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Off Camera
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We open in a
seedy bar just inside the city limits of Boston, Massachusetts; the seat of
power of the Jones Wrestling Dynasty.
Some might
call this particular place a dive, but whatever you call it, this is definitely
not the place where the upper class crowd gathers for a drink. At this particular dive we find bikers,
gangsters, and a few loners here and there either trying to drink away their
problems or trying to pick up a woman, and failing unsuccessfully at one or the
other or both. A pool table is in the
center of the bar where the bikers are gathered for a hearty game. A few of the gangsters stand off to the side,
watching from afar, while everyone else is just drinking it up and having a
good time.
The bar area
itself looks like any other, with various patrons seated atop the plain wooden
stools. There are no cushions on these
stools. This dive either cannot afford
them or the owner is just too cheap to upgrade.
Sitting at the bar area with a nearly empty glass of scotch is none
other than the self-proclaimed “woman scorned” Kimberly Williams. Kimberly is wearing torn denim jeans, flip
flops, and a black t-shirt with “Kimmie” written on the front in hot pink
lettering.
Kimberly is
a dangerous woman even when she’s under strict supervision, but just recently
she’s been unleashed. Per the order of
her psychiatrist, Dr. Jennifer Warren, she can live on her own, act on her own,
do what she wants (within reason) without having to answer to anyone. She is free.
But with
freedom comes a sense of responsibility.
Kimberly used to know that she could do just about anything she wanted
and if she ever got out of line someone would bail her out (literally bail her
out of jail if necessary). But now things
have changed. She is responsible for her
own actions. It truly is a sobering
thought. And what does one do when faced
with a sobering reality?
Many,
including Kimberly, will grab a beer.
Kimberly has
already had plenty in her system and is about to ask for more as she takes her
shot glass and quickly downs the last of the scotch. She slams her glass back down and shoves it
forward towards the bartender.
“More, please!”
The
bartender had been busy chatting with another patron when Marie interrupts his
conversation. He turns and looks at the
empty scotch and then back up at Kimberly, into her face of mischief. He smirks and shakes his head.
“I think you’ve had enough.”
“Oh come on Willy!” She reaches into her
pocket and produces a scrunched up wad of bills. It’s unclear how much money is here due to
how wadded up they are but she shoves all of it in the direction of the
bartender. “Isn’t my money green enough
for ya?”
The
bartender looks down at the cash and then back up at Kimberly. He considers rejecting her again. She’s had a lot to drink, that is for
sure. He probably should stop her tap
from pouring right now. But that cash
DOES look green enough to him…
“Sure, I think I can help you out.” He
takes the cash and pockets it. He then
takes her glass and goes to refill it.
“Hey, don’t I know ya from somewhere?”
Kimberly
smirks. She doesn’t recognize the voice
nor does she recognize the trim, brown haired gentleman who sits down next to
her at the bar, but she is certain that he may recognize her from
television. Or at least, he thinks he
recognizes her. No one knows who the
hell Kimberly Williams is outside of her being the sociopathic twin sister and
somewhat unstable sidekick to Marie Annabelle Jones. But everyone knows Marie Annabelle Jones;
former GCW World Champion, UWA World Champion, and SCW United States
Champion. Kimberly’s sister has quite a
list of accomplishments and is quite well known.
Plus she and
Kimberly happen to be identical twins.
“Maybe…” Kimberly’s voice trails off as
the bartender passes her a refill of the scotch. Kimberly tips it back and takes a big
slurp. Her visitor chuckles.
“Well, wherever I know you from, you’re
quite a drinker!”
“And you’re a handsome stud muffin yourself.”
She winks.
“Stud muffin?” His face turns beet red. “Uh, thanks?”
“Don’t mention it.” She leans over and
plants a kiss on his lips. “Like…ever.”
“Ok, but…” he is stunned slightly from
the kiss but then he slowly gathers himself and he studies Kimberly intensely
and his face begins to light up almost like a tree on Christmas day “…wait!
I know how I know you!”
“About time.” Kimberly says, rolling her
eyes.
“You’re Kimberly Williams! From Emerge!”
“Kimberly?” She scoffs and shakes her
head. “Oh no, no, no…I’m not Kim, not
that psychopath.”
“Yes you are.” He points to her shirt,
the one that reads “Kimmie” on the front. “It
says so on your shirt.”
“Yeah, if my shirt read ‘Syren’ would that
make me a dirty slut with at least five sexually transmitted diseases?”
The man
chuckles again. “Ok, fair point. So maybe I should just start things out by
introducing myself…” he extends a hand
“…my name is John Ortiz.”
“Hello, John.” Kimberly reaches out her
hand. “My name is Marie, Marie Annabelle
Jones.”
John’s eyes
grow wide. “Marie Jones? THE Crown Jewel of Professional Wrestling
from Supreme Championship Wrestling?”
“That’s the one.”
“Wow…” his voice trails off “…just, wow…”
“Oh don’t act too star-struck. It’s not cool.”
“You’re right.” He chuckles uneasily as
he tries to regain his composure and act ‘cool’. “Uh, may I buy you a drink?”
“If you hadn’t noticed,” she smirks as
she holds up her scotch “I already got
one.”
“Oh, right…”
“But there is something you can get me.”
She takes another sip and places her glass back on the bar. “You could go out and
get me a cab. “I shouldn’t be drinking and driving, you
know?
“Oh of course not.” He immediately gets
up. “I’ll go do that right now.
“You’re a doll.” Kimberly watches as he
walks off. The bartender approaches her
and grins.
“So, Kimberly, why did you tell him you were
Marie?”
“I have my reasons, Willy.”
“What are you going to do now?”
“Oh, I’m going to have some fun with him.”
“Just don’t do anything illegal, ok?”
“Trust me, Willy.” Kimberly winks at the
bartender before hopping up off of her stool and walking off.
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On Camera
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Chaos is
much more fun than normality. I enjoy
and operate better under chaotic conditions than I do under normality any day
of the week. Just ask Drakey-Prude and
Ryan Singer, who found out first hand just how much of a monster I can be under
the conditions of chaos.
That’s why
this little championship tournament thingy that our braintrust operating things
here in EMERGE set up really and truly seems to benefit me the most. It gives me the most advantage. I could be required to go through the roster
one by one under standard rules, but where’s the fun in that? Chaos is much more fun and as an agent of
chaos, fatal four ways are to my advantage and are just so damn fun!
Now I’m not
going to sit here and threaten to do any pencil tricks or some bullshit like
that. It’s so passé and would be just a
case of me beating a dead horse and I don’t beat the dead horse. It’s completely impractical. But beating Jason Dillinger, Kandis, and
Chris Staggs half to death IS very practical!
It’s practical because there’s something that I want…
…championship
gold.
It’s been
far too long since I’ve held gold. The
last time I was a champion of any sort it was a tag champion, so really I’ve
been viewed as a sidekick for too long and I am so much more than that. I am fully capable of dominating a company as
its singles title holder. I’ve done it
before and I can do it again. These other
victims…because that’s what they are…they are just obstacles in my path.
Obstacles that
I intend to destroy with the Shadowblade.
I love Krazy
Kandis, I have fond memories of her and me and Sabrina driving Drakey-Prude out
of his prudish little mind. She is a
cool chick but unfortunately she stands in my way; she is just another
obstacle. And I plan to kick her ass…and
yeah, there’s a lot of ass to kick, but I can dish it out.
Jason
Dillinger could be a tough challenge if he actually bothers to take time away
from posting soft porn of himself on social media. And people accuse us ladies of being twitter
whores with our racy photos?
Step aside,
Jason, and go back to your twitter fun. Let a real warrior do her thing. Mkay?
Chris Staggs
may have been surprisingly impressive so far but even the blind slightly
retarded squirrel can find the nut sack every once in a while, maybe you can
find Jason Dillinger’s since he likes to let his hang out on social media all
the time, but while you two play footsie I’ll be busy claiming my spot in the
championship match.
Out of my
ladies and germs. Kimmie is coming to
hunt.
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