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March 10th, 2020
Nashville, Tennessee
Off Camera
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Waking up can be really harsh, especially if your
dreams are better than reality. The saddest part of it is, though, that
eventually even the memory of your dream will fade - if you are even lucky
enough to remember it that is. Then you're left with this lonely feeling of
detachment, left to explore in the empty void of emotions, the only proof that
you ever had the dream to begin with.
This is pretty much the way Kimberly Williams feels
every single time she wakes up from a night’s slumber. Is it unusual in
any way? Not really. She wakes the way royalty, the rich, and
other celebrities wake; just the same. We are all blessed with the same
time, the same experience of consciousness.
Also, in Kimberly’s experience, the same luck of the draw; will you be
blessed with another day, will you be allowed to wake up and live another day
or will you not wake up any longer? Will your eyes open to greet you
eternity? There are times that The Woman
Scorned feels that she must have been so blessed to live the same day over and
over, even though she ages, for those first few moments are so identical. At first there are the dreams, then the sense
of welcoming a new day, the anticipation of whatever comes.
Each day is truly a blessing. She knows that
every night she closes her eyes to dream may be the final time, so when she
wakes up she wants to make certain that she makes a difference in some
significant way. Her victory against Bree Lancaster for the SCW United
States Championship at Day of Infamy has given her an opportunity to make such
a difference. The Woman Scorned has long
thought of herself as an outside, someone looked down upon, someone the rest of
society forgets about. Kimberly is here to prove that anyone can make
their dreams come true. Kimberly as
United States Champion wants to be a symbol of good and a positive impact in
the world.
This is a far cry from where she once was…
Slowly and reluctantly, Williams uncovers her face.
She blinks, closes her eyes, and blinks again. Streaks of sunlight
penetrate the window in her Nashville hotel room and blind her. The egg yolk sun poured through the cracks in
the blind and awaited entrance into Kimberly's eyes. Sight still in the
clutches of the night's glue, she hesitantly rubbed the dreams away. Thoughts
of the visions in sleep come and go in waves, clinging on to the very last
memory of the night but with little success.
Kimberly sits up, drags her feet off the bed, and
rubs her knuckles onto her eyes. Kimberly stretches her arms above her head and
yawns. Kim watches as her legs dangle above the off-white polyester
carpet. She could sit here forever and enjoy this bright sunlight, just
another reminder of the many blessings she has now…
...but then she notices the figure in bed next to
her; Julianne Buchanan. No doubt this blinding sun will eventually wake
her. It wouldn’t be fair to her so
Kimberly reaches up and shuts the blinds, keeping the sun’s rays out and
allowing Julianne a little more time to sleep.
Kimberly looks at Julianne and sees herself, where
Kimberly was just a little over three years ago; in an in between state of
forever lost but with a glimmer of hope. Kimberly had been at odds with
her own family for a long time prior to this and had only just begun to gain
acceptance through her identical twin sister, Marie Jones. Before that moment, Kimberly believed she was
lost. She believed she was beyond help.
Yet Marie believed in her, she had faith in her, and she helped
her. In Julianne’s case, the blonde was
an outcast from her own family due to a lifestyle choice. That casting out drove Julianne into the
waiting arms of a cult. Julianne, like Kimberly, was nearly lost and
would have been lost had it not been for Kim, who Julianne met through Marie
who had also went to the cult looking for answers.
Now Kimberly recognizes that she has an opportunity
to assist Julianne in her own unique quest for answers and for hope.
“Huh? Kim…?”
The voice is Julianne’s. “Is it morning already?”
“Oh, poo! You’re awake!”
Kimberly says childishly. “Stupid sun! I hate the sun!”
“You’re funny…” Julianne
says drearily but with a weak smile upon her face.
Upon waking, Julianne burrowed herself into the
warm, soft sheets. She rubbed the remainders of sleep from her eyes and gazed
out at the horizon; its vivid light extended across a rosy sky. She supposed
this was something the majority of people would consider beautiful, but she
found it strange, hard even, to find something so meaningful in something so
every-day. It's not like the sun wouldn't rise, it had, after all, been
reliably happening since the beginning of time. So what was so special about
it? She could never feel the joy from it others did.
“Sun...so bright…” Julianne
remarks.
“It’s wonderful, isn’t it?”
Kimberly asks. Julianne pauses as she throws the sheets off of her
head. She throws her legs off the side of the bed and moves over close to
The Woman Scorned, wrapping an arm around her shoulders.
“What is wonderful?”
“The sun.”
“What’s wonderful about it.”
“Seriously?”
Kimberly asks, looking at her lover in the eyes with a look of surprise etched
across her face. Julianne nods her head in affirmation. The Woman Scorned just sighs as she gets up
and approaches the window, pulling the blind back open to reveal fully and
completely the sun in all of its brightness and glory. Williams turns and
motions out of the window with her right hand.
“You look out there and you see the brights rays of
the sun, but is that all you see?”
“Is there anything else to see?” Julianne
asks, shrugging her shoulders. “I mean, sun rises and sunsets are just
normal, right? Ordinary.”
The SCW United States Champion tilts her head to
one side and frowns. “You used to be super bright and chipper all the time,
what the hell happened to you?”
“The Inner Peace Enlightenment happened to me.” Julianne
says with a sad, grieved sigh. She used to be very upbeat and optimistic all of
the time and she owed all of it to The Inner Peace Enlightenment Retreat.
Upon realizing its dark and sinister truth, that it was in actuality a sex cult
recruiting young women like herself, she lost a great deal of that optimism.
Kimberly knew that getting both Julianne and Marie
away from the Inner Peace cult was important and necessary. Still, she
hated to see it happen at the expense of the optimism Julianne once had. If more people were just simply happy as
Julianne once was, the world would be a much better place. If nothing
else comes from their friendship, Kimberly hopes to restore Julianne’s joy and
happiness.
“Do you want to know what I see when I look at the
sun?”
“What’s that?”
“Hope.” Kimberly
remarks plainly yet pointedly. “I see hope.”
“Where do you get that?” Julianne
asks quizzically. The Woman Scorned smiles warmly as she approaches her
blonde friend and wraps an arm around her shoulders. She plants a kiss on
her cheek.
“It wasn’t long ago that a tornado tore through
parts of Tennessee, not too far from where we are staying for Breakdown.
People’s lives as they knew it were changed forever and for some unfortunate
souls they would have no more life.
Some, unfortunately, lost their lives in the storm. Some of us
don’t think much about the possible consequences of a tornado or some other
major storm coming through the area.
Others still complain about the loss of their homes when it was
destroyed in the storm. What I say is at least you still have a life to
live. At least you can still draw breath
and wake up to a sun rise. Will life be
different? Certainly. Will you have to rebuild? Yes.
But you’re alive and that’s the most important thing.”
“I guess those who never had to deal with the
devastation left behind by a tornado or any other kind of storm should be even
more grateful, right?” Julianne asks. Kimberly nods her head.
“That’s right.”
“Well that sounds an awfully lot like the stuff
they drilled into our heads at the Inner Peace retreat.”
Julianne gets up off of the bed and walks across the room to the
mini-fridge. She opens it and produces a bottled orange juice which she
opens up and begins to drink. Kimberly sighs as she nods her head.
“Yes, and they weren’t entirely wrong about that
approach, it’s their underlying motives that make them scum.”
“Will they ever pay, Kim?”
Julianne asks in a demanding tone, setting the orange juice down on top of the
mini-fridge. “Will they ever pay for what they did to so many young
women?”
“I hope so. If you and Marie and others like
you manage to escape and tell your tales then eventually something will be
done. Until then I cannot honestly say when or if something will be done
about them.”
“Right, so forgive me for not being so upbeat and
happy…” Julianne says, her voice trailing off. The
Woman Scorned gets up off of the bed and approaches Julianne. She
embraces her lover in a tight hug.
“You have to hope, Julianne. Without hope
there is nothing and my experience has told me that there is always a reason
for hope.”
“How do you figure that?”
“I mean, take me for example. I was taken
away from my mother at birth by a sociopathic monster. I was raised to be
the ultimate weapon against my sisters and my mother. The things I have
perpetrated against my own family…”
Kimberly shakes her head “...I dare not repeat. Yet I was given a
second chance. My family accepted me back into their lives. There
was hope for me, Julianne. There is hope
for all of the survivors of the storms that hit Tennessee. And Julianne,
I know that there is still hope for you.”
Tears are now flowing freely from the blonde haired
woman’s eyes. Kimberly hugs her tightly to her chest again. Upon breaking the embrace Julianne sighs and
shakes her head.
“I wish I could believe you, Kim. I really
do. But I feel I have lost all of my
hope.”
“You have to try. You did promise me that
much, Julianne. You promised me you would try.”
Kimberly is referring to a conversation that the
two had recently a month ago at a bar in Seattle, Washington. Kimberly
had been urging Julianne from that moment on to get in contact with her family,
the family that had cast her out, and at least attempt to make things right, to
heal the wounds that were now so very present and painful. While Julianne
has continued to travel with Kimberly while on this journey, she still has yet
to get in touch with her family. She has
barely had any contact with her brother, Brandon Buchanan. Julianne just shakes her head.
“It’s just very frightening…”
the blonde’s voice trails off.
“I know it is; trust me, I have been there, and I
can also tell you how rewarding it is once you’ve made that leap of faith and
tried to do some good in your life and other people’s lives.”
Julianne stares at Kimberly for several moments
before giggling. “That doesn’t sound like you at all.”
“What? You mean the whole motivational speech
crap?” Kimberly smirks. “Yeah, that’s all me. I’m
capable of a lot more than the insane, Crazy Kim antics you and everyone else
gets to see on television. What you and everyone else sees on television
is just a facade. It is a front that I
put up to disguise the real me.”
“Why the facade?” Julianne
asks curiously. Kimberly immediately scowls.
“Because certain people do not deserve to know the
real me!”
The SCW United States Champion immediately turns
and walks back to the window, still opened, and she gazes out at the brightness
of the day. Julianne slowly and cautiously approaches Kimberly. This redhead spoke with an anger and vitriol
that she hasn’t heard before. Something
is definitely off here. Something is unusual.
“What’s wrong, Kimberly?”
“Some people think that they’re so special.
You look at Breakdown and you see many of them in the ring; Sienna Swann, Glory
Braddock, and especially that entitled brat Bree Lancaster. What makes
them so special and unique?”
Kimberly shakes her head. “Nothing...nothing except for their wealth and
privilege and hell, even I could have any of that if I wanted it. There
is absolutely nothing that they have that I couldn’t have if I wanted it bad
enough. There’s nothing that they have
that anyone on this planet, yourself included Julianne, couldn’t have if you
wanted it bad enough. That’s the American dream, by the way. The American dream isn’t letting other people
define you, the American dream is all about defining yourself. And I, for one, have decided that I am no
longer going to be defined by the fact that I was raised to be a monster, that
my mother is a sociopath, or any of that garbage.”
“What about your father?”
“Excuse me?” Kimberly
furrows her brow out of confusion.
“You said you weren’t going to be defined by your
mother but...you never mentioned your father. To be honest, Marie never
mentioned him either…”
Kimberly chuckles lightly. “That’s not at all
surprising. Marie never liked him and as for me…” she shrugs her
shoulders “...I know next to nothing about him.”
“Well maybe you should do some digging and find out
something about him, y’know?”
Julianne approaches Kimberly and clasps her hands tightly. “It may help…”
“I doubt it.”
“What do you have to lose?”
Kimberly pauses for several moments as she stares
deep into Julianne’s eyes. A grin forms upon her face. “Ok, I’ll see
what I can find out about my father...if you reach out to your parents.
Do we have a deal?”
“That’s quite a leap of faith to take. Are we
ready?”
“I think so.”
Julianne grins. The blonde nods her head. “Then
we have a deal.”
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March 11th, 2020
Nashville, TN
Off Camera
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The night sky in the country music capital of the
world Nashville, Tennessee is rather beautiful; it might be somewhat of a
surprise to know that these are the thoughts of none other than Kimberly
Williams. The way that The Woman Scorned acts most of the time would lead
most to believe that she is quite the happy little sociopath, maybe even
incapable of noticing things like beauty.
You would be wrong and you would have fallen for just the exact trap she
has set for all she encounters. You have fallen for the facade, the front
that she puts forward for the public. The true Kimberly Williams is known to
very few people. The true Kimberly not
only does notice beauty but she is far from a sociopath. The Woman Scorned is most definitely capable
of feeling emotions, and one of the emotions that overwhelms her this very
moment is concern.
Concern and worry over the challenges that she will
face in the coming weeks and months, runs through her mind as she sits just
outside of the Bridgestone Arena in Nashville, Tennessee. Williams has
legs tucked up under her as she stares blankly up into the blackness of the
sky, a sky riddled with bright stars.
Her appearance may give off the idea of a blank stare, but her mind is
far from blank. The Woman Scorned was recently challenged by her new
friend and on again, off again lover Julianne Buchanan to track down and learn
about the history of her father. In
return, Julianne will contact her parents and attempt to patch things up.
Yes, Kimberly will get what she wants; she will
finally help Julianne make that first big step in repairing the damaged
relationship between her and her parents, the same parents who cast her out
long ago for choosing a different lifestyle. It does make Kimberly feel
good knowing that she will make a difference in Julianne’s life. Yet, at the same time, trying to learn about
her father will be tough.
Two weeks ago in Boston, Massachusetts while
visiting her aunt Kayla Jones, Kimberly floated the idea of finding out about
her father’s history with Marie by her side but at the time she didn’t really
think Marie would take it seriously. Yet Marie, too, seems to think that
it is a good idea. Now Julianne is on board
with encouraging Kimberly to learn about her father’s past.
Before, her father, a man known as Sean Williams,
was just a mystery and that was fine. It was simple and easy. What if she finds out something she doesn’t
want to know?
“Kim…” the
familiar voice startles Williams back to reality, for she had not been paying
any attention. She looks over to her left and spots her sister, Marie
Jones, standing there. She is dressed
back in her normal clothes, consisting of an ankle length skirt, simple black
flats, and a red sleeveless top, and she is ready to leave.
“What…” Kimberly
can only manage the one word simplistic reply. Even then it is an
unfinished statement, an incomplete thought. Marie sighs in response,
shaking her head.
“Where have you been?”
Marie asks incredulously. “I’ve been looking everywhere for you and you were
nowhere to be found.”
“Huh?” Kimberly
asks, confusion still abounding in her head. Marie smirks and taps her
on her head.
“I’ve been looking for you, silly.”
“Oh, well I’ve been out here.”
“That’s pretty obvious.”
Marie says with a light chuckle in her voice. “Why are you sitting out here
all by yourself?”
“I just need to be by myself.”
The Phoenix stares at her sister, studying her
closely. Kimberly avoids her gaze, not wanting to give Marie any indication
that something is wrong. Too late for that, she realizes as The Phoenix
sits down next to her. “Too bad, you got company now.”
Williams stares incredulously at her identical twin
sister. The Woman Scorned wishes she weren’t here right now but Marie
stubbornly refuses to leave her alone. Kimberly rolls her eyes. “You’re
not leaving, are you?”
“Not without you.”
“We’re not traveling together, Marie.”
Kimberly points out. “You are more than welcome to leave without me. In
fact, please, leave...shoo…”
Marie chuckles lightly. “Not going to be that
easy, Kim.”
“Fine.” Kimberly
rolls her eyes. “What do you want?”
“I want to know what’s bothering you.” Marie
says, placing a hand on her sister’s knee. “You’ve been quiet all
night. You’ve been acting strange right now. What’s up?”
There is a tense moment of silence where Kimberly
is trying to decide if she should bring this up or leave it alone. She
decides it is in her best interest to go ahead and confront it head on. It is healthier and besides, she isn’t
confident she can fool her identical twin any longer. Kimberly turns and
gazes deep into Marie’s eyes.
“Dad…”
“Yes? What about him?”
“Are we still gonna...you know...do some geology or
whatever the hell that crap is?”
“Genealogy.” Marie
corrects her with a grin. “And yes, as long as you want to.”
“I don’t think it’s a matter of if I want to; I
need to. I need to know where I came from.” Kimberly
points at Marie. “But you, at least you knew him.”
“I barely knew him.” Marie
corrects her. “They were very few and very fleeting moments before mom
killed him.”
“Point is you have memories. I have
none. I have lies about him that were
told to me by the bitch that raised me but that’s it. What if there’s something
in his past that I don’t want to know?”
The Phoenix sighs and nods her head. “I
understand the fear. I understand your apprehension. I wish I could
make it easier and tell you what we’re going to find but I honestly can’t tell
you. What few memories I had were positive but that doesn’t necessarily
mean anything. But I think you’re right,
you do need to find out about him, as do I.”
“Where do we start, though?” Kimberly
asks curiously. “Sean Williams is practically an unknown.”
“You’re right.” Marie
nods her head. “He did have a few wrestling matches here and there but you
could name them all on one hand, he didn’t have enough time to become well
known. Before he could make his mark elsewhere, well…” Marie’s voice
trails off.
“That’s when mom killed him.”
“Yeah.” Marie
nods her head.
“So what else do we have to work with?”
“Well the first rule of genealogy is to work from
the known to the unknown. Genealogists quickly find out that their “unique
name” is not so unique after all. As for sources of information? Information exist on the web, in libraries,
court houses, churches, and the home.”
“The home?”
Kimberly scoffs. “I doubt mom would be willing to share much information
about the man she murdered.”
“No but I know where we can start.”
“Where’s that?”
Kimberly asks curiously.
“The church.”
“Why there?”
“I may not know much about him but I do know that
mom met our dad through the church. He was going to become a priest.”
“Wait a sec…”
Kimberly grins from ear to ear “...so you’re telling me a nun and a priest
got jiggy with it and we popped out?”
Marie sighs and rolls her eyes. “If you want to
put it that way...yes…”
“Then I’m in!” Kimberly
claps excitedly. “Lets go to church!”
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On Camera
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We open in front of an SCW Retribution logo
backdrop. The camera remains focused in for several moments, not moving
an inch, and nothing about the scene changes for several moments until finally
Kimberly Williams enters the scene from stage right. She is wearing black
leather pants, black boots, and a black top.
The SCW United States Championship title belt is wrapped around her
waist and her long red hair hangs unrestrained to shoulder length.
“You know, there’s some talk about just how serious
I’m taking my title defense against Bree Lancaster at SCW Retribution.
Granted, those who are raising these questions and doubts about me are mostly
those supporters of hers like Scotty and Jordan who have their heads shoved so
far up her ass that it’s hard to tell where they begin and Bree ends, but
that’s beside the point. I also find it ironic that the ex-champion is
questioning me about how seriously I am taking this match when she herself
NEVER once took a damn thing seriously.” The
Woman Scorned snickers nastily while a smirk forms across her lovely face.
“Deny it all you want, Bree, but you know I’m
right. You ran around with the United States Championship ripping off
every single uber-patriotic American gimmick you can think of, all the while
degrading and diminishing the importance and meaning of this championship”
she pats the title belt around her waist “by cheating your way through your
title reign and taking shortcut after shortcut in attempts to maintain your
vice-like grip over the division. You made a mockery out of everything
the United States Championship ever stood for and you made a mockery out of
each and every individual who ever came before you, those who fought their
asses off to earn this championship the right way.”
Kimberly motions to herself with her right hand. “Me!
You made a mockery out of people like me who have fought and trained hard
throughout my entire wrestling career to achieve great success, only to watch
you shit all of it away like it was nothing! No wonder I whipped your ass
at Day of Infamy and no wonder I’m going to whip your ass again at
Retribution.”
“You’re a cheap rip off, Bree. Plain and
simple. And you never once appreciated
this championship, at least not until you lost it to me at Day of Infamy.
And even then I’m not sure it’s so much appreciation that you wished you had
more of for the title as much as it is shock...shock of the fact that you lost
the title to me…because just like so many other rich bitches that came before
you, you looked down upon me like I was some unworthy peasant.”
Kimberly points a long slender finger at the
camera. “You know who you are? You’re like Donald Trump or Mike
Bloomberg. You can rip off the most orange president in American history
with the cute catchphrase “Make America Bree Again” or you can Be Like Mike and
throw money at a contest that you know deep down in your heart of hearts that
you’re going to lose. Dunno if you’re more of a Republican or a Democrat,
so pick whichever you prefer, either way the point stands. You think you are entitled to whatever you
want. You think you can buy
success. And you think people like me
who haven’t necessarily have had it as easy as you don’t deserve to be where we
are.”
“Bullshit, Bree. Complete and utter bullshit.”
Kimberly shakes her head.
“Have I enjoyed mocking you these past few weeks
and exposing you for the cheap rip off that you are? Hell yes! I have enjoyed every minute of it,
Breemberg. But as fun as that way, I do
know that the time for the fun will soon come to an end. Trust me,
Breemberg, I am taking this very seriously.
You wanna know why I am taking this seriously?”
The Woman Scorned pats the championship belt around her waist.
“Because I appreciate this championship. I
value it. And I want to do this
championship, this company, and its fans proud. You may look at me on
television breaking into production trucks and messing with
Breakdown...dressing as a pirate...threatening to use an infinity gauntlet to
win a match…” a laugh escapes Kimberly’s mouth.
“...which wasn’t a threat by the way, I actually
did that once!” Kimberly continues to laugh for a few
more moments before regaining her composure.
“...but underneath the facade of those crazy antics
and fun and games lies the fierce heart and soul of a proud competitor. I
am proud of everything I have accomplished in my career, Bree. I was proud of what I achieved when I
defeated you at Day of Infamy and would have gladly defended the title against
you again anytime and anywhere but what did you do?” Kimberly
frowns. She shakes her head in utter disgust and contempt of her
opponent.
“You threw a childish temper tantrum, you attacked
me after the match, and then you made some half-assed piss poor excuse about
Scotty? He shouldn’t have even been involved in the first match you dumb
bitch. It’s his own damn fault he got
caught in the crossfire.”
“If we really want to talk about a proud
representative of the US Championship, if you want to talk about someone who is
taking this seriously versus someone who is acting immature, who do you think
is the immature child here? Me, your United States Champion, or the whiny
entitled bitch who has been throwing the single biggest temper tantrum in the
history of this sport from Day of Infamy until today.”
“I wish I could tell the fans out there that I
would shut you up and end your tantrum at Retribution but unfortunately I
cannot honestly say that. In fact, it’s going to get worse, because I’m
going to beat you AGAIN at Retribution and you will be able to do nothing about
it.” Kimberly gazes turns into a sneer, she stares with
a fierce intensity at the camera as she shouts the next word angrily...
“NOTHING!”
Kimberly pauses for a few moments. She smirks
knowingly. “Nothing except cry like a little girl…”
“See you soon, babe…”
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