Kimberly Williams vs. Veil

[Konrad Raab]

2 RP Limit for singles

3500 Word Per RP

Deadline: 11:59:59 pm ET Wednesday, October 1, 2025

[The Matt]

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September 24th, 2025
Boston, Massachusetts
Off Camera
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Apocalypse has come and gone and Kimberly Williams lost the SCW Adrenaline Championship to Dexter Grant. The Woman Scorned isn’t taking this defeat very hard, though. If you ask her, no longer being Adrenaline Champion means that she is free to pursue her other goals in SCW. She still wants to remind the world that she is the one true Queen of the Death Match by capturing the SCW Underground Title and breaking the record with her sixth reign. And now that The Monster Machine Enigma has apparently dispatched of Colleen once and for all, The Woman Scorned could easily maneuver herself into contention as the next challenger. Kimberly also recognizes that she is one championship away from Supreme Championship status. If she becomes SCW World Champion, she would earn the Supreme Championship status, the ultimate prize in the promotion. And with the Trios Tournament about to begin, she realizes that she is in a prime position to potentially make some moves. Winning a Trios Contract would give her the opportunity to achieve either of those goals. Let Dexter Grant think he’s won. Kimmy doesn’t have any desire to feud with him any longer. She also has no real desire to further pursue Shot of Adrenaline but if she happens to accidentally win the tournament, she will forfeit her right to challenge for the Adrenaline Title. Williams has no desire to pursue that title any longer. Kimberly is taking things one piece at a time and that means her next opponent, her first match since Apocalypse, against Veil on Breakdown. It will be in Canada on October 2nd, the day after her birthday. The Queen of the Death match intends to make it a very happy birthday by bouncing back from Apocalypse with a win and hopefully getting her new goals, her new journey, off to a great start.

First, Kimberly has returned home to Boston, Massachusetts to handle far more personal business. Recently she has infiltrated a secret society known as The Athenian Fellowship. Nothing Kim does should surprise anyone at this point but The Woman Scorned has a legitimate reason for doing this; her late grandfather, Bart Jones, infiltrated the group once because he suspected that they were up to no good. He came close to exposing them but failed. Kim has been desperate to not only learn more about her grandfather, but to feel a closer connection to the Jones family, a family she has long since felt disconnected from. This investigation has brought Kim closer to the memory of her grandfather, she feels what really makes her a Jones, she feels that connection to her grandfather’s memory, but there is still more work to do. And that has brought her to this cafe in Boston where she hopes to meet and talk with a detective that worked with Bart on this very case.

The café sat at the corner of a quiet, tree-lined street in Boston, the kind of place that seemed trapped between decades, with faded awnings and mismatched chairs that looked like they’d each been adopted from different households. The morning sunlight streamed through the tall windows, catching on the dust motes that drifted lazily in the air. At a table near the window sat Kimberly Williams. Her hair, a wild, bright red that seemed to defy any attempt at taming, framed her face in fiery disarray. A few stubborn curls caught the light like threads of copper. She was dressed with deliberate eccentricity, a plum-colored scarf loosely looped around her neck despite the mild weather, and a vintage green jacket that looked rescued from a forgotten thrift shop. The faintest smudge of ink stained her fingertips, a telltale sign of her restless mind and perhaps a notebook hidden somewhere in that oversized leather bag at her feet. Her tea had gone cold. The cup sat before her untouched, the surface of the liquid reflecting the pale light like a mirror. Every so often she glanced toward the door, her green eyes sharp and alive with expectation, though it was impossible to tell whether that expectation carried hope or dread.
The other patrons paid her little attention. A pair of students argued over a laptop in the corner; an elderly man read a newspaper by the counter, his glasses sliding down his nose. The barista, a tall young man with a disinterested smile, wiped the same section of the counter over and over. Time seemed to hum softly around her, slow but not stagnant, like the pause before a key change in a song.

Then the bell above the door chimed, a small, brittle sound that broke the stillness. Kimberly’s hand froze mid-tap. A figure entered, casting a long shadow across the tiled floor. The man was tall, broad-shouldered but slightly stooped with age, his overcoat worn but neatly pressed. He carried himself with the kind of quiet gravity that comes from years of seeing too much and saying too little. His eyes, gray and alert, swept the room once before settling on her. Kimberly’s expression softened, though a flicker of tension remained in her posture. She hasn’t met him before but she is certain this is the person she has been waiting on; a retired detective and former associate of her late grandfather Bart Jones. The man crossed the café with slow, deliberate steps. His cane made a soft, measured click against the floor with each movement. He stopped at her table, studying her face as if confirming something from memory, then pulled out the chair opposite her. Kimberly leaned forward slightly, the light catching the edge of her smile. The detective removed his hat, placed it carefully beside him, and for a moment the two of them sat in silence, the café’s quiet hum stretching between them like a held breath.

“So…” the older, gray haired man squints his eyes at Kim “...Marie? Marie Annabelle Jones?”

“Wait, what?” Kim snickers and shakes her head. “No, absolutely not. Don’t insult me.”

“Huh…” the detective seems surprised as he leans back in his chair “...then who are you?”

“Allow me to introduce myself!” She extends a hand. “Kimberly Williams. Marie happens to be my sister.”

“Twin sister, I take it?” He asks. Kim nods her head. “Hmm…I didn’t realize Marie had a twin sister.”

“She didn’t know either until she was eighteen!” Kim grins maniacally. “The family is kinda wacky!”

“This is strange indeed.” The man chuckles softly. “My name is Anderson, Luke Anderson. And you must be Bart’s granddaughter…”

“Bart who? Bart Simpson?”

“You definitely are his granddaughter.” Luke remarks with a soft laugh. “You have his sense of humor.”

“Oh yeah?” Kim leans in close. “You and my grandfather must have been close.”

“We were really close.” Luke responds with a sigh. “We were compliments of each other. At times I took things too seriously, so he brought a bit of levity. I was the thinker, the planner, and he was intense and explosive at times.” He arches his brow. “I apologize, Ms. Williams, but I must know…I found it very strange that you reached out. I was hesitant about even coming.”

“Yet you’re here.” She smirks knowingly. “And you’re smart. Anyone in their right mind would be hesitant about meeting a lunatic like me!”

“Indeed. I did my homework on you and learned you spent time in a mental institution. Though I never knew you were related to the Jones family.”

“Small world.” Kim snickers.

“What do you want from me, Ms. Williams?”

“It’s more what I can do for you.” Kim points a finger at detective Anderson. “You did your homework on me? I did my homework on you and there is a really good reason I wanted to see you and it has more to do than just with the fact that you were close to my grandfather.”

“Oh?” The detective’s interest is peaked. Kim nods her head.

“Does the name ‘Athenian Fellowship’ mean anything to you?” She asks. Instantly Luke’s gaze turns intense and cold. He nods his head.

“It does, unfortunately. One of mine…and your grandfather’s…greatest failures.”

“So I’ve heard.” Williams leans forward. Anderson leans forward as well. She whispers into his ear. “What if I were to tell you that I can bring them down?” The detective sits back upright. He looks shocked. He shakes his head.

“Impossible.”

“Not impossible.” Kim smirks knowingly. “I have made it my personal mission to follow in my grandfather’s footsteps, to finish what he started.”

“You’re crazy if you try it.”

“I get that a lot.” Kim grins from ear to ear. “But yeah, I have my grandfather’s journals. I read all about how he infiltrated that organization and when one of their higher ups, Camilla Aldridge, decided to get all buddy-buddy with me, when she decided to invite me to join, I accepted so that I could infiltrate that group myself. And if THAT doesn’t impress you, then hows about this; I also learned that Grant Vito, the big cheese in charge of the fellowship, is running some sort of criminal organization on the side with Camilla. And I learned that you and Bart were close to exposing them before Bart was kicked off the case and you were fired from the police force.”

The Woman Scorned sits back and folds her arms over her chest. She lets her words sink in. Detective Anderson is surprised indeed as he digests what he just heard from this woman, a woman he never knew existed until recently. He sighs and shakes his head.

“I must admit that I am impressed, Ms. Williams.”

“Kim. Kimberly. Or Kimmy.” She shakes her head. “Call me Ms. Williams again and I’ll smack you.”

“Apologies.” He chuckles. “Kimberly, I am impressed. Your grandfather would be proud.”

“Apparently detective work runs in the family!” Kim exclaims gleefully. “Detective Kimlock Holmes, at your service!”

“Yes, well, what you are doing is no game.” He shakes his head. “This is dangerous and I must know, why are you putting yourself at such a terrible risk? You have to realize that you are dealing with dangerous people.”

“I never knew my grandfather.” Kim says quietly, with a hint of sadness in her voice. “He never knew I existed. This is one of the few ways I can connect with him. Y’know?”

“There are other, SAFER, and NORMAL ways to connect with the spirit of your grandfather.”

“I have never and will never be accused of being normal.” Kim winks playfully. “Now tell me this, Lukey, why did your and Bart’s investigation into the Athenian Fellowship fall through?”

“Well if I am being perfectly honest with you, the investigation was a longshot to begin with. There were enough red flags that kept the organization on the federal government’s radar screen, but nothing concrete, nothing substantial to make an arrest. Your grandfather’s theories about what might be going on behind closed doors were crazy and his bosses, as well as mine, didn’t buy into them.” He sighs and shakes his head. “It didn’t help matters that some state authorities were likely paid off by Grant Vito and the fellowship itself.”

“Wait, a sec,” Kim arches her brow out of curiosity “you think this may have mafia ties?”

“I think so and so did your grandfather.” Luke answers. “Camilla herself likely had mafia connections. Bart infiltrated the fellowship in order to find evidence tying the organization to organized crime.” He sighs. “Unfortunately just when we were closing in on that evidence, the case was shut down. I was fired and Bart was kicked off the case.”

“I see why you think this might have mafia ties.” Kim remarks. “Only organized crime would be powerful enough to get the feds and the police off the fellowship’s back.”

“And you can see why this entire investigation is dangerous.” Luke answers back. “You should quit.”

“Quit?” Kim shakes her head. “No way! I am so close to finding the information and evidence I need to redeem my grandfather, to redeem you, and bring that group down.”

“It isn’t worth it, Kimberly.” Luke responds. “I have made peace with the past. I know what the truth is and that is ok with me. I do not need to see this through and I do not wish to see you put yourself at risk for me or for your grandfather.”

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September 25th, 2025
Boston, Massachusetts
On Camera
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The camera rolls and we open in a serene and warm moment featuring a young woman named Kimberly Williams sitting in a softly lit room, holding her large plush penguin named Wasley. Kimberly has shoulder length red hair that glows in the gentle afternoon sunlight streaming through a nearby window. She’s dressed casually in a dark blue button-up shirt over a matching top, blending naturally with the cozy, homely atmosphere of the room. The background is a cream colored plain wallpaper and bookshelves, and a few scattered papers. Wasley, the plush penguin, stands out vividly with his white belly, dark navy body, bright orange beak, and matching feet, exuding an air of innocence and warmth that perfectly complements the calm demeanor of the usually chaotic Queen of the Death Match. Suddenly The Woman Scorned notices the presence of the camera. She looks up and smirks. With a free hand Kimberly waves at the camera.

“Oh, hello there! Apocalypse might not have gone the way I had hoped but hey, you can’t make an omelet without breaking some eggs! And while I may have lost the battle the ultimate victory in the war was mine because I have proven beyond a shadow of a doubt no one gives a damn about you, Dorkster. No one buys your little message. No one even wants you in SCW to begin with. Take some advice from me and Wasley…quit. Just give up and quit. No one wants you here, especially not my Kimmymaniacs. And if you think you’ve hurt me, if you think you have stopped the Kimmymania movement, then you are dead wrong. If anything, all you have done is liberated me. You have freed me to go after something far more important to me than annoying you. Granted, annoying you is quite fun and entertaining but I have far greater goals in mind. I have goals that are far more fun and far more entertaining than your dull ass self. So go ahead, talk your head off even though not a damn person is listening to you. Have that Adrenaline Title. And you know what? If I happen to win Shot of Adrenaline you can even take solace in knowing that I won’t exercise my right to challenge for the title. That’s right, if I win Shot of Adrenaline I will forfeit my right to challenge for the ti tle, or if I end up facing the champion again during the tournament and I win the title back…I will vacate the title then and there, because I have other matters far more important to me right now moving forward.” Kimberly holds up two fingers.

“First, I am one championship away from Supreme Status. Imagine that, the person everyone keeps overlooking, the wacky lunatic who people think is a joke, is one win away from being a Supreme Champion. Now I already know I will have to work longer and harder to get that SCW World Title shot, so we’ll put that one on the back burner for now. But there is another goal that I can achieve quite quickly. I am already tied for the most SCW Underground Title wins. I can break the record and win number six. That’s my immediate goal and if my new friend The Monster Machine is good to his word over social media, then we can arrange that dance real soon.” She points a finger at the camera.

“But I have to deal with Veil first. I gotta question CHBKLMNOPQRSTUVWXYanZ’s booking here. Seriously, did he just randomly draw a name out of the hat and Veil became my lucky victim? I don’t get the logic here. No Shot of Adrenaline Match to try and get that nonsense out of the way. Not even another dance with Dorkster…not that I wanted one. Instead you’re my dance partner for whatever reason.” Kim shrugs her shoulders. “Oh well, if I have to maim you then so be it. But first, let’s get some formalities out of the way, ok Veil? It is Veil, isn’t it, or is it the artist formerly known as Enigma? It honestly doesn’t matter. All I remember about you is that you used to be a clown. You used to hide behind a mask and torment others. You used to be SCW’s nightmare. But then you were exposed for being a fraud. If you recall, I helped expose you. You think you know about inspiring fear and being a nightmare? You know nothing. You are just a second rate Enigma. We have a real Enigma now who does the name proud and I look forward to facing him, I look forward to going to war with him. Before I get there I have to educate you in what true chaos and brutality is all about. Before I can reclaim what is rightfully mine, I have to first return to my roots. What better way to return to my roots than to face you? What better way to remind myself and the whole world just who is the one true Queen of Chaos, the one true Queen of the Death Match, than by putting down this mysterious ‘enigmatic’ Veil?” Williams snickers nastily.

“Do you think I fear you, Veil?” Kim shakes her head. “I don’t fear you. If you haven’t noticed, I am too crazy to be afraid of anything. Chaos is my philosophy. Chaos is my lifestyle. I will live and die by chaos and with chaos by my side I have nothing to fear by a smoke and mirror fool like you. So Breakdown next week I am going to expose you yet again. I am going to show the world once again that they have nothing to fear from you and, in the process, remind the Underground division that it does have someone to fear…namely me. I am coming to reclaim my throne, Veil, and you are just standing in my way.” Kim places Wasley up to her ear, as if the penguin is talking to her. “What’s that Wasley? Oh yeah! I almost forgot! Veil tormented my good friend Deanna Frost.” Kim sneers nastily.

“There are very few people in that locker room who I respect enough and trust enough to let them get even the smallest glimpse of the real Kimberly Williams, the woman behind the psycho. Deanna is one of those people. She earned my respect when we went to war over the Underground Title. You brought psychological trauma upon her. You tormented her. Do you think I’m going to just let that go? So maybe I do see the logic in booking me against you. This is a gift, an opportunity to make you pay for every sin you have committed in SCW.” She shakes her head. “Don’t get me wrong. I am not the hero of this story but maybe I am the psycho SCW needs right now to put you down once and for all?” She waves playfully at the camera.

“See you soon!”