Painful Past

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Off Camera

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The thunder booms loudly out in the dark of night on the outskirts of Boston, Massachusetts.  The noise is ominous, seeming to signal the coming arrival of a storm.  The lightning arrives shortly thereafter and it illuminates the sky, showing us what appears to be an old abandoned house.  The abandoned house shuddered up on a hill felt so alone and so empty.  It had been long since the house had heard the laughter of a child or the coolness of fresh paint or the fragrance of Sunday dinner.  The house hadn’t been lived in for well over sixteen years.  The windows were caked in grime and, for the most part, boarded up, leaving only the slimmest of slithers to view inside.  But that won’t stop the woman who stands just outside of her parked 2016 Ford Fusion not too far away.

She looked like she came from an underground concert from the nineties.  Worn and torn jeans covered her legs, an old faded Metallica shirt clad her torso.  Her laced up calf boots were caked with dried and harden mud.  Dark circles laid beneath her cold eyes, dark kohl eyeliner lined her upper lids, which was smudged from either sleep or rubbing her eyes.  A vapid sneer is etched across her face.

This woman is Kimberly Williams.  She is the identical twin sister of Marie Annabelle Jones.  They were separated at birth and didn’t even rediscover one another until six years ago in the Global Division of Wrestling.  While Marie was raised by their birth mother, Angelica Jones, Kimberly Williams ended up raised by a rich, powerful sociopath named Emma Storm.  Emma, a social rival of Angelica’s always wanted a child of her own and at the same time also wanted to hurt Angelica.  It seemed natural for the sociopath to use her wealth and power to take Kimberly from Angelica.

During Kimberly’s formative years she would have lies drilled into her head about Marie and her true birthmother Angelica Jones.  Kimberly would also be slowly and methodically molded into a monster, a weapon even.  Now at present day Kimberly is easily more of a sociopath than Emma ever was.  Emma managed to manipulate Kimberly into becoming a pro-wrestler with the goal of trying to destroy the Jones family.  But Emma’s plans backfired, for Kimberly eventually learned the truth about who she was, she turned on Emma and began to exact her own brand of revenge.  Emma wanted to manipulate Kimberly into destroying Kimberly’s mother, so Kimberly would destroy Emma.

The destruction would begin when Kimberly bankrupted Emma.  It was quite easy to do.  Emma grew to trust Kimberly and allowed her name to be on her bank account.  Kimberly used the access to wipe out her accounts.

Emma, knowing that her former “daughter” was now hunting her, decided to go into hiding.  Kimberly never forgot and she never stopped hunting for her.  Recently, though, Emma has resurfaced.

Kimberly steps away from the vehicle and walks up towards the spooky, abandoned house.  The sociopathic beauty steps up to the front door and turns the knob.  It turns easily, giving  Williams access to whatever may be found inside.

She enters and shuts the door.  Immediately a loud ringing is heard.  Kimberly rolls her eyes.

“Oh for fuck’s sake!”

Kim reaches into her pocket and produces an Apple iPhone 6s.  The ringing is clearly from her phone.  She presses the screen and then puts the phone to her ear as the ringing stops.

“Yeah, Marie, what do ya need?”

She sighs.

“Really?  Now?  I’m kind of busy!”

Kimberly waits and again rolls her eyes.

“Fine…hold on, let me put you on speaker.  I don’t want this stupid thing on my ear the whole time if this is gonna take awhile.”

Kimberly removes the phone from her ear and presses another button.  She then holds it in right hand by her side.

“Alright, what’s up, sis?  Let’s get on with it.”

“Get on with it?  Why are you in such a hurry?”

“I’m busy.”

“We’re just going to have a chat about something, Kim.  What are you so busy with that this simple phone call is going to hamper you?”

“Well I kidnapped someone and I currently have them in my basement.  I’d really like to get down there and torture them but you’re keeping me from my torturing fun.”

There is a long pause.  Marie can’t see the smirk on Kim’s face but Kim can definitely hear the laughter from Marie on the other end.

“Kimmie, seriously, you can knock off the dumb jokes!”

Kimberly giggles a little as well.

“Ok, right, sorry!  I was out a little later than usual.  I just got home, I’m tired.”

“So this great big thing you need to do is sleep?”

“Yeah, pretty much.”

“Whatever.  Look, Kim, I got a job for you; a job I think you’ll enjoy.”

Kim’s eyes grow wide, primarily out of curiosity.

“Oh?”

“How would you like to compete in the big leagues, sis?”

“I don’t know, seeing as you are the SCW cheerleader, I assume you are referring to Supreme Championship Wrestling.  But little old me, I’m the UWA World Tag Team Champion.  Wouldn’t that be scandalous?”

“Since when did you care about being scandalous?”

“Good point.  What do you need me to do in SCW?”

“December 31^st is New Year’s Eve.  It’s also SCW’s End of the Year Special.  They’re going to have an End of the Year Open Invitational.  Anyone can enter.”

Kimberly grins knowingly.

“Anyone?”

“Yes, anyone!  Winner gets a new car, two hundred fifty thousand dollars, and a shot at the SCW Television Championship.”

“And let me guess, you want me to enter and help YOU win?”

“Kim, I want ONE OF US to win it all!  And then, as long as ONE OF US wins it all, you can have the money and the car, I just want the Television title shot.”

Kimberly scratches her chin.

“Hmmmm, well, I wouldn’t mind a car, and all that money could buy lots of naughty things on the black market.”

“Kimberly, I really don’t care HOW you use the money.  I just want that title shot.”

“Then find some room in your trophy case for the SCW Television Championship because I’m totally in, babe!  One of us will win that Open Invitational!  I promise you that!”

“Great!  I knew I could count on you, Kim.”

“Well hell, considering my tag partner and bestie Sophie pop up in that tag team turmoil at Hell Hath No Fury, I just can’t let her have all the fun!  Ginger Nation!”

Laughing from Marie is heard from the other end.

“Yeah, that’s right, Ginger Nation!”

“Is that all, sis?”

“Yeah, pretty much.”

“Excellent.  Take care.”

“Bye.”

Kimberly hangs up the phone and places it back in her pocket.

“Now where was I before I was so rudely interrupted?”

A knowing grin forms on her face.

“Oh yeah!”

Kimberly turns and walks towards a set of stairs.  But she doesn’t go up the stairs. Instead she walks down the hall, by the side of the stairwell.  She stops and turns and she finds a door.  Kimberly opens this door and it leads to another set of stairs, this one that leads down into the basement.  Kimberly starts down the stairs, singing as she goes…

“Hi Ho!  Hi Ho!  It’s off to work I go!”

Williams makes it down to the bottom of the stairs.  The basement is pitch black darkness.  Nothing can be seen. Kimberly reaches over and flips a switch, turning on the lights in this basement.  An evil smirk is written across her face as she stares at the form, a female figure, chained down to the floor in the center of the room.  Her clothes are torn and tattered.  Bruises are all over her body, as well as a few dried up wounds.

This is Emma Storm.

“Honey!  I’m home!”

“Oh God no, please!  No more, please…please don’t…”

Kimberly walks over to Emma, kneels down, and gazes deep into her eyes.

“Please don’t what...’mom’?  Don’t kill you?  Because I’m not going to kill you.”

Kimberly laughs nastily.

“Oh why would I kill my favorite toy!”

“Toy?”

“Yes, that’s what I said.  Toy.”

She grabs Emma by her hair and pulls it hard.

“You lied to me.  All my life you lied to me, making me think I was your daughter.  But you were so stupid that you thought I wouldn’t learn the truth for myself, that I had a twin sister and that the woman you wanted me to destroy, Angelica, was actually my mother!”

“You don’t…understand…”

“I UNDERSTAND PERFECTLY!”

After shouting at Emma, Kimberly throws her head down onto the hard concrete floor.  Surprisingly, Emma isn’t knocked out.  But blood does slowly start to trickle down from her forehead as she turns to look back at Kimberly.

“I understand that you thought of me as some dumb child.  Ok then!  I’m a child…”

Kimberly reaches out and touches Emma on her nose.

“…and YOU are my toy!  Children play with their toys so long as they are entertained.  And Emma, let me tell you, you really do entertain me!”

Kim leans over and licks the blood off of Emma’s forehead.

“And you taste good too, sweetie!”

“You’re crazy!”

Kimberly snickers.

“Crazy?  Funny, you made me like this, Emma.  I am a product of YOUR creation!  I am the weapon you created to use against my own mother, Angelica Jones, and now you’re upset that your precious weapon has been turned against you?  It’s like playing with daddy’s gun.  You only have your own damn self to blame because you played with fire and got burned.”

“Just get it over with already.”

Kimberly frowns.

“What?”

“Get it over with.  Just kill me.  That’s your sick end game, isn’t it?”

Kimberly chuckles as she stands back up.

“Yes, I will kill you, but had you been paying even the least bit of attention then you would know that today is not the day I kill you, in fact, it probably won’t come for a long time yet.”

“Why?!”

Kimberly chuckles lightly.

“Because, sweet Emma, I am enjoying this way too much and I will keep you alive until I no longer get joy out of this. The day I get bored with you is the day I kill you.”

“You…you’re sick!  You’re twisted!”

“And I have YOU to thank for that!”

Kimberly bends over and picks up something from the floor.  It’s a cat o’nine tails.  She smirks as she playfully waves the cat around.

“Regan wants to play!”

Emma shakes her head vehemently with fear in her eyes as Kimberly playfully brandishes Regan.  She named the cat o’nine tails Regan after Regan Street, the “HellCat” who Kim has had a social media war with in the past.  Kimberly rears back and brings the whip down across Emma’s back.

“AAAAAAAARRRRRGH!”

“One for the money…”

She brings it down across her back a second time.

“NOOOOOO!  ARGH!”

“Two for the show!”

She brings it down across her back a third time.

“AAAAAAARRRRGH!”

“Three to get ready…”

She brings it down across her back a fourth time.

“NO NO!  ARGH!!!”

“…now go cat go!”

Kimberly hops up and jumps playfully around Emma, who writhes in pain on the ground.

“Irish eyes are smiling!  LaLaLaLaLa!”

She stops jumping and singing long enough to viciously kick Emma in her ribcage as hard as she can.  Kimberly cocks her head to one side and sneers down at her victim.

“Looks like I have a match to prepare for, Emma.  Lucky you, because that means you won’t be seeing me for awhile.  Except to feed your ungrateful ass.  Our playtime will pick up after I have my fun in the SCW Open Invitational!”

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On Camera

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Our scene rises in shades of red. We see Kimberly Williams standing in front of a red hued UWA logo backdrop.  The UWA World Tag Team Championship belt is draped across her right shoulder.

“My name is Kimberly Williams, identical twin sister of Marie Annabelle Jones, daughter of Angelica Jones and a dead piece of worm shit named Sean Williams.  I am one half of the UWA World Tag Team Champions with my bestest buddy in the whole wide universe Sophie James…”

She playfully waves at the camera.

“Hi, Sophie!  You should enter too!  It’ll be awesome!”

She snickers.

“Now before I begin, I have just one thing to say right here and right now to all of you listening…”

She jumps up and down and shouts in a sing-song voice.

“I’m first! I’m first! I’m first! My promo aired first!  Eat that, bitches!”

Slowly Kimberly does calm down and she stops her jumping and singing long enough to attempt some semblance of a serious promo.

“You already got to know my sister quite well.  She’s none too happy with her status in the UWA right now.  She doesn’t think David Helms has been treating her fairly.  And I think she raises a few good points.  But I think the biggest concern regarding Helmsy is that he clearly doesn’t have as much BANG as he’d lead us to believe.  That’s clearly why Regan Street is pissed off all the time.”

Kimberly places her hands on her cheeks and feigns confusion.

“Oh but I thought I was hiding in UWA because I was afraid to go to SCW?”

She removes her hands from her cheeks and shakes her head.

“I don’t hide but I am an opportunist.  I wait until the right opportunity presents itself and as you can see I am here, in SCW, ready to compete, because the right opportunity has arrived in the form of the End of the Year Special’s Open Invitational.”

She cackles almost like an evil witch.

“I’ve done my homework…even though I HATE homework…and I know that the Open Invitational is perfect for me!  Chaos reigns supreme in the open invitational and only the strongest…”

She touches her own head.

“…or in this case the most psychotic will survive the mayhem.  And what you get when you face me is the ultimate mayhem.  I didn’t get the same loving upbringing as my sister.  That’s what makes Marie normal.  You may not like her for how she chooses to do business, you may not like her for how she chooses to win her matches, but she’s a damn better human being than me.  That also makes me a more effective weapon.  A gun or a knife is not prejudiced or discriminatory.  A gun will kill white people just as quickly as it’ll kill black people just as quickly as it’ll kill men just as quickly as it’ll kill women and so on and so forth.”

She shakes her head.

“I don’t care who you are, if you get in my way you’re going to get hurt, because I enjoy hurting people.  That’s the only reason I’m in this thing.  My sweet sister told me about this opportunity and I jumped at the chance, not because I want the money…or the car…or even the title shot…”

Kimberly laughs nastily.

“…I don’t want nor do I need any of it.  I’m just in this for the chance to hurt people.  Hopefully Marie will win it all.  If I win it and not her, then I’ll just give her that TV Title shot.  The SCW Television Championship isn’t as important to me as the mere chance to hurt people in the invitational on New Year’s Eve.”

She grins knowingly.

“Sooooooo Mr. ABCDEFG, I hope SCW has some damn good insurance, your roster will need it!”

Again Kimberly starts to sing.

“Should old Kimberly be forgot, and never fought upon; the flames of war extinguished, and fully asses kicked!  Has thy skull been cracked that hateful head of yours; that thou canst never once reflect an old long syne!”

She takes a bow.

“See you on New Year’s Eve, boys and girls!  Prepare to be scorned!”