Emerge 5

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Off Camera

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Kimberly Williams has never been a normal person.  One would guess that her journey would be a unique one due to the fact that she was raised not by her own mother in a loving home but by a sociopath, off the radar, out in the middle of nowhere and away from any and all social interactions.  Only recently, in her late twenties, did the identical twin of Marie Annabelle Jones decide that she wanted some sense of normalcy.  But even ‘normal’ wouldn’t exactly be the kind of normal that society would expect.  Those close to her have gotten used to most of Kimberly’s unusual quirks.  It’s just a case of Kimberly being Kimberly, they say.  Even Marie herself has grown to accept that there are certain things about her twin sister that will never change.  Normal for Kimberly may not be true normalcy but it is as close to normal as The Woman Scorned will ever get.

“He is bad news, Kim!”

That doesn’t mean Marie has to approve of everything her twin sister does.  For instance, Kimberly Williams, a self-described sociopath, has a boyfriend.  And it isn’t just any boyfriend, this is her very first boyfriend.  Being raised off the grid by a sociopath, away from civilization, Kimberly never had the chance to get to know anyone or meet anyone that she could form any romantic bond with.  She also never got to practice any true social skills, thus why she is as unique as she is today.  So it should come as to no surprise that her boyfriend is also a very unique individual as well.

John Ortiz is, for lack of a better description, the male equivalent to Kimberly Williams.  He is also a self-described sociopath and, thus far, has proven to be much smarter than Kimberly.  Ortiz has also taken a shine to Kim.  He chose her to be his “companion”; his term for girlfriend.  Kimberly is ok with the arrangement and she is head over heels in love with the man.

Marie, however, has a bad feeling about Mr. John Ortiz and is making her feelings known in the living room of her Boston, Massachusetts home.  She is pacing the floor in front of the sofa where Kimberly is lying down, stretched out in full, staring at a picture of none other than herself with John Ortiz.

“He’s drugged you twice, raped you…”

“Wrong…it was consensual, sis…”

“You say so.”

“Isn’t that what consent it?” Kim says, looking over at Marie and winking playfully.

“Quit playing games!” Marie says, getting more and more agitated with her identical twin sister. “He’s drugged you and had sex with you, consent or not is up in the air…”

“And that’s what made me fall in love with him!” Kimberly says as she rubs her face against the photograph. “Damn he’s a stud!”

“So you’re attracted to rapists?  Go it.”

“You’re overreacting, Marie.” Kim swings her legs over the side of the sofa and sits up, placing the photograph down next to her. Kimberly looks up into her sister’s eyes.  “It was one hundred percent consensual.  We had a blast together!”

“I doubt that.”

“Regardless of what you doubt, you still have to admit that my tastes are rather different because I am a different person.  My taste in men will be different from yours.”

“Clearly,” Marie rolls her eyes “what else can you tell me that is painfully true?  I mean, why couldn’t you fall in love with a good guy.  Someone like Arthur?”

“Your husband?” Kimberly snickers. “Didn’t I sleep with him once?  Or twice?”

“Yes, because you were impersonating me!”

“True, but you know what?”

“What?” Marie asks, placing her hands on her hips.

“I only did it for the thrill, sweetie.” Kimberly stands up, getting nose to nose with her identical twin sister.  She winks. “I do shit like that for the thrill of the moment, just to see what would happen if or when I got caught.  It’s similar to the rush dare devils feel when they jump out of airplanes or jump over flaming motorcycles or shit like that.”

“Only you do it by impersonating my life.” Marie sighs.

“Exactly, and by throwing things at old people, but the point is I do it for the thrill.  That’s why I slept with Arthur and kissed him and shit like that.  I never felt any actual romantic feelings for him.  He was actually quite a dull little boy, if you ask me.”

“Man!” Marie insists, stomping her foot angrily.

“Boy…” Kimberly snickers “…but with John Ortiz it’s different.   I actually feel something with him that I’ve never felt before, an emotion I’ve never felt before…”

“And you think that emotion is love?”

“Of course it is!” Kimberly insists. “What else could it be?”

Marie sighs and shakes her head. “Look, Kim, just be careful.  There is a big difference between LOVE and LUST…”

“Ok, mom!” Kimberly laughs as she falls backward back down onto the sofa. “Seriously?  You do sound like mom.”

“And how would you know?  You were never around her growing up.” Marie says with a smirk.

“Ok, you got me there, but that does sound so much like a ‘mom’ thing to say.”

“Maybe it’s because I am a mother and I instinctually know trouble when I see it.  And maybe it’s because I just care about you, Kim.  I don’t want you to get hurt.”

“Look, it’s touching that you care; it really is.  But I’m not sure I buy that whole maternal instinct garbage.  Besides, even if it were true, how could you say you know trouble when you see it when you’ve never even met him?”

“Um…” Marie shrugs her shoulders.

“Exactly.  Why don’t you meet him first? You and Arthur both. Then tell me what you think of him.”

“Ok,” Marie nods her head “I can agree to that.”

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On Camera

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No!

NO! NO! NO!

I want to team with Mika!  I won’t team with…

…

…wait, is this thing on?  Shit.  Uh, let me try again…

No!

NO! NO! NO!

I want to team with Mika!  But you know what?  Peyton Rice makes a pretty damn good tag team partner as well.  I remember the time she and I went head to head in the semi-finals of the Emerge championship tournament.  I told her that her perfection couldn’t handle the chaos.  I told her that she couldn’t survive when chaos came calling.  The truth is, deep down inside, I suspected that she had a little something special…call it the heart of a warrior or a little bit of sadism…I prefer the latter, personally…but I knew she had something there that could carry her through the chaos.  She just had to reach down and find it.  I didn’t think she could reach down and find it but I was damn sure going to push her to her limit and try to make her find it.

She proved me wrong.  She did find that something special necessary to overcome the chaos.  And she overcame the chaos twice; the chaos of yours truly and then the chaos of Invasion when everything imaginable under the sun tried to prevent her from becoming Emerge Champion.

In short, Peyton Rice did earn my respect.

Now don’t get the wrong idea. I’m not on the Peyton Rice Bandwagon like all of the coattail riders, creepy stalkers, and sexual predators whose names rhyme with Mason Rillinger.  But I do respect her and I have no problem fighting by her side on this next show, especially if it means showing the world that I deserve the next shot at the Emerge Championship.

Yeah, Peyton, I kinda sorta think we should beat the holy hell out of each other again!  Doesn’t that sound just nifty?

The problem is, Kandis and Dylan Cent are in my way.

Kandis, I got no beef with you girl.  In fact, I kinda like you.  You’re a victim of circumstance.  You defended Dylan “I Got No” Cents on social media and thus you are now his tag team partner! His BFF! His bestie!  The Guardian of his Galaxy!

Yeah, the almighty twitter gods deemed that you must suffer the fate of being Dylan’s tag team partner.  All because you dared to type something in the message line and hit “enter”….I mean, that’s pretty much why you’re here.  So yeah, good luck Kandis.  I don’t have any problems with you, I won’t have any problems after the show is over. Hell, you can buy me a drink after my team wins!

Then there’s your temporary BFF.

Dylan Cent, you DO have a problem because you somehow think you should get the next Emerge Championship Match.  And I admit, I feel your pain.  Nine times out of ten the referee’s decision is final. Only in rare occasions does the referee…or in this case a General Manager… decide to change their mind.

Why the hell don’t people learn?  Once you are announced as the winner, RUN AWAY!  Take the title and run away before a referee or a general manager or any other authority figure can call you back to the ring and reverse the decision.  They can’t restart the match if you’re already in your car leaving the parking lot, right?  Just leave, Dylan! Next time you win a title, don’t wait around and celebrate. Just leave!

Unfortunately, you’re going to have to wait to get your opportunity.  I have decided that I want the first shot and despite how bad I feel for you and your situation, I’m still going to take that opportunity away from you.  If it means making you physically unable to claim the first shot then so be it.

Hell hath no fury like The Woman Scorned, and my fury will carry the day.

Wait…that sounds too damn corny…

Hell hath no fury like The Woman Scorned, and that fury will reign supreme!

Shit.  That was worse.  Ah fuck it, let’s just wrap this up with the typical nasty, mean shit I’m supposed to say.

I WILL DESTROY YOU!  MAIM YOU!  END YOU!  BLAH! BLAH! BLAH!