The Evil Inside Me

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February of 2017

Boston, Massachusetts

Off Camera

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Panic.

That is an emotion Kimberly Williams is used to feeling.  Fear, though, is one that Kimberly is used to dealing with.  The thing is, she’s used to being the one who dishes out the fear.  She’s used to people fearing her.  She isn’t used to being the one who is afraid and fearful of her own survival.

Kimberly is normally a sadistically cool, calm, and collected customer with all of her plans plotted out and prepared in advance.  But perhaps her most recent move was in haste?  Perhaps her most recent move was not well thought out and done more out of emotion rather than her typical well thought out plans?  Kidnapping her former guardian Emma Storm and torturing her, beating her into submission, felt like a good idea at the time.   Emma had lied to her and manipulated her all of her life.  She tried to use Kimberly as a weapon against Kim’s own family.  Kimberly was convinced that Emma deserved every bit of the abuse she was prepared to deliver.  Unfortunately there was one x-factor that she did not count on…

…David Burns, Emma’s ex-boyfriend who assisted her in raising Kimberly until the age of eighteen when Emma finally kicked him out.  Kimberly thought he was long gone.  She hadn’t heard from him at all after Emma had kicked him out.  But now he’s back and he wants Emma back in his life and he is convinced that Kimberly has had something to do with her disappearance.

He would be right.  Emma first went off the grid in order to get away from her vengeful step-daughter.  But she couldn’t stay off the radar for long.  Kimberly managed to track her down, kidnap her, and lock her up in the basement of an abandoned run down home.  Kimberly is both directly and indirectly responsible for Emma’s disappearance.

It isn’t unusual for someone to figure out one of Kimberly’s plans.  She may plan them out carefully but she has been found out before.  What makes this unique is that it’s David Burns who is onto her.  Kimberly is not afraid of her twin sister, Marie, who is in on what has happened to Emma.  Kimberly isn’t afraid of her biological mother Angelica Jones.

Kimberly is afraid of David Burns.

It’s hard to imagine a sociopathic monster like Kimberly Williams being afraid or being scared but this is one person who does strike fear in her heart, due in large part to how he treated her when she was growing up.

Burns routinely beat and abused Kimberly.   He punished her repeatedly with violent, drunken outbursts.  Those beatings hardened her into a monster but, at the same time, she never did get past the mental and emotional trauma of what he did.

Now he’s back and he’s determined to find Emma and he will go through Kimberly to get her if he has to.  Unfortunately, Kimberly’s identical twin sister Marie Annabelle Jones has been drug into this and Kimberly feels as if this is entirely her fault.  She never intended to bring Marie into harm’s way.  So she will fix this…

…by any means necessary.

The empty, abandoned, run down home on the outskirts of Boston, Massachusetts is darkened at the dusk.  There is a deceptive peace throughout this home, because underneath the floorboards, in the basement, is Emma Storm.  She is chained up and seemingly waiting on death to claim her.  It could be any day now.

It could be today.

The deceptive peace is brought to an end when the front door is kicked in.  Kimberly Williams then comes storms in with a look of pure, unmitigated rage etched upon her face.

“Oh Emma!  Time to pay the piper!”

The redhead wastes no time as she storms down the hall and towards a door.  She flings it open and begins to descend down the staircase inside that leads to the basement.  The normally jovial sociopath seems almost demonic as she makes her way down the steps.  She makes her way to the bottom and flips a switch, turning on the lights.  She stares at the lump of near dead human flesh known as Emma Storm lying chained to the ground.

“Wake up, sleepy head!”

Emma groans as she slowly stirs awake.  This isn’t fast enough for a frustrated and impatient Kimberly who immediately makes two large strides over, jerks Emma up to her feet, causing a jerk in the chains on her wrists and ankles.  Kimberly shakes her violently.

“I SAID WAKE UP!”

“Kimberly, please…I…hurting…”

Kimberly rolls her eyes and then releases Emma, but Emma is so weak that she cannot remain standing on her own power and, as a result, falls back down to the ground.

“Pathetic.”

Williams drops down to her knees so that she is eye level with Emma.  She rears back and slaps the taste out of Emma’s mouth.  She slaps her a second time across the cheek.  She rears back and punches her the third time, causing blood to come from her nose.

“You are pathetic, Emma!  You are a sad excuse for a human being!”

Kimberly sighs.

“Unfortunately, I need your help.”

Emma is shocked by this statement.  After weeks upon weeks of torture and torment now Kimberly needs her help?

“You need….help….?”

Kimberly nods her head as she wraps an arm around Emma’s shoulders.

“That’s what I said, frosty haired blonde bimbo bitch.  I need your help.”

Emma is still shocked as she shakes her head.

“But…how…”

Kimberly again slaps her across the face, this time in order to silence her.

“Just shut up and listen!  David Burns is back.  You remember him, don’t you?”

“David…”

Emma’s voice trails off in her weakened state.  Kimberly nods her head, a vapid sneer on her face.

“That’s right, David, the guy who beat the ever loving shit out of me on a regular basis!”

She glares at Emma angrily.

“And YOU allowed it!”

Emma shakes her head furiously.

“I didn’t…want…I didn’t want him to…he beat us…he beat us both…”

“It was bad enough that you kept me locked up in that house like a damn prisoner all of my life, filling my head with garbage and lies, but you were supposed to be my guardian and you LET him hurt me!”

She punches Emma in the gut as hard as she can, causing her to cough up blood.

“You OWE me, bitch!  You created me, you created this mess, and it’s on YOU to fix this!”

Emma eventually regains her composure and looks up into Kimberly’s eyes.  A look of realization comes across her face as she figures out what’s going on.  Emma smirks knowingly as a feeling of confidence enters her body for the first time in a very long time.  She finally feels as if she may have some leverage over Kimberly.

“He wants me back, doesn’t he?”

Kimberly nods her head.

“Yeah…”

“And he’s figured out that you did something to me, hasn’t he?”

Williams sighs and nods her head.

“Right again, Sherlock.”

“You are my daughter, Kimberly.  I raised you and you’re right, I did create you.  So it’s not difficult to read you.  I can read you like a fucking book.”

Kimberly snaps.  She jumps up to her feet and then kicks Emma in her ribcage.

“YOU DID CREATE ME!  YOU MADE ME WHO I AM TODAY!”

She kicks her again in the ribcage.

“BUT YOU ARE NOT MY MOTHER!  DO YOU HEAR ME?!”

Kimberly mounts Emma and rains down right hands and left hands one after another onto Emma.

“MY MOTHER IS ANGELICA JONES!”

The strange noise of laughter fills the air and it isn’t Kimberly’s laughter…it’s Emma’s.  Kimberly stops momentarily as she stares incredulously at Emma, shocked that she would be laughing after taking this abuse. Then she narrows her eyes in anger as she glares at Emma.

“What’s so damn funny?!”

“Because I realized that I finally achieved total victory over Angelica Jones.”

Kimberly tilts her head to one side and studies her curiously.

“Huh?  What the hell do you mean?!”

“You may be Angelica’s daughter but you are MY child.  No child of Angelica’s would do what you did to Marie, or need I remind you how you kidnapped her and took her place in her life?  No child of Angelica’s would do what you did to me by kidnapping me and bringing me here just to torture me!”

Emma shakes her head.

“No, you are not Angelica’s child.  You are my child and you will always be my child.  Angelica’s child died the day she gave her to me.  You are mine, Kimberly.  Admit it.”

Kimberly, in a rage, punches Emma as hard as she can in the face.

“NEVER!”

Emma is still laughing maniacally.

“I love that infamous stubborn streak.  You DO at least have that bit of Jones in you…”

Kimberly realizes very quickly that she has lost complete control of this situation.  Despite being the one chained to the floor, Emma is in control here; not Kimberly.  Kimberly sighs and shakes her head.

“Ok, look, let’s forget about that crap.  Let’s forget about my mom or who created me or any of that shit.  I need your help in dealing with Dave.”

Emma shakes her head.

“No.”

Kimberly grows more and more frustrated.

“Look, I’ll even take the chains off and let you go free if you just go out there and take care of Dave!”

“Why should I help you, Kim?  What is in it for me?  I already gained my victory over Angelica Jones, I realize that now.  And why would I help you after all that you have done to me?”

Kimberly gets up in Emma’s face again and screams.

“HELP ME, DAMN YOU!”

Emma sneers.

“Go to hell.”

Kimberly wraps her hands around Emma’s throat.

“NO!  YOU WILL HELP ME, DAMNIT!”

“ACK!”

“YOU WILL HELP ME!  YOU WILL FIX THIS!”

She squeezes harder and harder.  By this time Kimberly is in too much of a rage to notice that Emma can no longer breathe.  Kimberly continues to squeeze on her throat, harder and harder, and Kimberly doesn’t even notice that Emma is turning colors due to lack of oxygen.

“I SAID HELP ME!  HELP ME!  HELP…”

It is at this time that Kimberly finally realizes what is going on.  She notices that there is no life in Emma’s eyes or on her face.  She sees the very look of death on her former guardian’s face.  Kimberly releases her grip, causing the limp, lifeless corpse of Emma Storm to fall to the ground.

“…me?”

Kimberly stands up and gasps.

“…what have I done?!”

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December 20th, 2019

Boston, Massachusetts

Off Camera

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Stepping into the forest robs her of one sense and heightened the others.  It is quite disorientating to be almost blinded but given the ears of a wolf.  Even the soft susurration of the branches felt heavy to the ears in the dark, creepy forest.  The sense of smell was sensitized, the loam in the earth and the decomposing leaves made the atmosphere close and thick.  The blackness would nurture a sense of claustrophobia inside most normal human beings, but Kimberly Williams is far from normal.  And recently, her grasp of reality has become more and more distant.

The Woman Scorned is a perfect case of nature versus nurture, in this case arguing for the “nurture” side.  She is the identical twin of Marie Jones, but both grew up in completely different environments.  Whereas Marie grew up in stable, loving homes, Kimberly was raised “off the grid” by a sociopath.  The self-proclaimed “Wild Card” had a psychotic bent nurtured and drilled into her head thanks to her sociopathic guardian, a woman known to her only as Emma.

For reasons still unknown to this day, Emma hated and despised the Jones family.  Thus she also nurtured a hatred for the Jones family within Kimberly’s psyche.  Emma’s plan was full of perfect irony; Kimberly, a Jones herself, would be used as the ultimate weapon against the Jones family.  What Emma did not count on was Kimberly’s psychosis going too far when she snapped and murdered Emma.  She also did not count on Marie being brave enough, courageous enough to reach out to her twin sister and to bring peace.  Marie reached out to Kimberly and helped her escape her insanity.  Things were normal for the sisters.

At least Marie thinks that everything is normal.  Kimberly knows better.  She realizes that her psyche is slowly beginning to tear apart, piece by piece, and she could go crazy again.  This is why she is walking this path at night through the woods, a path she knows all too well.  It is a path she learned in her childhood and will never forget even as an adult.

The narrow path, which was made uneven by the knotted roots that crossed it, branched at intervals. The hills that lie friendly in the day - like the pillows of the land - are darkly ominous by night. The paths that were illuminated just hours before become lost in a blackness that even moonlight cannot help.  Not that she needs any help.  She knows this place like the back of her hand.

“I’m coming mommy!” The redhead shouts at the top of her lungs, hoping that someone can hear her, despite the fact that no one is anywhere nearby to hear her cry.  She also begins to pick up the pace, almost as if she knows that she is late and needs to hurry.  This is the path Kimberly, as a child, would often take to go see the outside world.  Emma would always give her a curfew that she was expected to keep.  Emma was a very strict parent and attempted to drill much of her lifestyle into The Woman Scorned.  Emma was only temporarily successful in making Kimberly hate the Jones family as much as she did but she utterly failed in her attempt to make Kimberly into a clone of Emma herself.

Emma was upright and refined.  Emma was graceful and elegant.  In fact, the only thing the two women seemed to have in common was their shared love of violence and ability to manipulate others.  Emma was just far more subtle, so much so that you couldn’t even tell she was manipulating you.

Kimberly stops dead in her tracks as she finally arrives at her destination; it is a run down home that is in great disrepair.  The house lives as if under constant shadow, as if the sun keeps reaching for those walls that shrink away. And so its windows stay black without the rippling effect of the light, never knowing that the dust that clings, the dirt of years, could so easily be washed away. The walls are so cold to the touch, stealing the heat from these warm fingers, never caring if my own heart froze. That there are ghosts inside is a certainty, that they bluster around screaming is a fact, yet only the house can usher them out and wish for those rays to kiss it some warmth.  Until that then the paint will peel and the wood will rot, forever wishing for the warmth of a touch.

It hasn't been lived in for many years but even now it looks familiar to Williams.  This is where she grew up with Emma.  Kimberly continues to stare blankly ahead until, as if a veil lifts from her consciousness, she shakes her head. “What the hell am I doing here?”

The Wild Card shrugs her shoulders. “Well, since I’m already here...”

Williams flings open the door, which almost comes off its hinges, which tells the story of the disrepair the home is in.  Kimberly steps across the threshold and into the darkness of her former home, which immediately seems to cause her to fall into a blank, hypnotic like stare.  The lights are on but no one is home in the case of Kimberly’s mind.  The windows were caked in grime and for the most part boarded up, leaving only the slimmest of slithers for the rays to struggle though. There was a flash of brown fur as several rats dived for cover.  It is at this moment that Kimberly once again returns to the moment, shaking her head.

“Damn…” Kimberly scans the room, which is one of only four total in the home; two bedrooms, a bathroom, and then this main living area.  Even when it was newer there still was not much to see.  Despite Emma’s preference for the finer things in this life, this place where she stayed with Kim has always been a run down shack.  Yet another mystery about Emma that Kimberly has never found the answer to, nor will she likely find the answer to any of those mysteries. This room is even more run down than it was in the past and it brings a look of awe across Kimberly’s face. “...has it really been this long?”

Williams immediately knows where she wants to go next.  With a determined stride she walks across the room, stepping across the dirt, grime, rats, vermin, and other things that clutter up the floor.  She opens a door and steps inside an empty room.  It is just an empty room, nothing more.  Not even a single piece of furniture is here.  Still, Kimberly recognizes this room as it used to be her bedroom.  The bed springs and matress have long since been disposed of, for Williams never wanted to be reminded of this place or her past.  She figured if she could just forget the past then her past would never come back to haunt her.

If that is the case, why has she returned?  It is a question that even she doesn’t know the answer to.  All she can say is that a voice has told her to come here.  An unseen force is pulling her here to this place at this time for reasons that she does not know.

“Kimberly…”

“Huh?” Williams arches her brow.  The voice again.  Did it come from the house or her mind?  Is she going crazy?  Kimberly shakes her head, hoping to shake the thoughts of what she just heard.  It had to be nothing.  Just the wind.

“Kimberly Frances Williams!”

The voice was more forceful this time.  It could not have been the wind, could it?  The redhead smiles wildly as she rolls her eyes.  She is beginning to believe that she is going crazy.  This whole thing is unbelievable, it is unthinkable, it is…

“It is NOT unthinkable!  Now get in here, young lady!”

Ok, that definitely was not the wind.  Could it have been in her head?  There is only one way to find out.  The Woman Scorned turns and bolts out of her old bedroom and enters the next room over, which is also a bedroom but still has some furniture.  Not much furniture, though; just the bed springs and a nightstand is all that remains of this room.  What would make any normal person jump out of their skin is the piece that rests neatly upon the nightstand…

...a human skull.

Yet, as we already stated, Kimberly is not normal, thus she seems not phased in the least by seeing this human skull resting upon the nightstand.  It is, after all, where she left it.  Years ago when Kimberly finally figured out that Emma had been manipulating her and using her all along, The Woman Scorned murdered Emma but she kept the skull.  She would occasionally visit this place and the skull, well, it was a reminder of her past.

But then Marie came back into the picture and she helped Kimberly come back to the light.  Fearing that reliving her past would cause her to relapse, Kimberly had never intended to come back to this place and damn sure never wanted to see the ugly human remains of Emma again.  Something, something within her mind, has thwarted her attempts and now she is here and the voices have returned.

“No!” The Woman Scorned shakes her head vehemently.  She wants this all to be a dream.  She wants to wake up safe and secure in her home.  She squeezes her eyes shut for a few moments and opens them, hoping this will all be gone.

No such luck.  The skull is still there.

“Come closer, child.  Let me get a closer look at you.”

Williams sighs, nods her head, and then slowly and cautiously approaches the nightstand. “Yes, Emma…”

“I am your mother!”

“No!  You were a manipulative bitch who used me!” Kimberly screams loudly and angrily with a hate filled voice. “You lied to me about my past, about my family, and you tried to use me as a weapon against my family!”

“How did I lie to you?  Your mother did give you away.  She valued her reputation as a good little Catholic nun and nuns don’t get pregnant, so she hid the pregnancy and got rid of you the moment you were born because she loved the Church more than you.”

“That was a half-truth and you damn well know it!” Kimberly shrieks as tears form in her eyes.

“It is the truth, my child.  But I took you in.  Unlike Angelica, I valued children.  I could not have children of my own so I took you as mine and raised you as mine.  I gave you a home, I gave you food to eat…”

“Yeah, this dump!”

“It was a roof over your head, young lady.  Be grateful.  And I did more than that.  I also taught you everything I knew…”

“Yes, I know.” Kimberly says quietly, nodding her head slowly.

“Oh and you were such a quick learner.  I wanted you to be my heir but you were so much more.  You surpassed me.  You became better than me at every skill I taught you.  The way you kidnapped your twin sister and took her place.  Granted I would have permanently took her place, you showed mercy, but still it was impressive.  And then later after the two of you made peace you pretended to be here on multiple occasions...taking her place on a date so that you could butcher that abusive ex-boyfriend of hers...taking her place in wrestling matches, especially that little hoax of yours that gave you a UWA Tag Title run, what was the name of it again?”

“The Ginger Hoax…” Kimberly’s voice trails off “...but how did you know about that?”

“You may have taken my life, child, but I have always been with you in your mind.  In the darkest recesses of your brain I will always be there as a silent observer.  You will never permanently get rid of me.”

“But I…” Kimberly shakes her head “...that’s impossible.  I killed you…”

“Yes, yes you did.  Nice repayment for all of the good I did for you.”

“I…” Kimberly is silent for a few moments, unsure of how to respond to this onslaught of emotion.  Finally after what seems like an eternity the redhead bows her head and sighs deeply. “...I’m sorry, Emma.”

“That’s better.  You look lovely, by the way.  Though you would look much better if you had only listened to my fashion advice.”

“I don’t want to look like you!” Kimberly sneers angrily.

“Well that much is obvious.  It is also obvious that you still have more to learn.  Mercy and repentance are two things that should not be flowing through your head.  When I was done with you, you were showing no mercy.  Yet what happened at Clarity?  Christy Matthews should be a fucking corpse right now but you held back...you showed mercy.  And you should never show repentance, you should never apologize, not even to me.”

“But…”

“SILENCE!  You have regressed.  And do you know who is responsible for your regression?” The Woman Scorned shakes her head. “Marie.”

“Marie?  But she’s my sister.  She helped me.  She saved me when no one else would give me a chance.  She…”

“She ruined you.”

“No!  She cares about me!” Kimberly begins pacing the floor, clearly agitated by what her mind is hearing right now. “You know how I know she cares?” She stops dead in her tracks and turns back to face the skull again.  She points an accusatory finger at the skull. “You’re right, I did kidnap her and take her place.  But she forgave me.  Not only did she forgive me but she was the one...the only one...who ever visited me when I was in a mental institution.  She reached out and helped me break free from my...my…” The Woman Scorned knows what word she needs to say, she just doesn’t want to say it.

“...your insanity?  I admit, she did take the time to reach out and help you while the rest of your family was happy to just let you rot away in the asylum.  But please, you must see it as clearly as I do.  Look at what you’ve done FOR Marie...butchered her abusive ex-boyfriend, tried to cripple Christy Matthews, even when she decided tag team wrestling in Uprising was not worth her time she used you to take her place so she wouldn’t have to tag team any longer.”

“Your point?” Kimberly growls.

“Marie began to domesticate you because she thought it was the right thing to do but that all stopped the moment she realized just how valuable you were as an assassin.  Your twin sister may have helped you and embraced you at first but as soon as she realized that you were a brilliant and deadly little weapon she stopped domesticating you and let you remain the monster you and animal you were, only now you’re her monster. Not mine.”

The words hurt and are painful.  Williams shakes her head vehemently as she drops to her knees.  She wants to reject everything that was said but she is finding it difficult to do so; the evidence is there.  Most still do consider her an animal, a monster even.  Most still consider her a psychopath.  Marie had tried to help but is Kimberly beyond help?  Or is this voice right, did Marie just stop helping because she found having her own personal monster to be something valuable?  Something worth having?

“On your feet, young lady!” Immediately Kimberly shoots up to her feet.  “Good.  Now open up the drawer on the nightstand.  You will find something inside.”

The Woman Scorned is reluctant at first.  She isn’t even certain what is going on or why she is here, but eventually she does as the voice instructs.  She opens the drawer and pulls out a small mirror.  Kimberly furrows her brow in confusion.

“It’s just a mirror.”

“Look at it more closely, child.”

Kimberly stares into the mirror, her reflection stares back.  Eventually a smirk forms upon her face. “Hello there, Kimberly my child…” the words come from Kimberly’s own mouth and her lips are forming the words.  It shocks Kimberly to her core and she tosses the mirror against the wall, causing it to shatter as a result.

“Oh my, seven years bad luck.”

“No, no, no, no!” Kimberly exclaims angrily. “You are dead!  I killed you!”

“And I told you that you would never get rid of me.  I am with you always, my child and unlike your family I will always be there for you.”

“No…” tears are flowing freely down her cheeks at this point.

“You know deep down in your heart and soul that what I am saying is true.” Kimberly reaches out and snatches the skull off of the nightstands.  She screeches at the top of her lungs at the skull now in her possession.  She rears back with skull in hand prepared to throw it…

“You don’t want to do that.”

“You don’t know what I want!  You don’t know me!” Kimberly exclaims, shouting at the skull.

“Oh I know you better than you know yourself.  I made you into the perfect weapon only for Marie to bastardize and weaken you.  But I can make you into the perfect weapon again.  Just don’t do anything you will regret.”

“I...I don’t…” she shakes her head, her eyes glaze over.  It appears as if The Wild Card is about to fall over but she catches herself.  She seems to regain her composure and straightens herself upright.  A sinister gleam enters her eye and a smirk forms upon her face as Kimberly begins speaking again…

“My dear Kimberly, you have made the right decision and we have so much work to do together but before we get started we must stop at a nice clothing store.  If I am to reside within your body then I am not going to dress in filth looking like a complete tramp.”

Williams walks away with a different gait than one she has ever had, a strut that resembles that of a runway model.  Oddly enough, she carries the skull in her right hand as she struts away.

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On Camera

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The camera opens in front of an SCW logo backdrop.  It isn’t long until the sound of heels across a hardwood floor can be heard.  A few moments later the lovely figure of Marie Jones...or Kimberly Williams...appears on the screen from stage left.  The creamy sheets of the silk dress slipped onto her shoulders, peppering her body with soft, sensual kisses.  It was a greenish-blue gown made of soft, satiny fabric, long and loose. A semicircular, high collar made of silk-like materials headed the ankle-length robe. Like a lover, it seduced the senses and conveyed with utmost skill the art of pleasing.  This attire would lead you to believe it is Marie who stands before you right now.

And yet you would be wrong…

“Ladies and gentlemen of Supreme Championship Wrestling, all of you wonderful fans out there, Kimberly here!  You know, “stabby, stabby, throw things at old people” Kimberly!” The redhead winks playfully at the camera. “Tell me, how do I look?”

The Woman Scorned spins around three hundred sixty degrees so the camera can get a full view of her.  “I know, this is different from my typical look.  Some of you may still doubt as to whether I truly am who I say I am.  Well believe me, I am NOT Marie.  My twin sister is off training and preparing for the upcoming chaos filled clusterfuck that will be the End of the Year Battle Royal.  I am Kimberly Williams and yes, I do look a little different, and I do hope you like my new look.  If not…”

She shrugs her shoulders “...get over it, because this is a look you’re going to have to get used to.  I can also honestly say that I did not borrow any of my sister’s clothes.  This is entirely MY fashion sensibility coming out.  And as for my sister, who I know is watching this right now…”

Kimberly waves delicately at the camera “...hello, Marie!  I hope you are doing well and I hope your training for the End of the Year Battle Royal is doing well.  One thing I have always liked about you is your honesty, you have never swayed and never wavered from your dedication to being the best.  Ever since leaving UWA for SCW you wanted to be the World Champion.”

She holds up two fingers. “Twice you had your opportunity, once against Sienna and a second time against Syren, both times you came up short.  Then for whatever reasons, whether it be just for my sake or for your own ambitions of becoming a Supreme Champion, you chose to team with me and challenge for the SCW World Tag Team Championship and we won!  We held the gold and I had my first taste of success in SCW and you had taken your next step towards Supreme Champion.  And you, my sister, you have done a great deal for me and I thank you. That is why I have encouraged you to go for it all, I encourage you to do your best and become SCW World Champion.  Everyone knows that is truly what you want more than anything else.  As for me…”

Her voice trails off and she winks at the camera “...well, I enjoyed my first taste of championship gold in SCW and now I want more of it.  This is why I am entering the End of the Year Battle Royal; I want to become the SCW World Champion as well and this, thanks to Kellen Jeffries, is my biggest and best opportunity to date and, hell, it may even be my last chance to date.  It isn’t like Sasha or anyone in SCW upper management wants to see someone like me as their world champion.   They definitely do not want to see Sienna Swann as their world champion and it was made abundantly clear based upon the situations he has been put in lately...”

“...elimination chamber…”

“...double jeopardy…”

“...now putting the title on the line in a battle royal that literally anyone can win?” Kimberly shakes her head. “I do feel for you, Sienna.  In fact, I tend to agree with you.  This is wholly and legitimately unfair.  But look into my eyes and ask yourself, does this look like someone who gives a damn?  So yes, I will be taking full advantage of this opportunity granted to me and I will...I will…”

Without warning The Woman Scorned grabs at her head.  She starts groaning almost as if she is in pain.  She starts pulling at her long red hair for several moments before she eventually regains her composure, only now she has a wild look on her face.  Insanity seems to come from her eyes.

“...I will maim anyone and everyone who gets in my fucking way!  You know me, I love a good fight!  I will feast upon the blood of my enemies and considering anyone and everyone breathing is invited to participate in this little chaos filled clusterfuck for the world title, then I’ll be feasting upon a whole shit ton of blood.  And chaos...where there is chaos, there is opportunity, but also where there is chaos there is yours truly, Kimberly Williams, THE WOMAN SCORNED and I...I…”

Again Kimberly seems to be in pain as she clutches at her head. She shakes whatever cobwebs there are inside her mind before regaining composure.  She smirks knowingly. “...and I will see all of you lovelies out there…” she blows a kiss at the camera “...toodles!”

The scene fades to black.