The Williams Legacy

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4/10/2019

Breakdown

On Camera

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Marie uses the ropes to get to her feet. Ruby clubs her in the back before hooking her. Ruby goes for a belly to back suplex, but Marie lands on her feet. She grabs at her ribs for a second as Ruby turns around. Marie leaps up and connects with a drop kick. Ruby hits the mat as Marie is shown climbing to her feet, nursing her ribs. Ruby gets to her feet and Marie charges and leaps, taking Ruby down with a blockbuster. Ruby hits the mat and rolls over onto her back. Marie charges to the ropes and leaps off of them connecting with Divine Impact. Marie hooks the leg.

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Ruby kicks out. Marie gets to her feet as Ruby is shown rolling over and slowly climbing to hers. Ruby gets to her feet and Marie clubs her in the back with a forearm, before hooking Ruby and connecting with Ave Maria. The crowd erupts as Marie reaches over and hooks the leg.

Knots: “Ave Marie!”

Sharper: “That has got to be it!”

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The ref calls for the bell as the crowd explodes. Marie rolls over and is shown smiling. The ref helps Marie to her feet, handing her the SCW Television Champion.

Phillips: “Ladies and gentlemen, here is your winner and new SCW Television Champion…Marie Jones!”

Marie shown lifting the championship above her head as she celebrates in the ring.

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4/10/2019

Breakdown

Off Camera

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The Crown Jewel goes to each corner, climbing the turnbuckles and raising the belt high above her head.  Some fans still doubt and do not cheer but there is a loud, vocal cheering from most of the fans now.  Cheering that she hasn’t heard in quite some time.   It’s funny, Jones didn’t think that she would ever miss the adulation and support of her fans.  But she did.  She really did miss it.

After stepping down off of the fourth turnbuckle, The Phoenix turns and exits the ring onto the apron and then hops down onto the floor.  Once again she raises her newly won title belt high over her head, gaining yet another round of applause from the fans.  She clutches in close to her chest.  Tears begin to stream down her face as she stares at the SCW Television Championship belt proudly.

Marie finally steps back through the curtain and walks through the ready area that leads to the backstage area as she walks the hall, searching for her dressing room.  She feels not only proud of her accomplishment but she also feels lucky; extremely lucky.  After being part of what amounted to an uprising started by Katya and Dark Fantasy, an uprising that was eventually put down once and for all at Retribution inside Tactical Warfare, Marie didn’t expect to get any further opportunities.

The Phoenix was on the losing side and expected serious repercussions from the winning side, namely Sasha, the daughter of Mr. D and who now would be in charge of managing operations in SCW from now on.  She expected the worst and braced for the worst.

Yet Sasha shocked her with an opportunity to compete for the SCW Television Championship.  Marie, not one to look a gift horse in the mouth, took full advantage of the opportunity and defeated Ruby to become the new SCW Television Champion.

She had beaten Ruby, Kimberly had beaten Scarlet, now they face The Red Empire, along with The Truelove Twins, in a tag match to determine new number one contenders for the SCW World Tag Team Championship.  It’s shocking, in a way.  Marie had turned her back on her fans, the locker room, and everything SCW, Sasha, and Mr. D stood for and yet Sasha has now granted Marie with an opportunity to potentially become a dual champion, if the stars were to align properly.

As wonderful as it is, it also makes her feel extremely guilty about siding with the enemy to begin with.  Guilt, though, can be dealt with later.  Perhaps back at the hotel room?  Not now.  Not here.  It’s time to leave, she realizes as she finally spots her dressing room up ahead.  Time to get changed out of her wrestling gear.  There’s no need for her stick around anyway…

…but then her entire world goes black.

“Guess who!”

Someone just blinded her by covering up her eyes.  Even if it wasn’t for the voice that she clearly recognizes, it wouldn’t be difficult to figure out that this individual who is playing games with her tonight is none other than…

“Kimberly!” Marie snaps back angrily. “Get your hands off me!”

“Only if you ask nicely!”

“Fine,” Marie sighs “PLEASE get your damn hands off me!”

Kimberly snickers as she removes her hands.  Marie turns around to face her identical twin sister Kimberly Williams.  It is almost like looking into a mirror, except for the fact that Kimberly is NOT in wrestling gear.  Instead she is wearing torn jeans, flip flops, and a t-shirt which reads ‘I Groped Mr. D’.

“I saw what ya did out there, sis!” Kimberly exclaims with glee…well, at least what a sociopath would consider ‘glee’ to be… “Congratulations!”

“Thanks, Kim.” Marie says, not even bothering to look at Kim.  She keeps staring down at the championship belt. “I couldn’t have done it without you, though.”

“No, wrong, incorrect!” Kim says, shaking her head vehemently. “You did that all on your own.  You didn’t need me and you sure as hell didn’t need Katya or the Pinky and the Brain rejects.  You never needed them.”

Kimberly pats the title belt that Marie now holds in her hands. “And this right there is evidence of it.”

“Still, I needed you to remind me of it.  I mean, I was being stubborn, bull headed, and…well…”

“You were being a Jones.” Kimberly announces with a wink. “You, me, our sister Jessica, even mom and aunt Kayla, we all have that old nasty stubborn streak.  You knew you were right and you refused to listen to reason.  That’s just a bad habit we all have.”

“You don’t.”

“No, but I was raised by a sociopath!” Kimberly exclaims with a wide grin. “Nature versus Nurture and all that shit.  You know?”

“Yeah, maybe.” Marie looks up at her identical twin sister and smiles. “Still, you helped.  In your own unique way, you helped.  I know I’ve said it before, but if I can do anything at all for you, anything to make up for dragging you into this crap that I got us into, just let me know.”

Kimberly shakes her head. “There’s nothing, Marie.  Nothing at all.  Nothing except one, small item and you already know what that is.”

“Dad.” Marie states, nodding her head with a sigh.

“That’s right.  He makes up half of who we are, Marie. You may not have cared to know much about him in the past, and I may not have cared, but I do now and I think we really ought to try to find out more about him.”

“Why do you insist on knowing about him, Kim?”

“I want to know what made him tick.  Because if I know what made him tick, then maybe I’ll have some insight into what makes me tick.”

“I remembered that you wanted some more information about dad.” Marie begins. “So I looked up that address I had for his sister.”

“Oh yeah!  You told me you knew where she was.”

“Used to be.” Marie rolls her eyes.

“What do you mean used to be?”

Marie nods her head. “They moved out of the Massachusetts area to Crescent City, California.”

“Wow, they moved all the way across the country.  What gives with that?”

“No clue.  But we are in the general area right now.  We could travel down south to Crescent City for a visit if you want before we have to go back up north for Tabula Rasa.”

The Woman Scorned grins wickedly. “You know I want to!”

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4/12/2019

Crescent City, California

Off Camera

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The house looked like a cut out from Architects Today magazine. It was beautiful. but not in the olde-worlde quaint kind of way I was usually drawn to. Everything was geometric, which I guess you could say about almost any pitched roof abode with square windows, but on this house you couldn't help but notice it.  The house was new. Very new. It looked like it had been finished last week. It looked almost too new in some strange way. It was as if it had rolled off a production line, but they had forgotten to apply the mandatory layer of color to it. The windows were huge and seemingly inspired by something truly alien. Anyone could see into the house from an uncomfortable distance. From here, she could see surfaces of white, glossy plastic that iced over the kitchen, granite enforced the walls in their straight, uninspired monotony. There wasn't a single square meter of organic material in sight. Not even a comforting wallpaper that imitated warmth in some way. Not even a plank of wood. The house, it seems, was a livable, modern mausoleum.  The roof was flat and there was no visible chimney. The front door was metallic and opened with both a key pad and biometric scanner and this is what peaks Kimberly’s curiosity the most.

“Oh it’s like a video game!  Or Terminator!” Kimberly announces excitedly. “If I press these buttons will Arnold pop out and say HASTA LA VISTA, BABY!”

Marie, who stands next to her identical twin sister in front of the door, rolls her eyes. “Kim, please try to compose yourself.  This is our aunt, after all.”

“Aunt Kayla is back in Massachusetts, Marie.  Probably getting screwed by Trenton.”

“Not THAT aunt!” Marie exclaims. “Our Aunt Catherine, Catherine Williams.  Dad’s sister.”

“Oh yeah, you told me about her on the way here.  Why are we here again?”

“You wanted to know about dad.” She motions to the front door. “Well here’s your chance.”

“Oh yeah, I forgot!” Kim says playfully. “You know me, I have short term memory loss.”

“No you don’t.” Marie rolls her eyes before ringing the doorbell. Kim and Marie wait patiently before ringing the bell a second time.  Eventually they hear an unlatching of the door from inside.  They wait patiently and expectantly until the door opens.  Standing there, waiting on them, is a brown haired woman who appears to be in her fifties.

“Hello?  May I help you two…” the woman arches her brows “…oh, identical twins. That’s lovely!”

“That’s what I think too,” Kim blurts out as she points to Marie “but she doesn’t agree.”

Marie sighs and rolls her eyes. “Uh, it’s me, Aunt Catherine. Do you remember me?  Marie Annabelle?”

“Annabelle?” Catherine narrows her eyes as she studies her niece intensely.  Then she steps back as a look of realization washes across her face. “Oh my!  Annabelle, it has been so long.”

“Too long, I know.”

Marie and Catherine embrace.  Kimberly folds her arms over her chest and pouts. “You never let me call you Annabelle.”

Marie chuckles as she and Catherine break the embrace. “Catherine, this is my identical twin sister.  Her name is Kimberly.  I don’t think you two ever met.”

“No, we haven’t.” Aunt Catherine steps forward and embraces Kimberly in the same almost motherly hug that she embraced Marie with.  Even though they’ve never met before, Kimberly still feels a sense of closeness and a special bond with this woman.  After breaking the embrace, Catherine motions for them to follow her inside.

“Come inside, ladies.  We have a lot of catching up to do.”

The walls are cream the floor is a dark walnut but not the laminate that was installed to withstand the abuse that children and dogs dish out. It's real wood. The room gives away more than she means it to. Over the mantle are pictures of a guy that looks just like her, a brother more than likely. Perhaps the brother that Marie knows exists, even if he may not be here this very moment. Unless he’s deceased; which is a distinct possibility.  If Sean Williams’ brother is, indeed, passed, that’s one less relative Kim and Marie have to learn from.

Every decoration is feminine, there are those ubiquitous statements of love and friendship engraved into plaques on the wall.  Otherwise the room is quite empty.  There is no television, no bookshelf, no dining table, only the chairs arranged around the bespoke fireplace which leaps with a gas flame.  Catherine leads Marie and Kim to those chairs and each of the three women take a seat around the fireplace.

“You have no idea how thrilled I am that you two came.” Catherine gushes with a wide grin on her face, a grin that may have to be surgically removed.

“We’re certainly glad to be here, Aunt Catherine.  And I hate that I haven’t been around much.  It’s just hard to find time.  You know?  The busy schedule of a professional wrestler.”

Marie feels somewhat guilty about this statement.  While it is partially true, her schedule is quite hectic, she knows that she is just using it as a crutch; a cop-out.  If she really had wanted to she could have made time in her schedule to visit with her father’s family.  The truth is, she grew more and more distant from them and cared less and less about them as time passed after her father’s death.  She really wouldn’t be here today were it not for Kimberly.  It’s her identical twin sister who wants to know more about their father’s family.  Maybe this is a blessing in disguise?

“I understand, Annabelle.” The use of the name ‘Annabelle’ garners a quiet snicker from Kimberly.  Marie subtly shoots her an angry look. “Like I said, I’m just glad you’re here.  I hope you plan to stay awhile.”

“We can stay for the day but by tomorrow we need to leave for Seattle.”

“That’s lovely.  It will be so good to finally catch up with you two.  Do you want me to get you anything to drink while we chat?”

“Nothing for me, thanks.” Marie answers.

“Motor oil for me!” Kimberly declares happily.  Catherine looks at her with confusion.  Marie rolls her eyes.

“Ignore her.  She just wants…” Marie sighs “...we both just want to know a little more about our father.”

“Ah yes, Sean.” Catherine rises from her chair and approaches the mantle. She reaches over and takes down the photo of herself and the other gentleman.  She clutches it close to her chest as she walks back over and sits back down.

“I miss Sean so much.  He lived an unfortunate life.  He was so…” Catherine pauses as if to search for the right word “…misunderstood.”

“Marie always says that about me!” Kimberly chimes in. “And I’m crazy!  Does that mean he was crazy too?”

“Kim!” Marie says in a scolding tone.

“It’s ok,” Catherine says with a light chuckle “let her have her fun.”

“What about dad, though?” Marie asks. “You said he lived an unfortunate life.  What does that mean?”

“Our parents had three children; myself, Sean, and Roger.  Roger was the oldest, followed by me, and then Sean was the youngest.”

“So you two probably bullied him and shit like that?” Kimberly asks with a wry grin.  Marie is worried that her twin sister’s constant spouting off of offensive phrases and lines will eventually offend their poor aunt.  Luckily, thus far, that has not proven to be the case.  Catherine chuckles again and shakes her head.

“Oh that was definitely not an issue, dear.  In fact, there was zero sibling rivalry to speak of.  The three of us got along wonderfully.”

“So what was the problem, if you don’t mind me asking?” Marie asks curiously.

“Our parents were very religious.  It was to the extent that they told us how to dress, not just how to act.  All three of us felt the squeeze from them and felt the need to lash out.  Sean and I managed to contain any urge to lash out…” she pauses, the older woman lets her voice trail off as she sighs deeply, almost with a hint of regret “…Roger was a different story.”

“Did Uncle Roger steal the infinity gauntlet and use it to wipe out half of all living things?”

“Kim!” Marie exclaims in a scolding tone.  Kimberly sticks her tongue out at her identical twin but Marie ignores it. “Seriously, what happened with Roger?”

“It started with Roger’s girlfriend.” Catherine begins. “Her name was Helen.  She was a very nice girl, Sean and I thought they were perfect for one another.  The thing is that Helen was a self-described Pagan.  You can imagine how well that would have gone over with our parents.”

“I bet they freaked out.”

“They would have been enraged.  It’s unclear whether or not he actually loved her of if he dated her simply because it would have been a rebellion against the strict religious upbringing of our parents.  Either way, Sean and I felt very loyal to our brother; that’s why Sean and I, along with Roger and Helen, agreed to keep their relationship secret from our parents.”

Marie and Kimberly exchange looks.  The same thought is going through both of their heads.  Neither can help but detect a sense of irony here.  The idea of loyalty to your family, loyalty to your siblings, has been a theme throughout the Jones family lately.  Marie and Kim’s mother, Angelica, has been battling with the idea of loyalty to Kayla Jones, Angelica’s sister.  Meanwhile Kimberly had been loyal to Marie during the entire terrible episode with Katya and Dark Fantasy.  Loyalty can be good thing or a bad thing.  It can be a double edged sword depending upon the situation.

“We had to know our little conspiracy wouldn’t last forever.” Catherine chuckles lightly. “One day our parents spotted Roger and Helen in a restaurant.  Of course they demanded to know who she was and while they were a little upset that he had been keeping this obvious secret from them, all he really had to do was lie.  If he had told them what they wanted to hear, that she was a good Christian girl, the kind they would have wanted her to date, then everything would have been fine.”

“I take it he didn’t do that.”

“Oh no, not Roger.” Catherine shakes her head. “He was a bit of a hothead.  He lost his temper and told them off. Told them everything about Helen.”

“What did your parents do?” Marie asks.

“They forbid him from seeing her ever again.  But how can they possibly enforce that when he had been keeping the relationship a secret from them for quite some time?  He kept seeing Helen.  But the thing about Roger is that he is more than just a hothead.  When you try to restrain him, when you try to set limits on what he can and  cannot do, he intentionally rebels, just out of spite.  Just because he can.  And he rebels to an extreme.”

“I don’t like the sound of that…” Marie states, her voice sounding nervous as it trails off.

“Me either.” Kimberly chimes in, sounding serious for the first time since her arrival.

“He…” tears form in Catherine’s eyes as she finds it difficult to recall her brother’s crime “…Roger raped a young girl.”

“Oh my God…” this hits home for Marie, who herself was a victim of this horrible crime.

“He threatened her against turning him in to the police.  When he found out that she did turn him anyway, he murdered her on top of it all.”

“Ok, beginning to think learning about my family wasn’t such a good idea.” Kimberly states. “Hell, at least I know I’m not the worst monster in the Williams clan.”

Marie ignores Kimberly’s comment as she continues to listen, on the edge of her seat, to her Aunt Catherine. “He was arrested, tried, and convicted.  He was old enough to be tried as an adult and currently serves a life sentence in prison.”

Catherine passes the picture over to Marie. “This is your Uncle Roger.”

Marie stares at the picture, a picture of her Uncle Roger Williams, a man who committed a horrible crime and who Marie hopes rots away in prison for the rest of his life.  She looks up back at Catherine.

“But Catherine, how does this relate to our father?”

“As you can imagine this crime scandalized our family.  People began to look at us differently, think about us differently.  Our parents, as religious as they were, they were horrified and they wanted to make certain that it never happened again with their other son.”

“What did they to our father?” Marie asks.

“They tried to force him into the priesthood.  Their logic was that as a priest number one he would have to be celibate and thus eliminates the possibility of sex crimes.”

“I guess they didn’t count on the whole sex scandals that have been cropped up lately, huh?” Kimberly asks.

“No, they didn’t.  The other reason they forced him into the priesthood was that they felt that if he served God for the rest of his life then that would somehow make up for his brother’s sins.”

“Sorry, Aunt Catherine, but your parents…our grandparents, I guess…were freaking insane.” Marie remarks.

“Yeah, that’s dumbass logic.  Roger did the crime, he does the time.” Kim pipes in, agreeing with her twin sister.

“Either way, he began his studies at a Catholic school, near the same time and near the same place as your mother when she served as a nun.”

“And the rest is history!” Kimberly exclaims playfully.  Marie rolls her eyes.

“In a way, yes.  I mean, they both knew that they had to observe their vow of celibacy. They both knew what they were doing was considered a sin in the Church.  But they didn’t care.  Love was all they cared about and they seemed to genuinely love one another.” She sighs and shakes her head.  “At least, your father loved your mother.  He was also smarter than his brother, Roger.  In way, he had to be smarter.  They were both under the watchful eye of the Church.  They met at night, always at night.  And one night, things went further than ever.”

“IT’S A GIRL!” Kimberly declares.  “TWINS!”

Again Marie rolls her eyes.  Catherine just chuckles. “Yes, that’s when your mother got pregnant. When Sean found out he was nervous at first but he contacted me and I convinced him that being a father would be a wonderful thing.”

“So he was going to quit the priesthood?”

“Yes.” Catherine nods her head. “He wasn’t sure what he would do as far as a job but he was prepared for anything, even if it was as menial as being a burger flipper at a McDonald’s, he wanted to support his family.  That’s the kind of person your father was.  He was willing to risk it all for you two and for Angelica.”

“So what happened that caused them to split?” Kimberly asks this, even though she has a halfway good idea what happened.  She knows what she’s been told by Angelica and she knows Emma Storm’s side of the story, Emma being the sociopath who raised her after she was born.  But she doesn’t know the Williams family side of the story.

“I’m not sure, to be perfectly honest.  All I was told was that Angelica gave up her children at birth.”

Marie and Kimberly again exchange a look.  They know what happened.  Emma convinced a young, naïve, and fearful Angelica to give up her children.  Emma convinced Angelica that it would be for the best, for her future with Sean and her future with the Church.  Marie ended up in foster care while Kimberly was spirited away by Emma herself.

“Sean was furious when he found out that he wasn’t going to be a father.” Catherine says in a sad tone.  “He became furious with Angelica; it was an anger I hadn’t seen since Roger.  And like Roger, he lashed out.  He tried to take out his aggression on Angelica.”

Catherine points at Marie. “But then you crept back up in their lives.  When Sean found out that you had resurfaced and Angelica was trying desperately to get custody of you, he decided to fight his battle with Angelica in court as opposed to physicality.  Instead of revenge he focused on his love for his daughter. He even became a police officer before taking classes to try to earn his law degree.  He eventually wanted to move on from law enforcement to defending those wrongly accused of crime.  He was a good man, Marie, and you helped change him for the better.”

Catherine sighs and smiles; it’s a forced smile but a smile nonetheless.  “Does that answer your question about your family, specifically about your father?”

“Yeah, yeah it does.” Kimberly nods her head as she still tries to take it all in.

“What about you, Annabelle?” Catherine asks, shooting Marie a curious gaze.

The Phoenix, however, isn’t quite sure what to make of all of this.  She feels guilty now, ashamed that she has been pushing her father’s family out of her life for so long.  He wasn’t as bad as she thought he was.  If Catherine is right, he was just misunderstood.  He lived through a series of unfortunate events that ended with Angelica Jones, Marie’s mother and Sean’s ex-girlfriend, ending his life.  And why?

Just so that Sean would never get custody of Marie.

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On Camera

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We open in front of an SCW logo.  “Haunted” by Taylor Swift plays in the background.  It isn’t long until Marie Annabelle Jones, The Phoenix herself, steps into the scene from stage left.  She is wearing a knee length black skirt, black high heeled patent leather pumps, and a black long sleeved sweater.  Her long red hair hangs unrestrained to shoulder length.  She has her newly won SCW Television Championship draped over her right shoulder.  Kimberly Williams then skips (yes, skips) happily (or is it crazily?) into the scene from stage right.  She is wearing torn denim jeans, flip flops, and a t-shirt that reads “Kimmy Is Gonna Grope You”.  Her long red hair hangs unrestrained to shoulder length.  The music slowly dies down until it is completely quiet.  Marie then pats the SCW Television Championship belt.

“Missing something, Ruby?” Marie asks sarcastically. “You sounded so damn smart, to the point of comparing yourself to that bitch Ravyn.  You said this was just a game?  You’re clearly losing this damn game.  You clearly suck at this damn game because look at where you are and where I am now.  And look at what I have.  I have the SCW Television Championship and you.”

Marie shakes her head. “You have nothing.  I did exactly what I said I would do.  I marched into Breakdown, I kicked your ass, and I took the title away from you.”

“That’s Twin Magic two,” Kimberly holds up two fingers “and Red Empire a big fat ZERO!”

The Woman Scorned forms a ‘zero’ with her fingers. “If you haven’t been keeping track, ladies and germs, we have OWNED your asses these past few weeks!  And I don’t mean literally owning your asses because I’m sure your fat asses are disgusting as shit.” Kimberly sticks her tongue out and pretends to gag. “What I mean is that every single time we have stepped foot into the ring against you two brain dead yahoos, we have slapped the shit out of you.”

“Oh no, Kim, don’t you get it?  Ruby says she’s very smart.  She probably let us win, right?” Marie chuckles.

“No, they can’t use that one.  Bree already used it.” Kimberly explains. “But seriously, I can’t wait to hear what excuses you two bimbos come up with for losing to us again and again and again.  I can’t wait to hear what kind of excuse you come up with for you consistently getting your asses handed to you by myself and Marie.”

The Woman Scorned turns to look at the SCW Television Champion. “See that, Marie.  That right there is what loyalty to Katya will get you.  You get beat up week in and week out, you lose again and again, and the only perk…if you can call it a perk…is that you get to kiss Katya and Dark Fantasy’s asses!”

“I am so glad you saved me from that, Kim.”

“I hate to say I told you so.”

“No, you don’t.” Marie shakes her head. “You love telling me that.”

“True.”

Marie smirks as she gazes back at the camera. “So here we go, Twin Magic and Red Empire round three.  And we’ve already beaten your ass twice.  Now I know at least one excuse you’re going to use.  This is different!  It’s a tag team match.”

The Phoenix shakes her head. “It doesn’t matter.  Singles or tag, we’ve owned you.  We’ve beaten both of you.  We’ve proven ourselves superior individually, together how can you possibly stop us?  It won’t happen.  We’re going to send you two packing back to Katya with yet another loss.”

“Speaking of Katya,” Kimberly begins “she thinks she can intimidate us?”

Kimberly giggles. “That’s adorable!  Little D Junior thinks that she can intimidate us!  Listen up your pathetic little weasel bitch, if I had wanted to I could’ve maimed you right then and there on Breakdown.  I could’ve turned your pretty little face into ground beef.  So you want to try me?  Go ahead.  Make my millennium!”

Williams points to Marie. “But she is far from having everything taken from her.  As a matter of fact, things are looking up for my sister.  She’s the new SCW Television Champion and after Tabula Rasa, we’ll have an opportunity to become the new SCW World Tag Team Champions.  I fully intend to do everything I can to make Marie Jones a dual champion.”

“I appreciate that, Kim,” Marie begins “but we can’t do that just by slapping Scarlet and Ruby silly.  We have the Truelove Twins to worry about.”

“London and Paris!” Kimberly jumps up and down, clapping her hands excitedly. “I can’t WAIT to go to London and see Big Ben or to Paris and see the Eiffel Tower or…”

“Wrong London and Paris.”

“Oh…” Kimberly stops jumping.  She looks clearly disappointed.

“Trueloves, I actually agree that this opportunity is a long time coming for you.  You’re both talented, you’re a great tag team, and anyone who says otherwise is foolish.  You nearly went the distance in the tag team chamber back at Under Attack.”

“But girls, this isn’t Family Feud and The Red Empire sure as hell aren’t Steve Harvey.” Kimberly states. “Although Ruby does kinda look like him in the face.  And we don’t need a Beauty Factory to back us up.  Marie and I just need each other.  That’s it.  Together we can conquer anyone and anything. Together we can overcome any challenge.  And together, at Tabula Rasa, we’re going to be the super set of twins.  We’re going to be the superior tag team.  And together we’re going to become number one contenders.”