SCW End of the Year Battle Royal 2017

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Off Camera

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The cemetery is cool and there is dew on the grass.  The air is fresh and, unlike the unloved graves further away, here they are covered in bright blooms.  The boughs of the cemetery twist like contorted bones, writhing in a silent scream. Beneath them lie the cold stones, each marking a dwelling place in which no-one is home.  All that is left of the fine people of this cemetery is the decrepit stones.

Rows of tombstones stood erect in silence to the left and right, in front and behind, like a sea of the dead. Some were crumbled with the weathering of centuries, some were smooth marble with new black writing and laid with floral tributes. Most though, were overgrown and unkempt, for now even their mourners had joined them under the clay soil.  Under the soil is nothing but more soil, even bones don't last that long in the damp ground. Yet still this place is nowhere to be after nightfall. No-one comes here who means any good, so though it is empty almost every dusk 'til dawn, it puts the chills on even the toughest of folks.

Not everyone is intimidated by this spooky presence.  There is a figure off in the distance walking around the cemetery, stopping only occasionally to glance down at a headstone to read it, as if this individual were looking for someone in particular.  It is hard to tell who this person is, due to the poor lighting and the long red cloak that they are dressed in at this time.  A hood is pulled tightly over the person’s head.

“Hello, daddy!”

The figure pulls the hood off of her head revealing herself to be none other than Kimberly Williams, identical twin sister of Marie Annabelle Jones.  Her long red hair falls flowing down to below her shoulders.  Kimberly has a somewhat nasty sneer on her face as she gazes down at the headstone which reads “Sean Franklin Williams, Loving Father”.  Kimberly spits on the headstone before throwing her head back and laughing.

“Loving father?  Yeah right!  That’s a joke if I ever heard one!”  She lies down next to the headstone and places her hand on it. “You were a joke, daddy.  You got angry with mom all because she never told you that you were a father, because she never told you about me and Marie?”  Kimberly rolls her eyes as more laughter escape her lips. “If you cared at all then you would’ve been around, you would’ve paid attention, you would’ve known.  You wouldn’t have needed mom to tell you.  But that’s not all…”

Kimberly shakes her head as her voice trails off.  The wind picks up ever so slightly, blowing a few of the leaves.  Kimberly snickers.

“…normal daddies would have handled this through the legal system, get a high priced lawyer or some shit like that.  What did you do?  You became a wrestler so you could follow our mother into the business and legally beat the crap out of her.  But that wasn’t satisfying you, so you had your ex-girlfriend Emma twist my mind, you had her poison me against my own family, against my mother and even against my own sister because she chose mom over you.  Guess what, daddy?” Kimberly laughs maniacally. “Emma did a hell of a job in turning me into a mentally unstable sociopath.  You turned one of your children against you and the other into a psychopath.  You really were the ideal candidate for Father of the Year, eh daddy?”

Kimberly scrambles back to her feet and glares angrily down at the headstone.

“I want to let you know that you failed, daddy.  Everything you’ve done to try to pull me apart, to pull me away from my family, it has failed.  I may have the last name of Williams because, well, call me old fashioned but I do prefer to keep the last name of the father, but I am a Jones and I identify with my mother’s family more so than I identify with you, daddy.  How could I identify with you?”

She pauses momentarily; a few chuckles escape her lips.  Then Kimberly snaps her fingers.

“Oh yeah, I do identify you in at least one way…” she holds up one finger as her voice trails off “…you were a maniac and you were a loser in every aspect of life.  And you know what?  You did make me into a maniac, a psychopath, and I am definitely not a winner.  My sister has done so much in her life, both professionally and personally.  She is a mother to my wonderful nephew Sean Connor Jones, she has a great husband, and professionally speaking she has held championships in every company she’s worked for.  But me?” Kimberly shakes her head. “I’ve done nothing of significance.”

“That’s not true.”

Kimberly is startled by the new voice that came from behind her.  But she quickly realizes who it is.  She turns around to find her twin sister, Marie Annabelle Jones, standing a few feet behind her. Kimberly snickers knowingly.

“You really shouldn’t sneak up on me like that, sis.”

“And you shouldn’t go wandering off like that, Kim.” Marie answers back. “You worry me.”

“Why would little old me worry you?” Kimberly asks, feigning innocence. “I haven’t maimed anyone in nearly a year.  I think I’ve been a good girl.”

“You have done better, but seriously, you shouldn’t joke about maiming people.  It’ll make people question your…” Marie’s voice trails off but Kimberly is quick to answer her.

“Sanity?  Are you worried that the mass of leeches will question my sanity?  Marie, I question my sanity.  And for more reason than one.” She points down at Sean Williams’ headstone. “Did you hear everything I said to daddy?”

Marie sighs and nods her head.

“All of it.”

“Then let me remind you of something, Marie, something that you may have forgotten.  I mean, it’s easy to forget, especially since I voluntarily committed myself to psychiatric help and we became all friendly and buddy-buddy for the first time ever.  I can understand how all of that could cause you to let your guard down.  But let me remind you…” she reaches out touches Marie on her nose “…you live a very luxurious lifestyle.  And I don’t mean in terms of material wealth, because you’re not like our mother or our aunt Kayla, you live comfortably but not wealthy.  You live a luxurious and blessed lifestyle in the sense that you had a normal life growing up.  You had a mother who loved and cared for you.  I had a woman who spent her time raising me by turning me into a sociopath.  I didn’t have a father at all, you at least had a few stand-in fathers, step-fathers, who cared for you.  You are everyone’s favorite Jones…well, except Ace Marshall, he likes me better for some reason…” a wicked grin forms across her face “…but even that should speak more about me than anything else that a twisted asshole like Ace would like me.  Freaks attract freaks, right?”

“You’re not a freak, Kim.” Marie says, shaking her head.

“Yes, I am, and I hate it. I hate who I have become, I hate who Sean and Emma turned me into.  Why do you think I kidnapped you several years ago and tried to take over your life?  I wanted to be you.  I still want to be you and hear me well, Marie, because it takes every bit of my will power not to bash your skull against that headstone right now, hide your body somewhere, and take your place in your life, to become the new Marie Jones.”

Kimberly stares deeply and intensely into Marie’s eyes.  She half-expects Marie to back away or run away but surprisingly enough Marie doesn’t move an inch.  A half-grin forms on Kimberly’s face.

“You don’t seem to be scared, Marie.”

“I’m not scared because I know you won’t do that to me.  You care for me too much to do that, just as I love you.”

“Thanks for saying that, sis,” tears form in Kimberly’s eyes “you have no idea how much it means to me to hear you say that.  Few people trust me.  Most people look at me as the crazy, nut case, the black sheep of the Jones family.  That’s why I want to be you, Marie.  You are beloved.  I’m a joke…just like daddy was…”

“You are not a joke, Kim.” Marie embraces Kimberly in a tight hug.  Upon breaking the embrace Marie gazes deep into Kimberly’s eyes. “You are your own person, you are unique, and that’s what people love about you.”

“I don’t want to be unique, I want to be loved…”

“You can be loved and unique at the same time.” Marie retorts. “Take it from me, you do not want to try and model yourself after someone else.  I tried that by modeling myself after our mother and it took forever to realize that I couldn’t do it and that I needed to right the ship.  Don’t model yourself after me, Kim.  Don’t try to be the next Marie Jones, try to be the FIRST Kimberly Williams.”

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On Camera

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Hello, my name is Kimberly Williams, and I am an alcohol…oh, oops, wrong speech…let me try that again.

I, Kimberly Williams, take this Adrenaline Championship, to be my lawfully wedded wif…damn, that still wasn’t it.  Who would marry a championship anyway?

As you can probably guess by now, I am entering the SCW End of the Year Battle Royal.  I understand the stakes here in this match.  Not only is the SCW Adrenaline Championship on the line, but also two hundred fifty thousand dollars and a new car.  Think of what I could do with that?  Think of the cool shit I could buy!  But the car, the money, and fuck, even the championship is just materialistic.  I don’t give a damn about any of it.

For me, this battle royal represents the opportunity to show the world what little ole’ Kimberly Williams can do on her own.  My singles career has been limited to two developmental league championships.  The rest of my wrestling career has been spent riding on someone else’s coattails.  Not that being one half of the greatest UWA World Tag Team Champions ever wasn’t totally freaking awesome, but it does annoy me to some degree knowing that some think of me as just a sidekick when I am oh so much more than that.

I was going to rectify that situation by joining the UWA Cruiserweight Division but that bimbo Fleur Jamieson ruined that by running the company into bankruptcy or some shit like that.  I hear EMERGE is still going to happen, though, now under the SCW banner, so at least there is that. But before I go raising hell in EMERGE, I’m going to show the world just who Kimberly is and what she is capable of by entering the SCW End of the Year Battle Royal.

I’m sick, twisted, sadistic, and what makes me all the more dangerous than everyone else and their mothers who also claim to be sick, twisted, and sadistic, is that I just don’t give a damn.  I don’t care about anyone or anything.  I will literally do whatever pops into my head enjoy every sick and twisted bit of it without even thinking about the potential consequences.

In other words, ladies and germs, each and every one of you bastards are fucked because you are going to learn real quick what Kimberly Williams is actually capable of.

Oh wait, Ace Marshall is requesting that I dress sexy in order to enter this son of a bitch?  Fine.  I think I can satisfy him…in more ways than one, if you catch my drift…so you tell me, which do you prefer?

I think Kimmie The Dominatrix could be fun!

OR maybe I could go leather all over!

Does Kimmie The Jungle Girl work for you?

Or maybe I could just wrestle in my bra and panties?

Ultimately it doesn’t matter, I’m going to maim, bloody, and bludgeon my way through to making my first grand impact in Supreme Championship Wrestling.  By the time this battle royal is over, the world will know that I am more than just Marie’s twin sister.  I am one twisted little bitch.  I am the Wild Card.  I am The Woman Scorned.