Toc, Blue Sky, and every other platform in social media existence! You are CONNECTED, Dex! You are a social media megastar and it is all thanks to me!” She throws her head back and laughs maniacally.

“Try and enjoy it, Dexy. Try and enjoy your social media spotlight. Enjoy being a viral star because, let’s face it, you picked a fight with a very dangerous, very deadly psychopath. I am the queen of chaos, I am the Queen of the Death Match, did you really expect me to let you get away with all of that nonsense you pulled? Last week was just the beginning. I tortured Wendell. I made you and him into a viral phenomena. And very soon I will take that Adrenaline Championship away from you, putting me one step closer to Supreme Championship status and making you one step closer to irrelevancy. But first comes Breakdown, first Colleen and I have to team up and take you and your ‘partner’ down, and I use that term oh so loosely because, let’s face it, you’re not exactly a true tag team are you?” The Woman Scorned snickers; a knowing grin is etched across her lovely face.

“I’m not pretending me and Ol’ Macdonald are a true tag team. This is the first time we’ve teamed up. Not like we have a lot of great chemistry. But hey, at least we have know how each other operates from the many times we have fought. And at least Colleen and I have respect enough for one another to work together and not betray one another out of spite.” She points a long slender finger at the camera. “Can you and The Monster Machine say the same? You are opposed to all things social media and anyone who uses such tools are your arch rivals, am I right about that? Yet the Enigmatic Enigma is a social media butterfly himself. Trust me, I know. I follow him! He posts such nice, warm, and fuzzy poetry! Nice fun pictures. His social media feed is one of my favorites. If you actually had a social media presence, and if you actually did your homework, you would know that.”

“Then there’s of course the obvious problem with The Engimatic Enigma himself; you aren't exactly a friendly guy, are you buddy?” The Queen of the Death Match grins playfully. “Enigma, you seem like the kinda guy I would like to get to know better…and I don’t mean going out for drinks sometime, I mean tearing each other to shreds, shedding each other’s blood, and trying to murder each other in the center of the ring…that’s how I make friends, after all. A monster and a psychopath tend to make good friends. But you?” She shakes her head. “I doubt you and Dexy-Poo would make good friends. You might claim that you will uphold your end of the bargain, and maybe you will, but what happens when Dexy-Poo loses his shit over the fact that you tweeted about your match? What happens when Dexy gets in trouble and he decides to leave you high and dry to deal with me and Colleen all by yourself? I’m not sowing seeds of discord, I’m stating facts because that is Dexy’s modus operandi. That is his reputation. He has betrayed people over social media crap. He has turned his back on his partners to save his own ass. He’s done it before and he will do it to you.”

“This team of Enigma and Dexter Grant is the very picture of chaos itself. Two men who don’t trust anyone, let alone each other. One in particular who hates social media and the other who HAS social media. It is the recipe for chaos. Normally, chaos is my thing and normally I find chaos to be an advantage but I know a thing or two about chaos. I am the one true queen of chaos. I am chaos and your chaos isn’t the good kind. Hell, you two couldn’t take advantage of this chaos if you wanted to because, quite frankly, your team is ready to implode at any moment now. Breakdown isn’t going to be very pleasant for either of you. Breakdown Colleen and I, the one team that can get along and work together, will take down The Monster Machine and the anti-social media dweeb. Chaos will reign and you two will fall.”

[Digitox]

RP 2:
https://docs.google.com/document/d/13K5i...sp=sharing

[Enigma]

[SPIRALROAD | Fragment 82 – The Crown That Bites]

“Some memories are wounds. Others are warnings.
But the ones that never happened—
those are the most dangerous of all.”

Sev Yurievich returned from UGWC's WrestleStock altered — body intact, mind unraveling. What he found wasn’t a festival district, but a rot behind the veil: The Memory Market, a place where futures are bought, sold, and consumed. Where a vision of his son’s downfall branded itself into his soul. Where the spiral whispered prophecies with teeth.

Now, on the go-home show before Rise to Greatness, ENIGMA confronts Colleen MacDonald, not as challenger… but as omen. The belt she clings to is not salvation. It is bait. A crown grown from rot.

This triptych tale weaves through surreal horror, mythic wrath, and domestic dread — ending at home, where even Elle has begun to trace the spiral in her sleep.

The spiral remembers.
The spiral reclaims.
The spiral crowns its heir in ash.
And incinerates everything else.

READ FULL ENTRY ►HERE◄

[Jay Gold]

OOC:  Forgot to mention that in Chapter 1, the appearance of David Striker has been approved by his handler.



Colleen's Chronicles:  Chapter 2 - Dealing