Kimberly Williams

========== January 16 th , 2019 Off Camera ========== The Sleep Train Arena is bustling with action and excitement as Breakdown is coming to a close.   The night was capped off with a massive brawl between allies of Katya and allies of Sasha as tensions continued to mount heading into Making Things Right, a night that would decide the balance of power in Supreme Championship Wrestling.   Kimberly Williams, though, has no dog in this fight.   Her night at Making Things Right involves a battle royal to determine a number one contender to the Adrenaline Championship; a title held by Ravyn Taylor, an ally of Kim’s identical twin sister Marie Jones. Kimberly doesn’t know what her sister expects of her in this battle royal.   Does she try to win or just try to eliminate potential threats to Ravyn?   Secondly, if she does win, does she try to defeat Ravyn or just let Ravyn win?   Kimberly isn’t quite sure what her sister is thinking nowadays. ...

========== Off Camera ========== 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 un-trodden 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...

========== Off Camera ========== Kimberly Williams walked past the heavy gates and closed so no one would suspect that she has entered this place. If you do not have anyone to mourn upon, you must not disturb the peace that hovers above the death bed of many or you will be haunted but she did not care, as if they would do any harm to her.   The sun was sinking fast below the horizons, giving her hair more reddish hue. Gravestones lined the eerie graveyard, some recently placed, whereas others, cracked and crumbling. Mold covered the engravings dedicated to the dead, trees leaning towards the stones, branches reaching out to each other. Spiked, black fences surrounded the graveyard almost like it was a prison. The smell of old stone filled the dry air, weeds covering the graves of the dead, loved ones long since stopped visiting. Gravel paths weave through the maze of graves, allowing passersby to pay their respects to the people lined up in the earth’s embrace. ...