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March 13th, 2020
Boston, Massachusetts
Off Camera
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The sound of the loud, reverberating church bells
rings out in and around Our Lady of the Annunciation Catholic Church. The
gorgeous gothic architecture and enormous size is both beautiful and
intimidating at the same time. For the
Jones family, however, this is normal. Angelica Jones, the Matriarch, not
only grew up Catholic but was once a nun and has raised her children
Catholic. Standing here before the
Church building dressed in an ankle length black skirt, black patent leather
pumps, and a silk white floral print blouse is one of Angelica’s oldest
children, “The Phoenix” Marie Annabelle Jones. Standing next to her wearing
torn denim jeans flip flops and a black t-shirt with “I Groped Mr. D” written
on in hot pink lettering is her rather unusual...or is the more appropriate
term “unique”...identical twin sister Kimberly Williams.
“Race you to the top!”
Kimberly points up towards the towering doors of the gorgeous Church.
Marie sighs, rolling her eyes.
“I’m not running in heels, Kim.”
“Party pooper.” Kimberly
says, sticking her tongue out at Marie.
Kimberly and Marie ascend the large marble stairs
that leads to the front doors; then the eccentric redhead knocks a few times
but Marie stops her. Jones ignores another “tongue” from Kim, before she
then pulls the doors open and the twin siblings step inside into the narthex
where they immediately see the vestibule, a large, standing font or pool used
to perform the sacrament of Baptism. Smaller, wall-mounted holy water
fonts are found near the interior church doors.
Marie Jones, more in tune with the proper practices of the Catholic
faith, approaches the doors, touches the
holy water with her fingers, and makes the sign of the cross; Kimberly, on the
other hand, touches the holy water to her tongue and contorts her face upon
tasting the salty water.
“Gross!” Kimberly
exclaims.
“You’re not meant to drink it!” Marie
shouts angrily. “It’s Holy Water!”
“Soooo does that make me holy if I drink it?”
“Not exactly how it works…”
“Damn…” Kim
stops herself, covering her mouth once she realizes she swore inside of a
church “...I mean ‘darn’...sorry God…”
Marie chuckles. “It’s ok, Kim. Just come
on inside. Let’s find Father Fitzgibbons.”
Kimberly nods her head and follows her twin sister
into the church sanctuary itself. The sanctuary is carpeted with red
carpeting. Two columns of pews are on
either side of the Jones siblings as they look down a long center aisle that
leads up to the front of the church, the altar. The altar and the pews
are separated by a rail where worshipers may kneel if they so choose. The altar itself is just behind the rail, as
is a crucifix which is mounted on the wall.
Finally a pulpit is to the left. There are a few people here,
kneeling in the pews. Kimberly finds
this odd and points to them while looking at Marie.
“What are they doing here?”
“Eucharistic Adoration.”
“Euchawhat?”
“Eucharistic Adoration. We Catholics believe
that this is the body and blood of Christ, so we are quite literally adoring
it.”
“Worshipping it?” Kim
asks. Marie shrugs her shoulders.
“Uh, not exactly, but if it helps then yes.
But we’re worshipping Jesus. Not the
host.”
“Blah, blah, blah, whatever…”
It is clear that The Woman Scorned was never raised
in such an environment. She was never a true practicing Catholic and
while she can easily pass for one, she can easily make people think she is one,
all of this religious stuff is still very unfamiliar to her. It still
feels unknown to her. Yet a part of it
feels all too right. The part of this
faith that she likes to hear about is mercy.
God knows she has needed mercy plenty of times in her life. But
Kimberly isn’t here for Eucharistic Adoration or a worship service, neither of
which are scheduled today anyway. She
isn’t even here for that mercy she seeks out so frequently.
Kimberly...along with her twin sister Marie...is
here seeking answers about their father, Sean Williams, who apparently was at
one time in training to become a Catholic priest before meeting one Angelica
Jones. And it was here, at this very church, that the two of them met.
Love cannot be controlled and you cannot control
who you fall in love with. A priest...even one in training...falling in
love with a nun is scandalous in the Catholic Church. Yet Angelica Jones
and Sean Williams could not help themselves.
They adored one another. They
could not be kept apart. One thing led to another and the young nun
Sister Angelica was pregnant.
The rest, as they say, is history. It is a
vague, rather unknown history for Kimberly Williams, who now wishes to know
about her past, so that she can use it to help shape her future.
This church, Our Lady of the Annunciation, would
eventually become the home church for the entire Jones family in generations to
come. Angelica, Marie, and their cousins would all come here seeking
spiritual guidance for any and all problems that befell them in their
professional or personal lives. Normally one would expect that with that
kind of reputation and history in a church that any family members would be
widely known, but with their busy and hectic wrestling schedules, Marie and Kimberly
cannot be sure anyone in this church truly knows them outside of one
individual; a young nun known as Sister Maria.
Sister Maria, unfortunately, is not here
today. They have to settle for the next best thing...
“May I help you?”
Marie and Kimberly turn around upon hearing the
soothing, gentile voice of Father Peter Fitzgibbons. The priest was born
with brown hair but one can see that it is beginning to gray with his age. He has a warm, pleasant smile upon his face
and much like most priests he is wearing all black, which includes black dress
shoes, black pants, and a black button up shirt. The only thing not black
on his person is the white clerical collar that seems to shout “I am a priest”
to anyone who is willing to listen.
“Daddy!” Kimberly exclaims, rushing up to the
gentle old priest and embracing him in a tight hug. Marie gasps in
shock. The Phoenix can only wonder what
this poor priest must think with what may or may not be his first encounter
with Kimberly. Luckily he seems to be taking it in good stride, as he
chuckles lightly and pats Kimberly on the back.
“Yes...but I’d prefer to be called Father,
dear. Father Fitzgibbons, Father Fitz, or just Father.”
“Not dad?”
“I’d rather not.”
“Da...I mean darn...see, I caught myself this
time!”
Again the priest chuckles. He seems to be
finding this all fun, which is good for Marie, who is stunned by her sister’s
actions. Then again, it is Kimberly.
The Phoenix approaches the priest and offers to shake his hand. The priest accepts the handshake.
“Hi Father, you may not know us but you should know
our mother.”
“Who is your mother?”
“Angelica Jones.” Marie
states. Immediately Father Fitzgibbons nods his head.
“Ah yes, I know of your mother’s reputation quite
well.”
“Is that a good thing or a bad thing?”
Kimberly asks with a wry grin on her face.
“All good, trust me.”
“Does she write big paychecks to the church?”
Kim asks again. Marie now thinks Kim has gone far enough and swats Kim’s hand.
The priest just chuckles.
“Well, your mother is quite a contributor to the
Church, I will say that for her.”
“I take it that means it’s a REALLY big paycheck.”
Kimberly asks. Marie doesn’t even give Father Fitzgibbons a chance to
answer. She quickly interjects.
“Uh, ignore Kim. She’s a little
enthusiastic. My name is Marie, Marie Jones.”
“Nice to meet you both.”
He looks at Marie then back at Kimberly who waves playfully at him. “Identical
twins, I see. What can I do for you?”
“We have a question that we think...or hope at
least...you can help us with, as it pertains to this church and our father.”
“I see. Well, I believe I can help you.
Follow me back into the Narthex so that the worshippers can have peace and
quiet, shall we?”
Marie and Kim nod and then they follow the gentle
priest out of the main worship area and into the Narthex. Once they are
outside in the Narthex the priest, knowing he can speak a little louder, turns
to face the identical twin siblings and smiles warmly.
“You two happen to be in luck. I am a very
big history buff as they say and I love to do my research, my history studies
on any parish I serve. This one is no different. Your mother, I knew her from more than just
the nice big paychecks she writes to the church Kim.”
He says this with a wink as Kimberly blushes. “Your mother has a reputation
here. She served this area as a nun for a period of time. She left
the convent and in a drastic change of career choices she became a professional
athlete. Though her service to the church...monetarily at least...remains
to be quite astounding.”
“So you do know your stuff!”
Kimberly quips.
“That I do, Kim. And I believe you now wish
for me to tell you what I know of your father, who if I am to connect the dots
correctly would be a Mr. Sean Williams?”
“Bingo was his name-o!”
Kimberly says in a sing-song voice. Marie rolls her eyes.
“It wasn’t that difficult to figure out.
Church history shows that your mother left the sisterhood due to breaking the vow
of celibacy. Though it wasn’t just her at fault; Mr. Williams was
supposed to be celibate, for he was planning to go into the ministry. He
was studying and preparing to become a priest.”
“Did you know him?”
“Unfortunately no. My predecessor here at
this Church, Faither Larry Heiny, did know him personally. In fact, he
was your father’s mentor in the priesthood.
After the affair had become public of course the two had to leave their
individual ministries.”
“Father Fitzgibbons, Kimberly and I knew most of
this. But is there anything more specific you can tell us? Like, how did he go from being a priest to a
wrestler like mom? Why did they break up?
And what made them think abandoning us was the best idea?”
“I wish I had more specific answers for you but
alas that is all I have.” The priest shakes his head. “Although
I do know your father had two siblings, I cannot be sure if they are both still
alive but I can give you their names if you want them. They will probably
know much more than me.”
“That would be extremely grateful, Father.” Marie
states.
“Sean Williams had a younger sister, Cynthia
Williams, and an older brother, Paul Williams.”
“Thank you, Father, this has been a great help.”
Marie says with a grin, nodding her head.
“Yeah, thanks dad!” Kimberly
says with a cheesy grin. Marie takes her sister by the arm and drags her
out of the church as the priest turns and walks the other way. Once
outside of the doors Marie turns to face her sister.
“You certainly were acting rather wild today.”
“Got a problem with it, sis?”
“No but I thought you were going to start taking
things more seriously from now on.”
“No, I said I wanted people to start recognizing
that there was more to me than just Crazy Kim.”
“Acting like this around people doesn’t help.” Marie
points out. Kimberly nods her head.
“I know and if those people make the mistake of
assuming that is all I’m about then they’re the ones who will pay the price if
they ever become my problem.”
“I’m not sure I want to know what that means.”
“Trust me, it’s best not knowing.” Kimberly
grins nastily. “Plausible deniability rocks!”
“Right...well anyway, do you want to look into
these names, Cynthia and Paul, or should I?”
“Uh, I’d rather you do the detective work on this
one, sis.” Kim remarks. “I have Julianne to
take care of, not to mention defending the US Championship against Breemania.”
“I almost forgot about Julianne. How is she
holding up?”
“Ok, I guess.” Kimberly
answers. “She hasn’t contacted her parents yet but she promised she would if
I did some digging into my own dad’s past.”
“Good, so you held up your end of the bargain, go
make sure she holds up hers.”
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March 13th, 2020
Boston, Massachusetts
Off Camera
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This run down home would appear, at first glance,
to be abandoned. It appears to be un-kept and completely ignored,
allowing time to do its dirty work of destruction. Sections of ceiling
hang limp in the stagnant air. Fragments of plaster lie damp over a long
untrodden floor, their only purpose to soak in the seasonal rain. Cold water
seeps through window frames, rotten and blistered, to nurse the mildew and rise
up wallpapers that peel. Dust lay over every surface like dirty snow,
pristine dust layer, not a foot print anywhere, dust bunnies the size of
bowling balls tumbled across the floor boards toward unseen skittles, free
papers piled up to the letter box and cascaded all the way to the foot of the
rough wooden stairs, old tea cups lay on a coffee table thickly encrusted with
dried up mould, dust covered mirrors, smell of mildew, stale air, air thick
with dust, shafts of light bursting through gaps in the boarded up window,
light streaming through the gaps in the heavy velvet curtains, absolute
silence, not even the hum of a refrigerator, the houses only occupants weaved
their webs between the spindles of the stair banisters and from the ceiling to
the wall, old cobwebs billowed in the draft.
It may not look like much, and most would consider
these conditions to be unlivable, but for Kimberly Williams this is home.
Kimberly has never wanted much in life, even before she gained a foothold upon
her sanity and gained acceptance within her family. Hell, gaining acceptance
within her family could have allowed her to have all of the lap of luxury that
she wanted.
Yet she never wanted any luxury. Living in
slums like this helps keep her grounded. And in her own twisted way, this
has helped make her thankful for what she has. She doesn’t need nor does
she want to live the lap of luxury, despite knowing that she easily
could. She is the daughter of Angelica Jones, after all; if her mother
wouldn’t give her a nice place to stay, Kimberly knows that her twin sister
Marie’s place is also available. But Kimberly doesn’t want to live the
lap of luxury. She would rather maintain
some connection of what reality is like rather than to be sheltered by money
and privilege.
No, the raggedy sofa she currently finds herself
lying on is not the most comfortable in the world. In fact, it is quite
stiff and any normal human being would get back problems if they were to stay
on it for an extended period of time. But Kimberly likes it. And that’s all that matters to her. Kimberly is staring with a bright grin at a
cage that sits on a dusty red coffee table. Inside that cage is a
hamster.
“Sweet Caligula!”
Kimberly says in a sickeningly sweet voice, talking to the hamster that sits
and eats pellets in his cage. “Mommy misses you when she’s on the
road! Yes she does! But trust me,
she’s gutting all sorts of bad people just for you, buddy!”
KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK!
The knocking on the front door gets Kimberly’s
attention. It has been a few hours now since her and her identical twin
sister Marie Jones visited the priest, Father Peter Fitzgibbons, and they got
more information that could help them with their investigation into their
father’s past. Surely Marie is not finished yet. No way is Marie done and has found out the
locations of Cynthia Williams and Paul Williams, Sean’s sister and
brother. This can only be one other
person, the person Kimberly invited over today…
...Julianne Buchanan.
“Now Caligula, that’s my friend Julianne. You
better be nice to her, ok?” Kimberly blows a kiss at the hamster
before turning around on the sofa towards the door where the knocking is coming
from. “Come in! It’s unlocked!”
Williams hops up off of the couch and greets
Julianne just as the blonde walks into the living room. “Julianne! Hi!”
Kimberly embraces her in a tight hug. “What’s
up, babe?”
“Nothing right now but I wanted to come over as
soon as I got your voicemail. You did want me to stop by, right?”
“Yup!” Kimberly
nods her head. She takes Julianne by the hand and almost drags her into
the living room to the couch. Kimberly motions for her to sit down and
Julianne does sit down. Kimberly sits
down next to her. “This is my humble abode. And maybe “humble”
is a nice word for it…”
“I wasn’t gonna say anything, but…”
“Yeah, it’s a dump.”
Kimberly snickers. “I know but I want it that way.”
“Really?” Julianne
asks with a look of astonishment on her face. Kimberly nods her head.
“Really. Some people are lucky and they get
the trappings of wealth and security. Others are not very lucky and have
to live in garbage like this because it’s all they can afford. I look at
people out there, my own family included, and I think some of them have let
fame and fortune go to their heads. But I don’t want that to happen to
me. Living here is my own unique way of
keeping myself aware that not everyone in this world is lucky enough to have
the world handed to them on a silver platter. It keeps my head in its
proper place.”
“Well that’s certainly a...unique approach.”
“You think I’m crazy, don’t ya?”
Kimberly asks with a smirk on her face. Julianne shakes her head.
“No, not at all. I mean, it isn’t what I
would do but you’re definitely not crazy.”
Kimberly smiles warmly. “Thanks, Julianne.
Though I think you’re in the minority here. Most people think I’m crazy.”
“Prove them wrong.” Julianne
remarks defiantly. Kimberly nods her head.
“Yes, sir…”
Kimberly leans over and plants a kiss on Julianne’s cheek. “I do have one
question for ya, babe.”
“What’s that?”
“Did you contact your parents?”
Julianne sighs. “First, you tell me did you find
out anything about your father?”
“Fair enough. I did hold up my end of our
little bargain. My sister and I went to the parish priest and spoke to
him. The guy’s like a walking history book. He knew a lot but unfortunately not the
specific details we needed. He did give us a crucial lead that can help
us find out more.”
“Good!” Julianne
says excitedly. Kimberly points a finger at her blonde friend.
“Now what about you? Did you call your
parents?”
“I did…” Julianne
says, nodding her head as her voice trails off. Kimberly is excited to
hear more. She leans in, feeling anxious
about this news.
“So what did they say?”
“They want to talk.”
“About what?”
“They didn’t say. They were very vague, they
had nothing to say over the phone. They wanted to talk face to face. But they did seem glad to finally hear from
me…”
“Sooooo are you going to go?”
“I don’t know, Kim.”
Julianne shrugs her shoulders. “It’s still so scary, y’know?”
“I know it is, but taking this leap of faith and
trying to find out about my dad was scary for me but I’m not stopping, am I?”
“Nooo…”
“And neither will you. Trust me, I will be
with you every step of the way if you want me to.”
Julianne embraces Kimberly in a tight sisterly hug.
“Thanks, Kim! Thank you so much! It will be difficult but...if
you’re with me, I’ll give it my best shot…”
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March 15th, 2020
Memphis, Tennessee
On Camera
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We open to an aerial shot of the magnificent
FedExForum in Memphis, Tennessee. The shot stay there for a few moments,
allowing the viewer to gain a full appreciation of the beauty of this
sight. Then we switch to a ground view, specifically in front of the
entrance to the arena. We see a redhead
female figure squatting down with her back turned to the camera. What we
can tell (other than the obvious fact that she is a redhead) is that she is
wearing denim jeans, a black leather jacket, and black boots.
“Here we go…”
This is the voice of none other than Kimberly
Williams, the reigning SCW United States Champion. There’s that question
answered, at least!
“...this is the FedExForum! But you knew that
already, right? At least you should know.
If not, shame on you for not paying attention! What you may not
know about this particular venue is the fact that it is the home of the NBA’s
Memphis Grizzlies. Did you know that in 2004 Glen Johnson defeated Roy
Jones Jr for the IBF Light Heavyweight boxing championship here in this
arena? In 2009 mixed martial arts UFC hosted an event here at this very
arena. In 2006 the Nashville Predators
played the Columbus Blue Jackets in the first ever ice hockey game here at this
arena. It is also the home of the University of Memphis’ college
basketball program.”
Kimberly stands up. She turns around to face
the camera. We see that The Woman Scorned is wearing a black “SCW”
t-shirt and her SCW United States Championship title belt is wrapped around her
waist. Williams uses her right thumb to motion to the FedExForum behind
her.
“Whether you’re talking professional basketball,
boxing, mixed martial arts, hockey, or even college basketball where the kids
are looking to make a name for themselves, they still have to earn their
opportunity to compete here. They have to earn the right to be in front
of thousands upon thousands of cheering fans here in this arena and all over
the world…” the champion smirks.
“...or if you’re Bree, no one, because the only
people who cheer her are the people she pays to be her fans. But I’ll get
back to Breemania in a moment.”
Kimberly makes a playful kiss at the camera and then winks.
“Point is, you do not get here to this grand stage
or any stage for that matter without EARNING that spot.” Kimberly
pats her championship belt. “I could go on and say that working hard and
earning your stripes is what America is all about, but hell, that’s what being
HUMAN should be about! The problem today is that a few entitled pissants
think that they deserve to have the world handed to them on a silver fucking
platter without ever having a god damn thing to earn it.”
“Those same people, when they start to take over,
when they take charge and they start to change the rules to fit their own
twisted mindset of what is right and wrong, it changes things and not for the
better but for the worse. Take Breester for example; typical wealthy,
bitch walking around with an actor boy toy and yapping nuisance of a dog. And honestly, it’s hard to tell those three
apart, but that’s beside the point. As
if she wasn’t annoying enough as this self-aggrandizing whore, she had to
become United States Champion and shove anything and everything Breemerica down
the throats of wrestling fans everywhere.”
Kimberly smirks knowingly. “But then I came
along. In a campaign not unlike the blitzkrieg or shock and awe, I came,
I saw, and I kicked her ass at Day of Infamy to become the new SCW United
States Champion, liberating this championship from her entitled grasp but also
liberating SCW fans and wrestling fans everywhere from having to hear anything
else about Breemerica. Do you know how it made me feel to become SCW
United States Champion?”
“It made me feel great. I felt awesome. I’ve held minor singles championships before,
but nothing on this level, nothing of this stature. Everywhere else,
including here in SCW, I’ve just been looked at as Marie’s crazy twin
sister. But I wanted to work hard and
prove that there was more to me than just being Marie’s sister. And at
Day of Infamy my hard work paid off in spades.
It felt good to actually EARN something that you have worked so hard to
achieve. Though you wouldn’t know anything about EARNING anything, would you
Breester? Hell, little miss Briss became even more intolerable because
she no longer had her precious.”
Kimberly giggles slightly.
“Great! Now I have this image of Bree as a
Gollum reaching out her decrepit little hands...decrepit probably due to all
those chemicals she puts on herself...but reaching out with those decrepit
little hands just like a Gollum for this,” she
pats her title belt again “the US Title belt, all the while saying ‘my
precious…’” Kimberly points a finger at the camera.
“...I blame you for that Bree! Bad Bree! Go to your room!”
Kimberly snickers nastily. “Oh but you know, I shouldn’t be making fun of
Breeniac. I mean, she must be suffering so much pain and grief from
losing the championship. For most of us normal people it would be common
place to feel that kind of pain. It
would be nothing to us. We could get over it. But for Bree?
Little Miss Entitlement who is used to getting everything she wants no
questions asked?” Kimberly shakes her head.
“Oh she went off like a volcano, didn’t she?
Well I have news for you, Bree...GET USED TO IT!” Kimberly
snarls angrily, almost like a wild animal.
“You think you can decide everyone else’s
fate. You think you can determine what you get and when. Well at
risk of sounding gimmicky, that’s not America bitch. I mean, sure, in
America you CAN do anything you want...but not without working for it.
You can’t just run around saying GIMME! GIMME! GIMME! If you wanna do that,
Bree, then go back to playschool with the other children where a little
immature girl like you belongs.” The
United States Champion shakes her head.
“That’s not the worst of your crimes, Bree.
Losing this championship at Day of Infamy was only the beginning of you paying
for the crimes you’ve committed and you will continue pay at Retribution.
You see, you have constantly looked down upon anyone and everyone who has come
after you. Aaron Blackbourne? You never thought anything of him. Rachel Lee you never wanted to give her a
fair fight so you injured her and took her out of action. And as for me? You never thought I was worthy. You saw me as a joke.”
Kimberly sneers at the camera, as if sneering at Bree herself.
“Well this JOKE beat your ass at Day of Infamy in a
WRESTLING MATCH using WRESTLING HOLDS and WRESTLING MOVES to become the new SCW
United States Champion. I didn’t need to cheat, I didn’t need to use
weapons, I didn’t need to maim you, although I just as easily could have done
all of that. I wanted to prove a point,
not just to you but to everyone else out there…”
Kimberly pauses dramatically before continuing
“...never, EVER, under any circumstances
underestimate or overlook an opponent. Never EVER look down upon your
opponent. As good as you are, you can
always be beaten on any given night by anyone at all. I beat you not only
because I was the better wrestler but because your massive self-entitled ego
blinded you to the obvious threat that I posed.”
Kimberly unclasps the SCW United States title belt from around her waist and
raises it high over her head.
“Now that I have this, The Precious that used to
belong to SCW’s resident Gollum, you would think that she would have learned
her lessons and that heading into Retribution she would be better prepared.” Kimberly
shakes her head. “But she won’t be prepared. I know her type. I’ve watched her type in society walk over
people just because they can. Her type believe that they are entitled to
anything that they want and they do not know what the hell it means to bleed,
to sweat, and to pay the price for the simply joy of living another fucking
day. So do I expect Breegollum to have learned her lesson?” Kimberly
shakes her head.
“No, she hasn’t learned her lesson. I can
stand here right now and tell you exactly what my game plan is for Retribution
and I will still beat you, because you are so god damn full of yourself that
you will yet again overlook me, and yet again you will lose. So I’m here
to tell you that at Retribution you will get this PRECIOUS rematch that you
want, you will get to try and EARN this championship back, but you will
ultimately FAIL in your bid to earn it back.
I will outwrestle you yet again and if you force my hand, I just may
take it up a few notches and hurt you a little just to teach you a lesson, one
that you will never forget.”
A sinister grin forms upon Kimberly’s face. “So
enjoy this PRECIOUS moment Breegollum, because once it is over and I have
beaten you again, then the real pain will begin to sink in; because it will be
you having to sit on the sidelines and watch everyone else who you ducked,
worthy and deserving competitors who you avoided out of fear, cowardice, or
just because you were so damned arrogant that you thought them beneath you, you
will have to watch as they get opportunities at this championship. You
will have to go to the back of a very long line of individuals who have been
busting their asses off for opportunities like this who know good and damn well
what it means to work hard and earn their stripes in this business. That will hurt, won’t it?” Kimberly nods
her head.
“Now I know there will come a day when I will lose
this championship to one of those worthy competitors. I understand that
and accept that and I will be ready and willing to shake their hand when that
time comes. But when that time comes for that worthy competitor does
defeat me for this championship, I really do hope they go to you and try to
explain to you what it really feels like to work hard and earn something like
this. Because God knows I’ve tried everything except caving your fucking
skull in to get that information through your damn head. And I am done trying to get it through your
head, Breegollum. Tonight is about
nothing less than making sure you never again get anywhere close to the SCW
United States championship.”
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