Chris Lawler vs. Kimberly Williams

[Konrad Raab]

Shot of Adrenaline Tournament

2 RP Limit for singles

3500 Word Per RP

Deadline: 11:59:59 pm ET Friday, December 5, 2025

[The Matt]

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November 29th, 2025
Denver, Colorado
Off Camera
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Kimberly Williams came up just short against Deanna Frost at the Wholesome Family Event. She didn’t earn her two points for The Shot of Adrenaline Tournament but, quite frankly, she could care less. She doesn’t even want to be in The Shot of Adrenaline Tournament any longer. The deranged ginger has no desire to be Adrenaline Champion ever again and, thus, views the remainder of her tournament participation as a pointless endeavor. In fact, it is taking every bit of her will power, as well as a little bit of nagging from her mother and part time agent Angelica Jones, to keep her from intentionally losing every match out of spite. Thankfully for SCW, and perhaps Kimberly as well even though she doesn’t know it, Angelica’s voice is constantly in her ear reminding her of what she should and should not do, pointing out that ruining this tournament out of spite would not do well for her public image, nor would a string of losses, intentional or not, help in her bid to get to where she really wants: a shot at the Underground Title or the SCW World Title.

The Woman Scorned is just one Underground Title reign short of holding the record for most title reigns all to herself; currently she shares it with Rachel Foxx at five each. If she were to dethrone The Monster Machine Enigma, she would sit atop the Underground ALONE as a six time champion. Kimberly Williams also recognizes that she is now just one World Championship win away from becoming a Supreme Champion. Now that Cid Turner dispatched Glory Braddock, the world championship field is wide open. Perhaps Kim could take Cid Turner down and become champion? The Queen of the Death Match is eager to get at least one of those opportunities, she is desperate to move on past this Shot of Adrenaline Tournament which she views as just something that is delaying her from reaching her true destiny.

Yes, she wants out of the tournament and would give anything to be out of it, but nevertheless she must press forward or risk losing everything she wants; which means her next match against Chris Lawler in the Shot of Adrenaline Tournament is a must win. She has to keep going and prove to SCW that she is committed to the game, even if she does not particularly care for the Adrenaline Championship itself. Currently that means taking on Lawler and dashing his hopes of advancing in the tournament.

The backstage corridors of Ball Arena felt strangely peaceful. The usual energy was there, but it lived just far enough away to feel like a world Kimberly Williams didn’t have to inhabit tonight. Which suited The Woman Scorned perfectly. She sat slouched on a heavy black equipment case that had long ago lost any shine it once had. The metal edges were scratched to a dull gray, corners dinged by years of being hauled from city to city. Her boot, broken-in black leather, tapped idly against its side, a restless rhythm she didn’t seem aware of. Kimberly wasn’t in her gear. She wasn’t even close. Baggy dark cargo pants, a soft faded SCW t-shirt, a zip-up hoodie half unzipped, all of it worn, comfortable, and entirely unremarkable. Exactly the style she liked. She could have been mistaken for crew if not for her hair: a waterfall of long red waves spilling past her shoulders, a color so vivid it refused to blend into anything around it. Kimberly’s mother, agent, manager, and occasional force of nature, also known as Angelica Jones, sat on one of the fold-up production chairs opposite her, legs crossed with a grace that seemed rehearsed but wasn’t. Angelica never needed rehearsal for elegance. Where Kimberly looked like she had rolled in from a late night rehearsal with a rock band, Angelica looked like she was arriving at a gala later. Her dress was a soft, expensive fabric that fell in smooth lines, muted in color but unmistakably formal against the stark industrial lighting around them. A tailored coat draped over her shoulders only sharpened the contrast. Her long red hair, streaked with just a touch of mature depth rather than age, framed her face with a deliberate softness. Even backstage, Angelica carried herself like appearances mattered. The two of them, side by side, were a study in contradictions: mother and daughter forged from the same fire, shaped into two entirely different flames.

A faint mist of cold seeped through the concrete from the arena floor, the kind that always settled backstage in larger venues. Kimberly pulled her hoodie sleeves down over her hands and rolled her shoulders back, trying to get comfortable. Her mother sat perfectly still, perfectly composed, as though the temperature had never once dared to inconvenience her in her life. Somewhere above them, a crowd roared in reaction to something on the show. The sound swelled through the vents, a muffled wave that vibrated the air around them for a moment before fading again. Angelica took in the same air with the faintest wrinkle of distaste, her nose scrunching in a way she probably hoped went unnoticed. Kimberly noticed. She always noticed. That tension, Angelica’s refinement set against Kimberly’s comfort with grit, was one of the many delicate balances that defined their relationship. It was rare for them to have this much time alone backstage. Usually Kimberly was buried in match prep or post-match exhaustion, causing whatever kinds of chaos she can think of and Angelica was trying to defuse Kimberly’s chaos and mayhem, all the while darting between conversations with executives or talent relations or whoever else needed a piece of her time. Tonight, though, they were still. Settled. Almost serene.

“Sooooo mom, mommy, mother, female parental unit…”

“Yes, Kim?” Angelica asks, rolling her eyes. She can sense through her daughter’s crazed voice that something is on her mind.

“Do ya got any good news for me?”

“Depends. What do you consider good news?”

“Well…” Kim shrugs her shoulders “...maybe you convinced CHBKLMNOPQRSTUVWXYZ to give me the o’ Spencer Pryce treatment!”

“You mean kick you out of the Shot of Adrenaline Tournament?”

“Exactly!”

“No.” Angelica shakes her head. Kim didn’t expect positive results from the request, but the news still hits her like a punch to the gut.

“Crap!” She whines. “How come he gets special treatment?!”

“Special treatment?” Angelica shakes her head. “Kimmy, Spencer Pryce wasn’t removed because he didn’t want to compete. He was removed because he was injured.”

“Oh, great idea!” Kim exclaims. “I’ll just go find Oktoberfest and see if he can break my leg…or set me on fire, he does like fire…he is a bit of a pyromaniac…”

“Kim…”

“Oh! Better yet! I can get Xander to choke me out until I go into a coma!”

“Kim!”

“What?” Kim asks innocently. Angelica sighs out of frustration.

“I think your plan has a big flaw.” Angelica says. “Like, for instance, if you do get injured, sure, you get removed from Shot of Adrenaline, but your chance to challenge for either the Underground or World Title will have to wait until you are medically cleared.”

“Drat!” Kim snaps her fingers. “I hate it when you make sense!”

“Kim, look on the bright side.” Angelica states. “I got you some positive movement towards at least ONE of your goals.”

“Yeah, yeah, I know,” Kim nods her head “I guess I should be grateful that not only do I get to wrestle in a number one contender’s match, but I also get to maim Syren in the process.”

“Not sure that’s a great way to look at things but if that helps you focus then by all means, focus on that. You get to ‘maim’ Syren,” Angelica rolls her eyes as she says ‘maim’, “and you get to become number one contender to the SCW World Championship in the process.”

“I appreciate what you do, mommy!” Kim exclaims grinning happily.

“Thanks, Kim, but you could show your appreciation a little by, you know, working with me. Behaving some.”

“What do you mean?!” Kim feigns innocence. “I am an angel!”

“Hardly.” Angelica states. “You went out there and threw yourself into that Underground Match between Enigma and Konrab.”

“They didn’t mind.” Kim snickers. “Besides, Underground is where I belong. I certainly don’t belong in this stupid Shot of Boredom Tournament. And that’s precisely why I involved myself. I was bored.”

“Look, Kimmy,” Angelica places a hand on her shoulder “I know this Shot of Adrenaline Tournament isn’t exactly your favorite thing…”

“It’s a hindrance.” Kim states pointedly. “I was Adrenaline Champion. It was fun to have it and use it to annoy the ever loving piss out of Dorkster Grant. But that’s over. I’m done with him and I am done with the Adrenaline Championship. I do not need it anymore and I do not want it anymore.” Kim holds up two fingers. “I only want two things before I can honestly say my time in SCW is over. I only need two things before I can walk away happy and content.”

“The Underground Championship and the World Championship.”

“Right!” Kim exclaims with a wicked grin on her face. “I need that sixth Underground Championship to break the all time record. I want no doubts as to who is the greatest Underground competitor of all time.”

“Kim, I doubt anyone…”

“NO DOUBTS!” Kim insists. “And you know what else? I am just ONE championship away from Supreme Championship status. I need the SCW World Championship. So that’s what I need. I need the Underground Title. I need the World Title. The Adrenaline Title is meaningless to me.”

“But you can’t just quit on the tournament.”

“Why not?” Kim asks. “What the hell happens if I win out and win the whole damn tournament? I might accidentally get saddled with that Adrenaline Championship again and I don’t want that!” She sighs. “I mean, I could try selling it but I did that once with the Television Title and no one was interested…”

“Kim, listen!” Angelica’s tone is firmer, sterner, and more authoritative, which gets her daughter’s attention. “You cannot throw this tournament and you definitely shouldn’t go around selling titles. If you want to VACATE the title…if you were to win it…or if you wanted to FORFEIT your right to challenge the champion if you won the tournament, well I can certainly negotiate that with CHBK.”

“Or that mafia guy who runs SCW now?”

“I don’t think he is part of the mafia, Kim, but yes, I can negotiate that with him too if necessary.” Angelica nods her head. “You just need to focus on the tournament. Focus on winning. The more matches you win, the better case you can make for what you really want.”

“Fine…” Kim sighs and shakes her head

“That means taking your next opponent seriously.” Angelica says sternly. “And Chris Lawler is certainly someone worth taking seriously. He wants this badly. Unlike you, he WANTS the Adrenaline Title. He WANTS validation, to prove that things said about him by people like Selena Frost are completely untrue, that he is still among the best, that…”

“Yeah, yeah, I get it.” Kim rolls her eyes. “I’ll do my best to maim Chrissy Poo.”

“Maiming isn’t necessary.” Angelica smirks. “Just try and win.”

“Well I can do that!” Kim flashes a playful grin and a thumbs up. “Especially now that the whole Athenian Fellowship garbage is done and over with!”

Angelica Jones sighs and shakes her head. The sigh is one of relief. She has been worried, nervous for the well-being of her daughter ever since she decided to involve herself with that organization. Yet she knows that she cannot stop her deranged daughter from doing dangerous things. This isn’t the first time she infiltrated a cult or criminal organization in an attempt to bring it down. Angelica knows all too well that Kim gets it from her grandfather, from Bart Jones, who did the exact same thing. The Woman Scorned gets it naturally.

“I heard that their reputation has taken a big hit.” Angelica says.

“You could say that.” Kim smirks. “Apparently the whole lot of them are oh so horrified by what happened, they are horrified that someone within the organization would be involved in drug dealings.”

“You don’t believe it, do you?”

“Nope!” Kim shakes her head. “Out of all of those weirdo wealthy peeps, surely someone knew something. Yet they’re all feigning ignorance.” She sighs. “Camilla Aldridge is going down and I know Grant Vito is involved but unfortunately he’s going to get away with it.”

“The more powerful you are, the wealthier you are, the more likely you are to be able to buy your way out of trouble.” Angelica grumbles. “It’s an unfortunate fact of life.”

“Yeah, I know, but he should have to pay too.”

“I agree but you’ve done everything you can.” Angelica insists. “I honestly think that it is still way too dangerous for you to be part of that group. They might be more dangerous than ever now that the police are onto them.”

“Say no more.” Kim shakes her head. “You can rest easy knowing that I already quit The Athenian Fellowship.” She smirks. “They begged me to reconsider but I told them I wasn’t interested.”

“That’s certainly a relief.” Angelica sighs, she smiles warmly.

“I didn’t leave the fellowship empty handed though.” She winks playfully. Angelica furrows her brow out of confusion.

“What do you mean?”

“First I infiltrated that crazy sex cult that Marie got herself caught up in, The Inner Peace Enlightenment. Then I infiltrated the Athenian Fellowship. Both were up to no good and I helped bring both to some degree of justice.”

“And?”

“And I feel a lot closer to my grandfather than I ever did.”

“Your grandfather…” Angelica grins knowingly “...I notice you didn’t call him Bart.”

“That’s because he feels more real to me now.” Kim sighs. “You knew him. Marie knew him. Hell, even Jessica knew him. I’m the only one of you kids who didn’t know your dad. I had my doubts for a very long time that there was any Jones in me whatsoever.”

“I could have told you that.” Angelica snickers. “You definitely have the spirit of Bart Jones running through you.”

“It felt good to I vindicated my grandfather, that I proved that he was RIGHT about The Athenian Fellowship all along. It felt good to prove that the feds were wrong to pull him off of the case.”

“I know it makes you feel good but you should definitely be careful. If you are right that there are more people in that organization involved with organized crime than just Camilla and Vito, then you could face repercussions.”

“I know.” Kim nods her head. “I mean, duh, Grant Vito is still out there. I doubt he will take this lying down but I have taken steps to ensure my safety.”

“I am afraid to ask…” Angelica’s voice trails off just thinking about what her crazy daughter might have in mind. Kimberly, though, just laughs it off.

“Don’t worry, mom, it isn’t what you think!”

[The Matt]

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December 1st, 2025
Boston, Massachusetts
Off Camera
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Kimberly Williams had never quite mastered the art of sitting still, and the living room around her reflected that restless, eccentric energy in a way no interior designer could have planned. The late afternoon Boston light filtered through the tall windows, softened by sheer curtains that glowed a faint amber as the sun dipped behind neighboring brownstones. Shadows stretched across the hardwood floor in long, warm ribbons, brushing against the scattered history of her day, a day that included half-read books splayed on their spines, a denim jacket thrown across the arm of a chair, a mug with the remnants of some experimental tea she had brewed hours earlier. Her eclectic tastes left splashes of color in unexpected pockets: a crooked painting that she swore looked better slightly askew, a bright knitted throw draped over the back of the couch, and the modestly large penguin plushie named Wasley seated with an almost dignified slouch beside a stack of journals. Near the far wall, the steady, soft sound of movement came from a wire hamster cage set atop a polished side table. Inside, Caligula, her tiny golden-brown hamster with a tyrant’s name and a consistently bewildered temperament, busied himself with rearranging his bedding for the third time that hour. His wheel squeaked in a rhythm that had somehow become part of the home’s ambient soundtrack. Kimberly often said it helped her think. Tommy insisted it was driving him insane. The wheel squeaked on anyway.

Tommy Wasley sat anchored on the opposite end of the couch from Kimberly, his broad shoulders nearly dwarfing the cushions beneath him. His beard, impressive and unruly in a way that mirrored his gruff charm, caught the warm light as he leaned back, forearms crossed over his chest in a posture that looked relaxed but felt protective. He had the kind of physical presence that made any room seem smaller; not cramped, but held together, grounded. Beside him, the penguin plushie seemed almost comically loyal, like a silent, oversized chaperone. Kimberly’s red hair, untamed in its own expressive way, caught the light whenever she moved, sending copper flashes across the room. She was perched on the floor at the moment, legs crossed, as if she’d simply dropped there mid thought. The glossy surface of the coffee table beside her reflected her concentration as she leaned over a disorganized notebook, its pages filled with a mosaic of scribbles, underlines, doodles, and half formed ideas. A loose strand brushed her cheek every time she tilted her head, and she absently pushed it away, unaware of the small streak of ink she’d smudged across her hand earlier. Tommy watched her with that familiar blend of affection and resignation, his posture steady while the room seemed to hum with quiet motion. Even stillness around The Woman Scorned felt temporary, as though the energy she radiated simply paused to take a breath.

“This sucks…” Kim motions to Caligula “...even Caligula is upset.”

“Caligula is always upset.” Tommy chuckles.

“He’s only upset because I won’t let him go to that stripper joint across town.” Kim points out.

“And what are YOU upset about, Kimmy?”

“Who me?” Kim rolls her eyes. “Oh, just the same old same old…”

“Shot of Adrenaline.”

“Exactly!” Kimberly exclaims. “That stupid tournament doesn’t seem like it will ever end! And I swear to God if I make it to the semi-finals, I will be sooooo pissed…”

“Kim.”

“I don’t want the Adrenaline Championship! I want to be Underground Champion or World Champion. This Adrenaline Tournament is pointless! Now I have to fight Chrissy Poo Lawler?”

“Kim!”

“Huh?”

“First, babe, you already have a path to the SCW World Title. You are facing Syren in a number one contender’s match.”

“Yeah, yeah, I know…” Kim rolls her eyes.

“AND, there’s more to the tournament than just a championship.” Tommy points out. “You know, the more you win, the farther you make it, you could easily open some eyes. You could earn a shot at one of the Underground Title, the one you actually want. Know what I mean?”

“I get it.” Kim sighs. “I’ve heard that same song and dance from my mom already. I get tired of hearing it. Just like I told her, you don’t have to worry. I will give it my all, I will try to win, I will maim Lawler, I will crucify him, I will…”

“Crucify him?” Tommy asks, arching his brow.

“Too much?”

“Just a little.” Tommy chuckles.

“Too bad. I gotta do something to keep my mind occupied. This silly Shot of Adrenaline Tournament isn’t the only thing that’s bothering me right now.” She turns and looks up at Tommy. “You know, I think we should move?”

Tommy looks startled. His eyes grow wide. This news came out of nowhere and he isn’t sure how to react.

“Uh, Kimmy…” his voice trails off “...you want to move?”

“Yeah. You got a problem with it?”

“Kinda.” Tommy remarks. “I mean, why do you want to move? I thought we were doing well here. Karen Lassiter is gone, she’s not gonna bother you. Camilla Aldridge is in police custody, she’s not going to bother you. Why would you want to leave?”

“Look…” she sighs “...you’re right, Karen and Cammy are gone. That’s a good thing, I suppose. But it’s like I told mom, Grant Vito is still at large. Plus I seriously doubt he and Cammy were the only members of the Athenian Fellowship involved with the drug pushing. I brought them down, I put an end to that plan, and I brought their organization to ruin. These wealthy weirdos may want to get some revenge.”

“You have a point.” Tommy admits. He sighs and shakes his head. “Alright, I suppose we can move. But where?”

“Well I have been thinking about it and, honestly, we should move somewhere that is a bit of a downgrade from here.”

“A downgrade?” Tommy asks. Kim nods her head.

“Yeah, because honestly, all of this…the upscale community, the wealthy well-to-do weirdos we live with…it just isn’t me. I honestly never felt truly at home here.”

“Never?”

“Never.” Kim confirms with a shake of her head.

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Because you seemed to enjoy it here so much.” Kim sighs. “I didn’t want to disappoint you.”

“Kimmy,” Tommy smiles warmly “I will be happy living anywhere as long as I am living with you.”

“You mean that?”

“Of course.” He nods his head. A knowing smirk forms on Kimberly’s face.

“Good…that’s good to hear…because I think I know the perfect place to live…”

“Oh yeah? Where?”

“My old place!” She exclaims happily.

“Wait…the place that you yourself described as a dump?” He chuckles. “Is there even a place for me to sleep? It’s awfully small.”

“Oh don’t worry, Tommy.” She winks. “I can always add onto it.”

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Kimberly Williams stood on the uneven walkway like a splash of color dropped onto a grayscale photograph. Her bright red hair, untamed, wavy, and forever refusing to behave, caught the weak afternoon light and burned against the dreary backdrop. The neighborhood around her had long since lost whatever charm it might once have claimed; the streets were cracked and patched, trash gathered in windblown clusters near the curbs, and the air held that peculiar heaviness found only in places the city had left behind decades ago. Here, the sounds of Boston were different. Car engines rumbled with a rougher timbre, dogs barked with territorial insistence, and somewhere in the distance a siren moaned through the maze of old row houses and graffiti tagged alleyways. Behind her stood the house; a sagging structure that seemed to lean inward on itself, as though exhausted from years spent resisting gravity and neglect. The siding, once white, was now a patchwork of gray rot and peeling flakes that curled like old parchment. Half the shutters hung crooked, the others long gone. A single windowpane had been repaired with cardboard and duct tape, and the front step canted just enough to force anyone climbing it to adjust their balance. It was a place that looked not merely abandoned but offended at the idea of habitation. Even the weeds growing through the cracked walkway seemed reluctant, pushing up in thin, brittle strands instead of thick, determined clusters. Kimberly held her penguin plushie, Wasley, tucked snugly under one arm. Kimberly’s clothes contrasted sharply with the bleak landscape: worn denim jeans ripped at the knees, scuffed combat boots that had seen too many impulsive adventures, and a fitted black jacket whose pockets bulged with odds and ends she carried on instinct.

The air smelled faintly of damp wood and stale exhaust. A gust of wind rattled a loose gutter, creating a hollow metallic clatter that echoed down the empty street. A discarded takeout cup rolled across the asphalt, bumping against a crumbled curb before coming to rest. Overhead, clouds gathered with slow, heavy determination, signaling an approaching storm that matched the mood of the landscape but not the woman standing boldly in the middle of it. Her breath made a small plume in the cool air. She shifted her weight slightly, gripping Wasley a bit tighter, the plushie’s soft flipper brushing her hip. She was ready, steady, focused, and lit from within by that unplaceable spark that made her both hard to predict and impossible to ignore.

“Is it that time again already? That magical time when I have to stand here all nice and pretty and pretend to care about this Shot of Adrenaline Tournament and the Adrenaline Championship? I’m not diminishing the importance or prestige of the Adrenaline Title or even this tournament. I’m just saying that this psychopath right here has other goals. I have different plans that this tournament is only serving as an obstacle in my path. This tournament is only delaying me from getting what I really want.”

“I REALLY want to win back the SCW Underground Championship for an unprecedented record breaking SIXTH TIME to cement myself as the greatest Underground fighter of all time. The Monster Machine already agreed to give me a title shot but I can’t take what is rightfully mine because I keep getting put in tournament matches. I am also one title away from Supreme Championship status, and that means I have to win the SCW World Championship. Now Syren thinks that the universe revolves around her and that she should be next in line but last I checked she did absolutely nothing to deserve the next crack at the title. Now whether its Cid Turner or James Evans, one of them will need a new challenger and baby, I am more than willing to put them through hell and back to win the championship. But this stupid tournament keeps getting in the way. See, I could be out there harassing Enigma and the little Underground contenders or I could be out there harassing Cid Turner and Jimbo Evans or maiming Syren and anyone else who might think they are worthy of a world title shot. Instead I have to focus my entire attention on the Shot of Adrenaline Tournament.” She points a finger at the camera.

“I have to focus on you, Chris Lawler.” The Woman Scorned laughs nastily. “Y’know, I’m sure you’ll probably be full of righteous indignation, all up in arms about how you care oh so much for this tournament and the Adrenaline Title while it appears as if I am dismissing it all as if it were nothing. Before you even go there let me make something abundantly clear, Chrissy Poo. Me and Wasley here most certainly understand that this Shot of Adrenaline Tournament is very important for more reasons than just that shiny piece of tin Dorkster Grant holds. See, if and WHEN I beat you on Breakdown, and then go on to run the table and win the whole damn tournament, I will have done far more than just simply earned a shot at the Adrenaline Title. I will done far more than simply win the Adrenaline Title itself. I will have won a prestigious tournament. I will have beaten some of the greatest collection of talent this company has to offer. With that kind of achievement I can stake my claim to just about anything I want.”

“There will be no way anyone can deny me the first crack at The Monster Machine’s Underground Title, not even Old MacDonald who thinks she can name a challenger just because she said so. And there will be NO ONE who can deny the fact that I belong in any title conversation I want, no one can deny that I am among the best to do it in SCW.” The Queen of the Death Match snickers and shakes her head. “So don’t worry your pretty little head, Chrissy Poo, you will most definitely get the very best of Kimberly Williams on Breakdown. Not because I give a damn about this tournament or the title it represents, but because this tournament represents an obstacle standing between me and what I want and I will completely and utterly destroy it in order to get what I want.”

“Now I get you, Chrissy Poo, I understand you more than you can possibly imagine. People like Dorkster Grant and Juneau McFrosty and others look down on you, they think people like you don’t belong in the upper echelon of SCW anymore. I get that because people gave me that same crap. Last year people never saw me as a serious world title contender, they saw me as just comic relief.” She snickers. “Now I do enjoy entertaining my zillions upon zillions of Kimmymaniacs out there, I do enjoy having a good time at the expense of my enemies and, likely, I will give you quite the headache on Breakdown to the delight of my beloved fans. But make no mistake about it, Chrissy Poo, much like you are far better than what Juneau McFrosty gives you credit for, I am far better than what everyone gives me credit for. Last year I was looked at as a joke, now I stand here having won the Valiant World Championship, the GCW World Championship, and in SCW I am one championship away from Supreme Championship status, and I did it all in 2025. Can I be a clown? Can I entertain? Oh yeah! But am I really good at what I do? Damn right I am and what I do best is cripple and maim anyone who stands in my way of what I want!”

“This Shot of Adrenaline Tournament isn’t my cup of tea but I know that I need to win it if only to make a statement; I am among the very best to do it in SCW and I will not be stopped, I will get what I want, and you, Chrissy Poo, are just the next victim. It may not be what you want to hear but it is the reality you face, pal. One day you will silence idiots like Juneau McFrosty. You will silence the doubters and critics the same way I have. It just won’t happen on Breakdown and it won’t happen at my expense. I won’t let it happen.”