Post by matt on Sept 25, 2021 4:38:22 GMT -6
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Sorinah Floreschu is a Romanian woman who at one time served as the manager of Jessica Lasiewicz as well as Kimberly Williams. Sorinah’s sister, Emma, was also the woman who raised Kimberly Williams from birth. The fact that Emma herself was a sociopath is what made Kimberly into the twisted individual she is today. Sorinah had wanted to manage both Jessica and Kimberly’s careers to success, as a way of making amends for the mistakes she made in both of their lives. Jessica did not trust Floreschu whereas Kim was willing to give her a chance. This had always been a contentious point for the sisters and perhaps this is why Jessica has chosen to abandon Sorinah altogether.
Nevertheless, this means that Kimberly at least still has Sorinah Floreschu in her life; but for how much longer? This question and other doubts do not seem to bother The Woman Scorned in the least. In fact, the way she is happily skipping up the sidewalk towards apartment where her agent stays seems to indicate that Williams is in a great place right now. She seems happy and content. But as most know, Kimberly is very good at putting on a front. Very few are able to read her and know her true feelings.
The eccentric ginger approaches the front door. She knocks hard three times. “POLICE! OPEN UP! WE HAVE THE PLACE SURROUNDED!” Kimberly giggles uncontrollably. “Ok, it may not be the police, but I do have the place surrounded!”
The Woman Scorned waits patiently for an answer. A few moments pass and then she hears the door lock unlatching. Kim steps back and watches as the door opens. She spots Sorinah Floreschu standing there in the doorway in a forest green dress with half-sleeves. She looks at Kimberly and frowns. “You are late, my dear. This is unlike you.”
“Eh, what can I say? Traffic was a bitch. That and I had to make myself look nice for my date with you tonight!”
“This isn’t a date. We are having an important meeting to discuss your future in professional wrestling.”
“A meeting? Well poo! I got all dolled up for nothing!” Kimberly spins around, showing off her stylish white dress and black blazer. “What do ya think?”
“It looks…” Sorinah is at a loss for words “...it looks fabulous on you, Ms. Williams. I must say that this is unusual for you. You do not typically dress up.”
“You’re right but I found this old thing in my closet and decided, why not? I haven’t wore it ages. Hell, I don’t think I have ever worn it. I mean, it wasn’t even mine. It used to be my mom’s...excuse me, FOSTER-mom’s outfit.”
Sorinah’s eyes grow slightly wide at the mention of Emma, Sorinah’s sister. “That outfit belonged to my sister?”
“Uh-huh…” Kimberly says, nodding her head.
“Did she give it to you?”
“Maybe. I was her favorite child.” Kimberly rolls her eyes. “Only child. But hey, why split hairs?”
Sorinah stares at Kimberly for a moment. Looking at the eccentric ginger is strange. It is almost like looking at a younger version of her now deceased sister Emma. Sorinah sighs and shakes it off. She motions for Kimberly to follow her inside the apartment.
“Come, we have much to discuss.”
“I love discussions!” Kimberly skips happily into the apartment, following Sorinah down a hall and into a small room with an office desk and chair. Kimberly bounds ahead in front of Sorinah and sits down at the desk, presumably Sorinah’s desk and chair. Sorinah sighs with frustration and places her hands on her hips.
“That’s my chair, Ms. Williams.”
“Possession is nine-tenths of the law.”
“Please, Ms. Williams, we have much to do this evening. We cannot waste time with games.”
“We’re not wasting time. At least I’m not, I’m having fun.”
Sorinah rolls her eyes as her frustration builds. “Kimberly, please…”
“Oh just sit down in one of your other chairs, Sorry!”
“My name is Sorinah.”
“Sorry Sorinah…” Williams giggles “...see what I did there?”
“Yes. And it is still not funny.”
“Oh quit being a party pooper. I know what will cheer you up. Alcohol!” Before Sorinah can say anything in protest Kimberly ducks her head underneath the desk and starts rifling through her things. “If you are anything like your sister then you probably keep some of your best stuff in here.”
“Ms. Williams, please sto…”
“Ah-ha!” Kimberly shouts with victory as she produces a bottle of vodka and a bottle of wine. “Like any good Eastern European you probably enjoy a good bottle of vodka, so you drink up on that while I enjoy some wine!”
Sorinah rolls her eyes, still frustrated with Kim’s actions and antics, but nods her head. “I suppose some drinks won’t hurt. I shall get us some glasses.”
“None for me, thanks!” Kimberly says as she tilts the bottle of wine up and starts drinking it straight out of the bottle. Sorinah sighs as she gets up and walks over towards another, smaller table. She reaches inside and produces a smaller glass. She brings it over to the desk and pours some of the vodka into it. Sorinah sits back down and stares into Kim’s eyes.
“Now, can we please get down to business?”
“Of course!”
“Good. Now then, the recent departure of your sister obviously puts a damper on my plans. I had high hopes of guiding the two of you to the Tag Team Championship somewhere. But with her gone that will not happen.”
“Well Jess prefers to work with Summer [Collins] anyway. But don’t poo-poo the tag titles away now, Sorry. There are plenty of peeps on the roster who I can get along with. Datura and I are now besties after we ass-stapled each other. Once she heals up we could be a team. Or there’s Asher. I mean, I stapled his chest once…wanna hear the story?”
Sorinah shakes her head with a look of disgust written across her face. “No…”
“Your loss. Oh and I could team with Nicole! I’m sure there’s at least one person in that head of hers I can relate to! I could dye my hair blonde and be Holly’s mean girl goon…or Karen Eldon’s mean girl goon...or...”
“Kimberly, you are far too talented to be someone’s ‘goon’, you have the potential to be a mega star. Think of the accomplishments you have earned ON YOUR OWN. You were the SWC Southern Heavyweight Champion, the MWA Turmoil Champion, a two time HKW Bloodlust Champion, MWE Chicago Way Champion, and in SCW you are a former SCW United States Champion. With my guidance you can go far as a singles competitor,, just your mother.”
“Emma?” Kimberly snickers. “She went six feet far into a hole.”
“I do not refer to your foster mother. I mean your REAL mother, Angelica Jones, the thirteen time former World Champion.”
Kimberly sighs and shakes her head. She tilts the wine bottle back and chugs some more before dropping it down to the table. “Look, I appreciate the sentiment, I really do, but just because I am a Jones does not mean I am like a Jones. My mom obsessed with being champion. Being champion was her entire life and that obsession nearly killed her. She passed that same obsession with being champion onto Marie and it nearly killed her too.”
“But what about your other sister, Jessica? Do you feel she obsessed over it too?”
“Jessica’s obsession over championships was a healthy obsession. She always remained grounded. That’s in large part to her father. He helped her realize that winning by any means necessary doesn’t mean trying to kill someone or end their damn career just to get some gold trinket. Angelica never could figure that out.” Kim stares at Sorinah. A sinister smile crosses Kimberly’s face. “You know how dangerous I am. Do you really want me to obsess like that, do you really want me to collect gold trinkets by any means necessary? Because I’m not sure you or anyone else in SCW, GCW, or MWE knows what I am truly capable of.”
The coldness and evil tone in the voice of the eccentric ginger frightens Sorinah. Still, this is Kimberly. Sorinah trusts her and just shrugs it off. “Fair enough. But if you are not in this to be a champion then why are you in this business?”
“You should know the answer to that one.” Kim snickers. “Your sister is the reason I’m in this business in the first place. She trained me, she gave me all sorts of deadly skills and abilities, and while she was training me to be a living weapon, she was also putting these crazy notions in my head that my family had abandoned me and that they deserved to be punished. So do the math, Sorry, I started as a wrestler because combat sports is the one place where I could legally assault my family and get away with it. I could make them suffer career ending injuries...or worse...and get away with it.” Williams points an accusatory finger at Sorinah. “YOUR sister did that!”
Kim chuckles nastily. “But I am in a much better place with my family now. I have made peace with my twin sister Marie, I made peace with my mother, and even Jessica, who for the longest time refused to trust me, now trusts me with her own life.” Kim shrugs her shoulders. “I really do not know where I go from here.”
“And that’s why you need me.”
“Why do I need you?” Kimberly responds with an almost hateful growl.
“Because you need guida...gui…” Sorinah places a hand upon her head. Clearly she is feeling ill. She tries to stand up but her legs are not under her. She has to put a hand on the chair to brace herself. “...I feel sick…”
“You’re sick? Why are you…” Kimberly snaps her fingers, as if a lightbulb just went off in her head “...oh that’s right! The drugs in your drink must be kicking in right about now!”
Sorinah’s eyesight is beginning to get fuzzy but she can see Kimberly rising up out of her chair. Sorinah turns to try and get away but the moment she lets go of the chair that was bracing her up she falls over onto the floor. She can hear Kimberly cackling in the background. Williams kneels down and whispers into her ear.
“Don’t worry, everything is going to be fine.” The Woman Scorned laughs nastily. “We are going to have fun, Sorinah.”
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Describing Kimberly Williams as dangerous or deadly would be an understatement. The true depths of how dangerous she can be has never been explored because throughout her life she has always had someone to restrain or control her. Initially it was her foster mother, Emma Storm Floreschu. Later on it would become her biological family in the form of first her identical twin sister Marie Jones and then later on her half-sister Jessica Lasiewicz. Finally it would be Sorinah Floreschu, Emma’s sister, who would come into Kimberly’s life and try her hand at giving her stability and guidance.
Those who attempt to control The Woman Scorned do so at their own peril. Most of the time they fail to realize that the eccentric and dangerous ginger trusts very few people. In fact, the number of people she actually trusts can probably be counted on one hand. Earning the trust of Kimberly Williams is the first step towards getting her to listen and obey. Sorinah thought that she had earned Kimberly’s trust. She thought that she could give Williams the guidance that she needed. Unfortunately for Sorinah, it was all a ruse. Kimberly never trusted her but Sorinah did trust Kimberly and that was a critical mistake made by the Romanian, who now finds herself captured and detained in the wilderness of Massachusetts.
Well, Sorinah believes that she is still in Massachusetts. The truth is that she really has no way of knowing where she is. She was drugged by The Woman Scorned and blacked out. When Sorinah came to, she was here. Currently she is chained up inside of a dirty, run down, tore up shack, a shack that does not appear to be safe in the very least. It is a shack that appears as if it could come apart at any moment; definitely not put together very well. Sorinah cannot see much else outside of the shack but what she has managed to see of the outside world does look vaguely familiar, and that familiarity is what makes her believe that Kimberly has kept her in Massachusetts.
Sorinah knows what Kimberly is doing to her; it is the type of sociopathic strategy that Sorinah’s own sister would utilize. Sorinah is being kept isolated from the rest of the world. The only time she has any human interaction is when Kimberly stops in to drop off food and drinks to sustain Sorinah for a few more days or weeks. Instead of killing her outright, Kimberly apparently wants to torture Sorinah mentally and emotionally first. Being isolated like this is a big part of the mental and emotional torture. What Sorinah doesn’t understand is why? What provoked Kimberly into doing this?
Floreschu can hear twigs snapping and leaves rustling as footsteps indicating the arrival of Kimberly Williams herself. It can be no one else. No one else knows she is here. Sorinah watches the front door closely. It swings open and The Woman Scorned comes walking in carrying several bags of groceries.
“Mommy’s home!” Kimberly declares in an overly jovial voice as she tosses the grocery bags onto the floor at Sorinah’s feet. “There you go, Sorry! This should keep you going for another few weeks!”
“This is torture.”
“Is it? Could’ve fooled me. I mean, I thought you and your sister knew all about how to survive off the grid on just the bare essentials.” A nasty laugh escapes Kimberly Williams as she sits down next to the chained up Sorinah and wraps an arm around her shoulders. “Yep, Emma told me all the stories about your parents had to struggle to survive during the communist dominated rule in Romania. She told me all about to go under the radar, how to go unnoticed, and how to survive without anyone ever knowing where you are. So have no fears, Sorry, I will make sure that you survive out here in the wilderness and I will also make sure that no one ever finds you.”
Kimberly plants a kiss on her cheek and then stands up. Sorinah sighs. “Where am I?”
“Spoilers.”
“Kimberly, please!” Sorinah says pleadingly. “You said it yourself, you have made it so that no one can find me.” She pulls at the chains keeping her attached to the wall. “And obviously I cannot escape. So I think you can safely tell me where I am.”
“But I don’t like giving away surprises!” Kimberly chuckles. “Oh well, I suppose I can let you in on that secret. It isn’t like you’re going anywhere.” Williams kicks at her chains. “Although I gotta admit, I would think that you would have figured it out by now. I mean, sure, the shack is different cause I had to rebuild it all by my lonesome.” Williams scratches her chin as if pondering something. “And that’s probably why it looks like shit. But I promise it will not collapse in on you, Sorry. At least I don’t think it will.” Williams laughs.
“Just tell me where I am!”
“So impatient.” Kimberly sticks her tongue out at the Romanian. “But yes, we are in a familiar place. See, I did build this little rough shack, this run down piece of crap, and I chose this specific spot because of nostalgia. This was the spot of the original cabin where your sister Emma kept me and raised me off the grid. This is the place where she twisted me and corrupted me. This is where I ultimately killed your sister and then burned everything to the ground.”
The Romanian can begin to sense where this all leading and it doesn’t look good. Sorinah steels herself and nods her head, preparing for the worst. “I suppose it is poetic. My sister created you here, you destroyed my sister here, now you will destroy me here as well.”
“Destroy you? Why would I do that?” Kimberly pauses for a moment and then giggles. “Oh yeah! I forgot! Because that’s what I do! But that’s not what I am going to do to you.”
“Then why did you do this?!” Sorinah is growing more agitated, with a mix of fear and anxiousness. “I was good to you, Kim! Why did you take me and put me here? Why are you torturing me?”
“Now that is a good question!” Kimberly sits back down on the dirty floor of the shack next to Sorinah. “Most of the time I have no rhyme or reason behind what I do. This time is different. There is a very good reason I drugged you and brought you out here to rot. And I could sum it up with one of those nice little internet memes that have been moving around social media these days. The Fast and Furious one about family? I can see picture Dom right now saying ‘who needs sanity when you have family’...and that is kind of how I feel right now? Why do I need sanity when I have family?”
Kimberly leans over and whispers menacingly into Sorinah’s ear. “I would do anything for my family. My twin sister Marie was once involved with an abusive drunk named Damian. She got away from that relationship but he returned shortly after Marie’s husband had died. He tried to convince her that he had changed. He tried to worm his way back into his heart. Damian thought he had succeeded when Marie agreed to go out on a date with him. Unfortunately it wasn’t Damian who agreed to go out on a date with him. It was me, pretending to be Marie. And I took that opportunity to slice his throat open with a shard of broken glass. I didn’t want the abusive prick to get another chance to hurt my sister. And Marie is still blissfully unaware of it. That is the kind of thing I am willing to do for my family.”
Kim taps Sorinah on her nose. “Now I look at you and I recall what your family did to me. Your sister took me from my mother’s arms at birth. Had I been allowed to be raised by my biological mother I could have ended up as sweet as Marie or as just as Jessica but instead of that loving kindness, I was turned into a psychotic monster thanks to your sister. Everything I have done, all of the blood and carnage that is on my hands is actually on your sister’s hands because she created me. But I’m not just doing this for selfish reasons. See, your sister isn’t the only one with a reputation of playing mind games with people. I recall very vividly what you did to Jessica. Jessica is a strong woman, very strong mentally and emotionally, and yet you somehow managed to get through to her psyche. She will never admit it but you broke her and she is scared of you because of it.” Williams shakes her head.
“I will not give you the chance to hurt Jessica again.”
“I did not intend to hurt Jessica!” Sorinah says pleadingly, trying to convince Kimberly hoping that the deranged ginger will have mercy. “I know what I did was wrong and thus my intentions were to make up for my crimes!”
“If you really wanted to atone for your past then the best thing you could have done was to stay out of our lives. But you just had to come back. And you had to involve me on top of all that! I gotta admit, Sorry, that was gutsy...or stupid..not sure which.”
Floreschu sighs as she begins to realize, grimly, that there may be no talking her way out of this. “What are you going to do to me?”
“Honestly?” Kim shrugs her shoulders. “I’m just not sure yet. See, I don’t make plans. I simply do things and see what happens. Sometimes what I do works out and it ends up great. Sometimes it doesn’t work out. Either way it is good for a few dozen laughs!”
“I fail to see the humor in this.” Sorinah says in a low growl. Kimberly rubs her on top of the head.
“It’s too early yet. There’s plenty more surprises still to come. But I will let you in on one secret right now; I have been planning this for a very long time. In fact, I have been planning from the moment you came back and revealed yourself to me and Jessica. Jessica did not trust you, and justifiably so, but I had your back. I fought for you and defended you, convincing her to give you a chance. I only did that to earn your trust. I needed you to trust me entirely. After I earned your trust I managed to get even more than your trust. I manipulated you into viewing me as more than just your client. But as a niece. After all, your sister viewed me as her daughter. Once that happened I just needed two things to happen.” Kimberly holds up one finger.
“First, I needed to wait until Jess grew tired of you and abandoned you. I knew as long as we tied at the hip she would try and stop me from what I plan to do to you. So I needed her gone.” Williams holds up a second finger. “And second, I needed you to officially make me your heir. And you did that. You trusted me so much that you put me in charge of your estate. I have control of your bank accounts, your finances, everything.” Kim leans over and plants a kiss on Sorinah’s forehead. “Thanks for the new toys, Sorry!”
Kimberly stands up and starts to walk away. Meanwhile Sorinah is left panicking. The mental anguish of being alone and isolated is getting to her. The torture is becoming too much. Desperately she calls out after Kim. “Wait! Don’t!”
“Oh come on, Sorry! Is the pleading really necessary?” Kim says as she turns around and folds her arms over her chest, staring at Sorinah with a disappointed look upon her face.
“What would Jessica think about this?”
“Jessica? She wouldn’t like what I’m doing to you. Just like Marie would not have liked what I did to her abusive ex-boyfriend. And just like Marie, Jessica will never find out about this. And just like with Damian, I am going to make sure you cannot harm my sisters ever again.”
Sorinah gulps. “Does that mean you’re going to kill me?”
“We’ve been through this already!” Kim smirks as she shakes her head. “No, Sorry. I am not gonna kill you. At least not right now, not today…”
“Not today?!”
“Well I don’t know what I’m ultimately going to do to you. I haven’t thought that far ahead yet. But I promise that I won’t kill you. There are a few things I still need from you.”
“What things?!” Sorinah exclaims. “You have control of my estate, my bank accounts, you literally have everything!”
Kimberly menacingly walks forward, kneels down, and grabs Sorinah around her throat. “No, I don’t have everything. There is certain knowledge I don’t have that you may have access to. I need to know things, Sorinah. I need answers. And you just may be the key to those answers, you or someone else. Until I get the answers I want, you are going to live. You aren’t going anywhere, you are staying right here, but you will live at least until I get the answers I am looking for. So count your blessings and pray to whatever deity you may worship that the answers I seek are to my liking.” And just as quickly as it began, her menacing tirade ends when a smile creeps across her face. Kim releases her grip on Sorinah’s throat and stands back up.
“Now if you will excuse me, I need to go. Jordan Majors is gonna fight a duck and I guess SCW thinks I’m the best sparring partner available.”
“A….duck?! Kim, what the hell are you talking about?!”
“Ducks! You know, feathers and a bill, webbed feet? They swim? I have no idea what Jordan has against ducks but she is fighting one. And I don’t know why SCW thinks I am a good sparring partner to help Jordan prepare for her fight against a duck. I wouldn’t know the first thing about fighting ducks. I know a lot about fighting in electrified steel cages, barbed wire massacres, hardcore battle royals, and crap like that. Just ask MWE. I’ve been a great Chicago Way Champion. I also know a few things about split personalities and I think this duck has a split personality.” Kim scratches her chin. “If the duck has three personalities does that mean Jordan is in a three on one handicap match?”
“Kim, please, just let me go…”
“Hush now!” Kim says quickly. Kim sneers nastily before turnins and skipping away.
Sorinah considers shouting after her, trying to bring her back, but Sorinah doesn’t have the strength left. She just watches as Kim skips out of the door and slams the door shut behind her, once again leaving the Romanian woman alone and isolated in the dark wilderness.
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With no one around to contain Kimberly’s inhibitions, with no one to control her, The Woman Scorned is on a bloody mission of vengeance. Phase one of this mission was kidnapping the woman who had been her and Jessica’s manager, the mysterious Romanian woman known as Sorinah Floreschu. Williams did that with ease and now has her locked away and isolated from the rest of the world in a run down shack in the wilderness of Massachusetts. The fact that Sorinah had no close contacts, no living relatives, and really no true friends means that very few people, if anyone at all, would actually miss her. Kimberly knew this and has taken advantage of the situation by getting rid of Sorinah; but not before tricking her into signing control of her vast estate and all of her assets over to Kimberly Williams.
It is anyone’s guess what Kimberly has planned to do with her newfound assets and resources. It is anyone’s guess what the deranged ginger will do to Sorinah Floreschu. It isn’t even clear if Williams herself knows what she will do. All she knows is that she has certain questions that she wants answered and she is convinced that Sorinah may be the key to those answers. She will keep Sorinah alive at least until she gets those answers.
You may see the wide ear to ear grin on Kimberly’s face as she skips happily down the streets of Massachusetts towards a small cafe, a cafe not very well known to the public at large but definitely well known to the Jones family, as it was a popular hang out for Kimberly’s biological mother Angelica Jones. You may see her skipping down the streets and believe that she is happy, that she is content. But that grin on her face is misleading. Does Kimberly want to be a bloodthirsty monster? Does she enjoy death? No. She may give off the appearance of being a jovial psychopath but at the end of the day she is still human. The Woman Scorned only gives in to her inner demons and darkness for two reasons….
...to help her family, and on rare occasions to help herself. Getting rid of Sorinah Floreschu, in this case, is to prevent the Romanian woman from harming Jessica Lasiewicz. But Sorinah may also still serve a purpose in helping Kimberly.
Williams finds the small diner, located just barely within the city limits of Boston, Massachusetts. It is the look and feel of your old timey 60s and 70s diner. Very few upgrades has been made to it. To be honest, Kimberly is surprised that it has remained open for this long. It has its small but loyal contingent of support that keeps it going, kind of like how Kimberly has a small but strong and loyal support group that keeps her going. And she will do anything for that support group, including return to that dark place of her soul. But on this night she is here not on any mission of vengeance. She is here to meet her half-sister, her former tag team partner Jessica Lasiewicz.
The Woman Scorned marches up towards the front door and opens it. She steps inside and in typical Kimberly fashion shouts at the top of her lungs “Has anyone seen my dangerous Polish and totally awesome sister?!” The heads of every other patron in the diner turn to glare at Kimberly who smiles sheepishly and shrugs her shoulders. “What?”
Just then she spots her sister flagging her down. Jessica Lasiewicz is sitting near the back of the diner and her face is now beet red out of embarrassment that Kimberly brought on with her loud shouting. “Never mind! I found her!”
Williams turns and darts towards the back of the diner. She finds Lasiewicz sitting in a booth. Kimberly slips in on the same side of the booth as Jessica and plants a kiss on her cheek. “Hiya sis! It’s been how many years since we last saw each other?”
“Just about a month…” Jessica says, rolling her eyes.
“Oh. It seems like forever because I missed you sooooooo much!” Kimberly embraces Jessica in a tight bear hug. Jessica gasps for air as Kim squeezes tightly.
“Kim...I can’t breathe…”
“Sorry!” Kim relinquishes her grip. Jessica sighs and points to the other side of the booth.
“No offense, but do you mind giving me some space?”
“Oh yeah, sure, no prob!” The Woman Scorned gets up and moves over to the other side. “So what kind of alcohol does this place have? Unless its the strong stuff I don’t want it.”
“There’s no alcohol, Kim.”
Williams sighs. “Well darn. What are you having?”
“Coffee. Black.” Jessica answers as she lifts her coffee mug to her lips and takes a sip. Kimberly quickly takes it away and takes a sip of her own. Kimberly smiles with delight.
“This is quite good. Can I have this?”
“I suppose you can now.” Jessica says, sighing out of frustration.
“Wonderful! That’s why I love you, Jess! You are soooooo giving!”
“Look, Kim, you can have the coffee. Enjoy it. Just please calm down and listen. I asked you here for a reason.”
“Oh right, you did call me.”
“I’ve been trying to call you for a while now.” Jessica points out. “You haven’t been returning my calls. Is everything ok?”
“Oh you should know by now that with me nothing is ever ok.” Kimberly says with a wry grin and a wink of her eye.
“I think you know what I mean, Kim. You are working alone now. You don’t have me or Marie by your side at all times to guide you.” Jessica sighs and shakes her head “I do feel guilty about leaving you. I want to make sure that you are managing yourself ok.”
I am fine. And you, you have so much potential. I don’t want to hold back your career by babysitting me.”
Lasiewicz can’t help but feel as if she was punched in the gut by that last comment. “I never thought of it as babysitting you, Kim. I admit that I did not trust you at first but you did earn my trust, you proved to me that you were...you ARE...a good person and I was proud to team with you as a part of Vengeance.”
Williams takes another sip of her sister’s coffee. “Thank you, Jess. And you know what? Even though we never won the tag team championship, I think that the experience alone of being able to work with you was enough to call Vengeance a success. There’s more to success in this business than championship gold. For me, being able to form a true bond with my sister and earning your trust, that is what I call a true success.”
“Wow…” Jessica’s voice trails off. A tear forms in her eye and a smile forms upon Lasiewicz’s face. “...I think the world would be a lot better if more people were like you, Kim.”
“Seriously?”
“I mean it, Kim. You are unique...in a good way.”
Kimberly chuckles. “If more people were like me, that would also mean more people would be drugged, kidnapped, and locked in some abandoned cabin out in the woods left for dead.” Kimberly laughs but Jessica isn’t laughing. Lasiewicz stares a hole through Kimberly who just shrugs her shoulders. “What? Was it something I said?”
“Yes…”
“Oh the kidnapping thing? That’s just a running gag between me and Marie. Remember when I kidnapped her and took her place for a month? It was fun. Well, at least for me it was fun. Not so much for Marie.”
Lasiewicz sighs and shakes her head, almost as if she is disappointed in her sister. “See Kim, this is why I worry about you. You say things like this and most people think you are joking but I know you could be serious because I know you have done it before.”
“Silly, Jess...if I were to do that again, would I really be that stupid to tell you that I did it?”
“Good point.” Jessica nods her head. “Anyway, are you sure you are doing fine?”
“Yes! I am fine!”
“Good. But uh, how is Sorinah handling all this?”
“Who?” Kim asks, looking thoroughly confused and perplexed.
“Sorinah Floreschu. You know...your agent?”
“Oh the Romanian chick?” Kimberly shrugs her shoulders. “Honestly, I haven’t heard from her in a long time. I haven’t heard from her since you left SCW. I think you hurt her feelings, Jess.” Kimberly says with a knowing grin.
“Funny you say that, I haven’t heard from Sorinah in a long time, either. And I have tried to reach out to her.”
“Well you know how that weird lady is; if she wants to disappear, if she wants to fall off the face of the earth where no one will find her, then she will make sure you can’t find her.”
Jessica nods her head. “That’s true.”
“And if I am perfectly honest with you, Jess, I really don’t want her to come back.”
“Why do you say that?” Jessica asks with an inquisitive look upon her face.
“She has just been acting very different since you left. Very distant. You know what I mean? It’s like she isn’t even there. The lights are on but nobody’s home. If you ask me, I think she only wanted to control us, the both of us. And when you left, she knew she lost her chance to control us.”
“So is it safe to assume you will officially dump her and go it alone?”
Kim nods her head. “Yes, its for the best.”
“I’m not sure if it is for the best that you are all alone. You do better when you have someone with you.” Jessica says. Kimberly reaches out and grabs Jessica by her hands.
“Trust me, Jess, I can do this and I can do it on my own. I know I have been a disappointment in the past, I know that Vengeance failed to live up to our high standards and expectations, but I know I am capable of doing this on my own. And I promise you, Jess, that I will make you proud. More importantly, I promise you that I will make up for my failures.”
“You are not a failure, Kim” Jessica says with a warm smile. “You never were.”
The Woman Scorned smiles. “I appreciate that, Jess. I appreciate it more than you will ever know.”
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Sorinah Floreschu is a Romanian woman who at one time served as the manager of Jessica Lasiewicz as well as Kimberly Williams. Sorinah’s sister, Emma, was also the woman who raised Kimberly Williams from birth. The fact that Emma herself was a sociopath is what made Kimberly into the twisted individual she is today. Sorinah had wanted to manage both Jessica and Kimberly’s careers to success, as a way of making amends for the mistakes she made in both of their lives. Jessica did not trust Floreschu whereas Kim was willing to give her a chance. This had always been a contentious point for the sisters and perhaps this is why Jessica has chosen to abandon Sorinah altogether.
Nevertheless, this means that Kimberly at least still has Sorinah Floreschu in her life; but for how much longer? This question and other doubts do not seem to bother The Woman Scorned in the least. In fact, the way she is happily skipping up the sidewalk towards apartment where her agent stays seems to indicate that Williams is in a great place right now. She seems happy and content. But as most know, Kimberly is very good at putting on a front. Very few are able to read her and know her true feelings.
The eccentric ginger approaches the front door. She knocks hard three times. “POLICE! OPEN UP! WE HAVE THE PLACE SURROUNDED!” Kimberly giggles uncontrollably. “Ok, it may not be the police, but I do have the place surrounded!”
The Woman Scorned waits patiently for an answer. A few moments pass and then she hears the door lock unlatching. Kim steps back and watches as the door opens. She spots Sorinah Floreschu standing there in the doorway in a forest green dress with half-sleeves. She looks at Kimberly and frowns. “You are late, my dear. This is unlike you.”
“Eh, what can I say? Traffic was a bitch. That and I had to make myself look nice for my date with you tonight!”
“This isn’t a date. We are having an important meeting to discuss your future in professional wrestling.”
“A meeting? Well poo! I got all dolled up for nothing!” Kimberly spins around, showing off her stylish white dress and black blazer. “What do ya think?”
“It looks…” Sorinah is at a loss for words “...it looks fabulous on you, Ms. Williams. I must say that this is unusual for you. You do not typically dress up.”
“You’re right but I found this old thing in my closet and decided, why not? I haven’t wore it ages. Hell, I don’t think I have ever worn it. I mean, it wasn’t even mine. It used to be my mom’s...excuse me, FOSTER-mom’s outfit.”
Sorinah’s eyes grow slightly wide at the mention of Emma, Sorinah’s sister. “That outfit belonged to my sister?”
“Uh-huh…” Kimberly says, nodding her head.
“Did she give it to you?”
“Maybe. I was her favorite child.” Kimberly rolls her eyes. “Only child. But hey, why split hairs?”
Sorinah stares at Kimberly for a moment. Looking at the eccentric ginger is strange. It is almost like looking at a younger version of her now deceased sister Emma. Sorinah sighs and shakes it off. She motions for Kimberly to follow her inside the apartment.
“Come, we have much to discuss.”
“I love discussions!” Kimberly skips happily into the apartment, following Sorinah down a hall and into a small room with an office desk and chair. Kimberly bounds ahead in front of Sorinah and sits down at the desk, presumably Sorinah’s desk and chair. Sorinah sighs with frustration and places her hands on her hips.
“That’s my chair, Ms. Williams.”
“Possession is nine-tenths of the law.”
“Please, Ms. Williams, we have much to do this evening. We cannot waste time with games.”
“We’re not wasting time. At least I’m not, I’m having fun.”
Sorinah rolls her eyes as her frustration builds. “Kimberly, please…”
“Oh just sit down in one of your other chairs, Sorry!”
“My name is Sorinah.”
“Sorry Sorinah…” Williams giggles “...see what I did there?”
“Yes. And it is still not funny.”
“Oh quit being a party pooper. I know what will cheer you up. Alcohol!” Before Sorinah can say anything in protest Kimberly ducks her head underneath the desk and starts rifling through her things. “If you are anything like your sister then you probably keep some of your best stuff in here.”
“Ms. Williams, please sto…”
“Ah-ha!” Kimberly shouts with victory as she produces a bottle of vodka and a bottle of wine. “Like any good Eastern European you probably enjoy a good bottle of vodka, so you drink up on that while I enjoy some wine!”
Sorinah rolls her eyes, still frustrated with Kim’s actions and antics, but nods her head. “I suppose some drinks won’t hurt. I shall get us some glasses.”
“None for me, thanks!” Kimberly says as she tilts the bottle of wine up and starts drinking it straight out of the bottle. Sorinah sighs as she gets up and walks over towards another, smaller table. She reaches inside and produces a smaller glass. She brings it over to the desk and pours some of the vodka into it. Sorinah sits back down and stares into Kim’s eyes.
“Now, can we please get down to business?”
“Of course!”
“Good. Now then, the recent departure of your sister obviously puts a damper on my plans. I had high hopes of guiding the two of you to the Tag Team Championship somewhere. But with her gone that will not happen.”
“Well Jess prefers to work with Summer [Collins] anyway. But don’t poo-poo the tag titles away now, Sorry. There are plenty of peeps on the roster who I can get along with. Datura and I are now besties after we ass-stapled each other. Once she heals up we could be a team. Or there’s Asher. I mean, I stapled his chest once…wanna hear the story?”
Sorinah shakes her head with a look of disgust written across her face. “No…”
“Your loss. Oh and I could team with Nicole! I’m sure there’s at least one person in that head of hers I can relate to! I could dye my hair blonde and be Holly’s mean girl goon…or Karen Eldon’s mean girl goon...or...”
“Kimberly, you are far too talented to be someone’s ‘goon’, you have the potential to be a mega star. Think of the accomplishments you have earned ON YOUR OWN. You were the SWC Southern Heavyweight Champion, the MWA Turmoil Champion, a two time HKW Bloodlust Champion, MWE Chicago Way Champion, and in SCW you are a former SCW United States Champion. With my guidance you can go far as a singles competitor,, just your mother.”
“Emma?” Kimberly snickers. “She went six feet far into a hole.”
“I do not refer to your foster mother. I mean your REAL mother, Angelica Jones, the thirteen time former World Champion.”
Kimberly sighs and shakes her head. She tilts the wine bottle back and chugs some more before dropping it down to the table. “Look, I appreciate the sentiment, I really do, but just because I am a Jones does not mean I am like a Jones. My mom obsessed with being champion. Being champion was her entire life and that obsession nearly killed her. She passed that same obsession with being champion onto Marie and it nearly killed her too.”
“But what about your other sister, Jessica? Do you feel she obsessed over it too?”
“Jessica’s obsession over championships was a healthy obsession. She always remained grounded. That’s in large part to her father. He helped her realize that winning by any means necessary doesn’t mean trying to kill someone or end their damn career just to get some gold trinket. Angelica never could figure that out.” Kim stares at Sorinah. A sinister smile crosses Kimberly’s face. “You know how dangerous I am. Do you really want me to obsess like that, do you really want me to collect gold trinkets by any means necessary? Because I’m not sure you or anyone else in SCW, GCW, or MWE knows what I am truly capable of.”
The coldness and evil tone in the voice of the eccentric ginger frightens Sorinah. Still, this is Kimberly. Sorinah trusts her and just shrugs it off. “Fair enough. But if you are not in this to be a champion then why are you in this business?”
“You should know the answer to that one.” Kim snickers. “Your sister is the reason I’m in this business in the first place. She trained me, she gave me all sorts of deadly skills and abilities, and while she was training me to be a living weapon, she was also putting these crazy notions in my head that my family had abandoned me and that they deserved to be punished. So do the math, Sorry, I started as a wrestler because combat sports is the one place where I could legally assault my family and get away with it. I could make them suffer career ending injuries...or worse...and get away with it.” Williams points an accusatory finger at Sorinah. “YOUR sister did that!”
Kim chuckles nastily. “But I am in a much better place with my family now. I have made peace with my twin sister Marie, I made peace with my mother, and even Jessica, who for the longest time refused to trust me, now trusts me with her own life.” Kim shrugs her shoulders. “I really do not know where I go from here.”
“And that’s why you need me.”
“Why do I need you?” Kimberly responds with an almost hateful growl.
“Because you need guida...gui…” Sorinah places a hand upon her head. Clearly she is feeling ill. She tries to stand up but her legs are not under her. She has to put a hand on the chair to brace herself. “...I feel sick…”
“You’re sick? Why are you…” Kimberly snaps her fingers, as if a lightbulb just went off in her head “...oh that’s right! The drugs in your drink must be kicking in right about now!”
Sorinah’s eyesight is beginning to get fuzzy but she can see Kimberly rising up out of her chair. Sorinah turns to try and get away but the moment she lets go of the chair that was bracing her up she falls over onto the floor. She can hear Kimberly cackling in the background. Williams kneels down and whispers into her ear.
“Don’t worry, everything is going to be fine.” The Woman Scorned laughs nastily. “We are going to have fun, Sorinah.”
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Describing Kimberly Williams as dangerous or deadly would be an understatement. The true depths of how dangerous she can be has never been explored because throughout her life she has always had someone to restrain or control her. Initially it was her foster mother, Emma Storm Floreschu. Later on it would become her biological family in the form of first her identical twin sister Marie Jones and then later on her half-sister Jessica Lasiewicz. Finally it would be Sorinah Floreschu, Emma’s sister, who would come into Kimberly’s life and try her hand at giving her stability and guidance.
Those who attempt to control The Woman Scorned do so at their own peril. Most of the time they fail to realize that the eccentric and dangerous ginger trusts very few people. In fact, the number of people she actually trusts can probably be counted on one hand. Earning the trust of Kimberly Williams is the first step towards getting her to listen and obey. Sorinah thought that she had earned Kimberly’s trust. She thought that she could give Williams the guidance that she needed. Unfortunately for Sorinah, it was all a ruse. Kimberly never trusted her but Sorinah did trust Kimberly and that was a critical mistake made by the Romanian, who now finds herself captured and detained in the wilderness of Massachusetts.
Well, Sorinah believes that she is still in Massachusetts. The truth is that she really has no way of knowing where she is. She was drugged by The Woman Scorned and blacked out. When Sorinah came to, she was here. Currently she is chained up inside of a dirty, run down, tore up shack, a shack that does not appear to be safe in the very least. It is a shack that appears as if it could come apart at any moment; definitely not put together very well. Sorinah cannot see much else outside of the shack but what she has managed to see of the outside world does look vaguely familiar, and that familiarity is what makes her believe that Kimberly has kept her in Massachusetts.
Sorinah knows what Kimberly is doing to her; it is the type of sociopathic strategy that Sorinah’s own sister would utilize. Sorinah is being kept isolated from the rest of the world. The only time she has any human interaction is when Kimberly stops in to drop off food and drinks to sustain Sorinah for a few more days or weeks. Instead of killing her outright, Kimberly apparently wants to torture Sorinah mentally and emotionally first. Being isolated like this is a big part of the mental and emotional torture. What Sorinah doesn’t understand is why? What provoked Kimberly into doing this?
Floreschu can hear twigs snapping and leaves rustling as footsteps indicating the arrival of Kimberly Williams herself. It can be no one else. No one else knows she is here. Sorinah watches the front door closely. It swings open and The Woman Scorned comes walking in carrying several bags of groceries.
“Mommy’s home!” Kimberly declares in an overly jovial voice as she tosses the grocery bags onto the floor at Sorinah’s feet. “There you go, Sorry! This should keep you going for another few weeks!”
“This is torture.”
“Is it? Could’ve fooled me. I mean, I thought you and your sister knew all about how to survive off the grid on just the bare essentials.” A nasty laugh escapes Kimberly Williams as she sits down next to the chained up Sorinah and wraps an arm around her shoulders. “Yep, Emma told me all the stories about your parents had to struggle to survive during the communist dominated rule in Romania. She told me all about to go under the radar, how to go unnoticed, and how to survive without anyone ever knowing where you are. So have no fears, Sorry, I will make sure that you survive out here in the wilderness and I will also make sure that no one ever finds you.”
Kimberly plants a kiss on her cheek and then stands up. Sorinah sighs. “Where am I?”
“Spoilers.”
“Kimberly, please!” Sorinah says pleadingly. “You said it yourself, you have made it so that no one can find me.” She pulls at the chains keeping her attached to the wall. “And obviously I cannot escape. So I think you can safely tell me where I am.”
“But I don’t like giving away surprises!” Kimberly chuckles. “Oh well, I suppose I can let you in on that secret. It isn’t like you’re going anywhere.” Williams kicks at her chains. “Although I gotta admit, I would think that you would have figured it out by now. I mean, sure, the shack is different cause I had to rebuild it all by my lonesome.” Williams scratches her chin as if pondering something. “And that’s probably why it looks like shit. But I promise it will not collapse in on you, Sorry. At least I don’t think it will.” Williams laughs.
“Just tell me where I am!”
“So impatient.” Kimberly sticks her tongue out at the Romanian. “But yes, we are in a familiar place. See, I did build this little rough shack, this run down piece of crap, and I chose this specific spot because of nostalgia. This was the spot of the original cabin where your sister Emma kept me and raised me off the grid. This is the place where she twisted me and corrupted me. This is where I ultimately killed your sister and then burned everything to the ground.”
The Romanian can begin to sense where this all leading and it doesn’t look good. Sorinah steels herself and nods her head, preparing for the worst. “I suppose it is poetic. My sister created you here, you destroyed my sister here, now you will destroy me here as well.”
“Destroy you? Why would I do that?” Kimberly pauses for a moment and then giggles. “Oh yeah! I forgot! Because that’s what I do! But that’s not what I am going to do to you.”
“Then why did you do this?!” Sorinah is growing more agitated, with a mix of fear and anxiousness. “I was good to you, Kim! Why did you take me and put me here? Why are you torturing me?”
“Now that is a good question!” Kimberly sits back down on the dirty floor of the shack next to Sorinah. “Most of the time I have no rhyme or reason behind what I do. This time is different. There is a very good reason I drugged you and brought you out here to rot. And I could sum it up with one of those nice little internet memes that have been moving around social media these days. The Fast and Furious one about family? I can see picture Dom right now saying ‘who needs sanity when you have family’...and that is kind of how I feel right now? Why do I need sanity when I have family?”
Kimberly leans over and whispers menacingly into Sorinah’s ear. “I would do anything for my family. My twin sister Marie was once involved with an abusive drunk named Damian. She got away from that relationship but he returned shortly after Marie’s husband had died. He tried to convince her that he had changed. He tried to worm his way back into his heart. Damian thought he had succeeded when Marie agreed to go out on a date with him. Unfortunately it wasn’t Damian who agreed to go out on a date with him. It was me, pretending to be Marie. And I took that opportunity to slice his throat open with a shard of broken glass. I didn’t want the abusive prick to get another chance to hurt my sister. And Marie is still blissfully unaware of it. That is the kind of thing I am willing to do for my family.”
Kim taps Sorinah on her nose. “Now I look at you and I recall what your family did to me. Your sister took me from my mother’s arms at birth. Had I been allowed to be raised by my biological mother I could have ended up as sweet as Marie or as just as Jessica but instead of that loving kindness, I was turned into a psychotic monster thanks to your sister. Everything I have done, all of the blood and carnage that is on my hands is actually on your sister’s hands because she created me. But I’m not just doing this for selfish reasons. See, your sister isn’t the only one with a reputation of playing mind games with people. I recall very vividly what you did to Jessica. Jessica is a strong woman, very strong mentally and emotionally, and yet you somehow managed to get through to her psyche. She will never admit it but you broke her and she is scared of you because of it.” Williams shakes her head.
“I will not give you the chance to hurt Jessica again.”
“I did not intend to hurt Jessica!” Sorinah says pleadingly, trying to convince Kimberly hoping that the deranged ginger will have mercy. “I know what I did was wrong and thus my intentions were to make up for my crimes!”
“If you really wanted to atone for your past then the best thing you could have done was to stay out of our lives. But you just had to come back. And you had to involve me on top of all that! I gotta admit, Sorry, that was gutsy...or stupid..not sure which.”
Floreschu sighs as she begins to realize, grimly, that there may be no talking her way out of this. “What are you going to do to me?”
“Honestly?” Kim shrugs her shoulders. “I’m just not sure yet. See, I don’t make plans. I simply do things and see what happens. Sometimes what I do works out and it ends up great. Sometimes it doesn’t work out. Either way it is good for a few dozen laughs!”
“I fail to see the humor in this.” Sorinah says in a low growl. Kimberly rubs her on top of the head.
“It’s too early yet. There’s plenty more surprises still to come. But I will let you in on one secret right now; I have been planning this for a very long time. In fact, I have been planning from the moment you came back and revealed yourself to me and Jessica. Jessica did not trust you, and justifiably so, but I had your back. I fought for you and defended you, convincing her to give you a chance. I only did that to earn your trust. I needed you to trust me entirely. After I earned your trust I managed to get even more than your trust. I manipulated you into viewing me as more than just your client. But as a niece. After all, your sister viewed me as her daughter. Once that happened I just needed two things to happen.” Kimberly holds up one finger.
“First, I needed to wait until Jess grew tired of you and abandoned you. I knew as long as we tied at the hip she would try and stop me from what I plan to do to you. So I needed her gone.” Williams holds up a second finger. “And second, I needed you to officially make me your heir. And you did that. You trusted me so much that you put me in charge of your estate. I have control of your bank accounts, your finances, everything.” Kim leans over and plants a kiss on Sorinah’s forehead. “Thanks for the new toys, Sorry!”
Kimberly stands up and starts to walk away. Meanwhile Sorinah is left panicking. The mental anguish of being alone and isolated is getting to her. The torture is becoming too much. Desperately she calls out after Kim. “Wait! Don’t!”
“Oh come on, Sorry! Is the pleading really necessary?” Kim says as she turns around and folds her arms over her chest, staring at Sorinah with a disappointed look upon her face.
“What would Jessica think about this?”
“Jessica? She wouldn’t like what I’m doing to you. Just like Marie would not have liked what I did to her abusive ex-boyfriend. And just like Marie, Jessica will never find out about this. And just like with Damian, I am going to make sure you cannot harm my sisters ever again.”
Sorinah gulps. “Does that mean you’re going to kill me?”
“We’ve been through this already!” Kim smirks as she shakes her head. “No, Sorry. I am not gonna kill you. At least not right now, not today…”
“Not today?!”
“Well I don’t know what I’m ultimately going to do to you. I haven’t thought that far ahead yet. But I promise that I won’t kill you. There are a few things I still need from you.”
“What things?!” Sorinah exclaims. “You have control of my estate, my bank accounts, you literally have everything!”
Kimberly menacingly walks forward, kneels down, and grabs Sorinah around her throat. “No, I don’t have everything. There is certain knowledge I don’t have that you may have access to. I need to know things, Sorinah. I need answers. And you just may be the key to those answers, you or someone else. Until I get the answers I want, you are going to live. You aren’t going anywhere, you are staying right here, but you will live at least until I get the answers I am looking for. So count your blessings and pray to whatever deity you may worship that the answers I seek are to my liking.” And just as quickly as it began, her menacing tirade ends when a smile creeps across her face. Kim releases her grip on Sorinah’s throat and stands back up.
“Now if you will excuse me, I need to go. Jordan Majors is gonna fight a duck and I guess SCW thinks I’m the best sparring partner available.”
“A….duck?! Kim, what the hell are you talking about?!”
“Ducks! You know, feathers and a bill, webbed feet? They swim? I have no idea what Jordan has against ducks but she is fighting one. And I don’t know why SCW thinks I am a good sparring partner to help Jordan prepare for her fight against a duck. I wouldn’t know the first thing about fighting ducks. I know a lot about fighting in electrified steel cages, barbed wire massacres, hardcore battle royals, and crap like that. Just ask MWE. I’ve been a great Chicago Way Champion. I also know a few things about split personalities and I think this duck has a split personality.” Kim scratches her chin. “If the duck has three personalities does that mean Jordan is in a three on one handicap match?”
“Kim, please, just let me go…”
“Hush now!” Kim says quickly. Kim sneers nastily before turnins and skipping away.
Sorinah considers shouting after her, trying to bring her back, but Sorinah doesn’t have the strength left. She just watches as Kim skips out of the door and slams the door shut behind her, once again leaving the Romanian woman alone and isolated in the dark wilderness.
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With no one around to contain Kimberly’s inhibitions, with no one to control her, The Woman Scorned is on a bloody mission of vengeance. Phase one of this mission was kidnapping the woman who had been her and Jessica’s manager, the mysterious Romanian woman known as Sorinah Floreschu. Williams did that with ease and now has her locked away and isolated from the rest of the world in a run down shack in the wilderness of Massachusetts. The fact that Sorinah had no close contacts, no living relatives, and really no true friends means that very few people, if anyone at all, would actually miss her. Kimberly knew this and has taken advantage of the situation by getting rid of Sorinah; but not before tricking her into signing control of her vast estate and all of her assets over to Kimberly Williams.
It is anyone’s guess what Kimberly has planned to do with her newfound assets and resources. It is anyone’s guess what the deranged ginger will do to Sorinah Floreschu. It isn’t even clear if Williams herself knows what she will do. All she knows is that she has certain questions that she wants answered and she is convinced that Sorinah may be the key to those answers. She will keep Sorinah alive at least until she gets those answers.
You may see the wide ear to ear grin on Kimberly’s face as she skips happily down the streets of Massachusetts towards a small cafe, a cafe not very well known to the public at large but definitely well known to the Jones family, as it was a popular hang out for Kimberly’s biological mother Angelica Jones. You may see her skipping down the streets and believe that she is happy, that she is content. But that grin on her face is misleading. Does Kimberly want to be a bloodthirsty monster? Does she enjoy death? No. She may give off the appearance of being a jovial psychopath but at the end of the day she is still human. The Woman Scorned only gives in to her inner demons and darkness for two reasons….
...to help her family, and on rare occasions to help herself. Getting rid of Sorinah Floreschu, in this case, is to prevent the Romanian woman from harming Jessica Lasiewicz. But Sorinah may also still serve a purpose in helping Kimberly.
Williams finds the small diner, located just barely within the city limits of Boston, Massachusetts. It is the look and feel of your old timey 60s and 70s diner. Very few upgrades has been made to it. To be honest, Kimberly is surprised that it has remained open for this long. It has its small but loyal contingent of support that keeps it going, kind of like how Kimberly has a small but strong and loyal support group that keeps her going. And she will do anything for that support group, including return to that dark place of her soul. But on this night she is here not on any mission of vengeance. She is here to meet her half-sister, her former tag team partner Jessica Lasiewicz.
The Woman Scorned marches up towards the front door and opens it. She steps inside and in typical Kimberly fashion shouts at the top of her lungs “Has anyone seen my dangerous Polish and totally awesome sister?!” The heads of every other patron in the diner turn to glare at Kimberly who smiles sheepishly and shrugs her shoulders. “What?”
Just then she spots her sister flagging her down. Jessica Lasiewicz is sitting near the back of the diner and her face is now beet red out of embarrassment that Kimberly brought on with her loud shouting. “Never mind! I found her!”
Williams turns and darts towards the back of the diner. She finds Lasiewicz sitting in a booth. Kimberly slips in on the same side of the booth as Jessica and plants a kiss on her cheek. “Hiya sis! It’s been how many years since we last saw each other?”
“Just about a month…” Jessica says, rolling her eyes.
“Oh. It seems like forever because I missed you sooooooo much!” Kimberly embraces Jessica in a tight bear hug. Jessica gasps for air as Kim squeezes tightly.
“Kim...I can’t breathe…”
“Sorry!” Kim relinquishes her grip. Jessica sighs and points to the other side of the booth.
“No offense, but do you mind giving me some space?”
“Oh yeah, sure, no prob!” The Woman Scorned gets up and moves over to the other side. “So what kind of alcohol does this place have? Unless its the strong stuff I don’t want it.”
“There’s no alcohol, Kim.”
Williams sighs. “Well darn. What are you having?”
“Coffee. Black.” Jessica answers as she lifts her coffee mug to her lips and takes a sip. Kimberly quickly takes it away and takes a sip of her own. Kimberly smiles with delight.
“This is quite good. Can I have this?”
“I suppose you can now.” Jessica says, sighing out of frustration.
“Wonderful! That’s why I love you, Jess! You are soooooo giving!”
“Look, Kim, you can have the coffee. Enjoy it. Just please calm down and listen. I asked you here for a reason.”
“Oh right, you did call me.”
“I’ve been trying to call you for a while now.” Jessica points out. “You haven’t been returning my calls. Is everything ok?”
“Oh you should know by now that with me nothing is ever ok.” Kimberly says with a wry grin and a wink of her eye.
“I think you know what I mean, Kim. You are working alone now. You don’t have me or Marie by your side at all times to guide you.” Jessica sighs and shakes her head “I do feel guilty about leaving you. I want to make sure that you are managing yourself ok.”
I am fine. And you, you have so much potential. I don’t want to hold back your career by babysitting me.”
Lasiewicz can’t help but feel as if she was punched in the gut by that last comment. “I never thought of it as babysitting you, Kim. I admit that I did not trust you at first but you did earn my trust, you proved to me that you were...you ARE...a good person and I was proud to team with you as a part of Vengeance.”
Williams takes another sip of her sister’s coffee. “Thank you, Jess. And you know what? Even though we never won the tag team championship, I think that the experience alone of being able to work with you was enough to call Vengeance a success. There’s more to success in this business than championship gold. For me, being able to form a true bond with my sister and earning your trust, that is what I call a true success.”
“Wow…” Jessica’s voice trails off. A tear forms in her eye and a smile forms upon Lasiewicz’s face. “...I think the world would be a lot better if more people were like you, Kim.”
“Seriously?”
“I mean it, Kim. You are unique...in a good way.”
Kimberly chuckles. “If more people were like me, that would also mean more people would be drugged, kidnapped, and locked in some abandoned cabin out in the woods left for dead.” Kimberly laughs but Jessica isn’t laughing. Lasiewicz stares a hole through Kimberly who just shrugs her shoulders. “What? Was it something I said?”
“Yes…”
“Oh the kidnapping thing? That’s just a running gag between me and Marie. Remember when I kidnapped her and took her place for a month? It was fun. Well, at least for me it was fun. Not so much for Marie.”
Lasiewicz sighs and shakes her head, almost as if she is disappointed in her sister. “See Kim, this is why I worry about you. You say things like this and most people think you are joking but I know you could be serious because I know you have done it before.”
“Silly, Jess...if I were to do that again, would I really be that stupid to tell you that I did it?”
“Good point.” Jessica nods her head. “Anyway, are you sure you are doing fine?”
“Yes! I am fine!”
“Good. But uh, how is Sorinah handling all this?”
“Who?” Kim asks, looking thoroughly confused and perplexed.
“Sorinah Floreschu. You know...your agent?”
“Oh the Romanian chick?” Kimberly shrugs her shoulders. “Honestly, I haven’t heard from her in a long time. I haven’t heard from her since you left SCW. I think you hurt her feelings, Jess.” Kimberly says with a knowing grin.
“Funny you say that, I haven’t heard from Sorinah in a long time, either. And I have tried to reach out to her.”
“Well you know how that weird lady is; if she wants to disappear, if she wants to fall off the face of the earth where no one will find her, then she will make sure you can’t find her.”
Jessica nods her head. “That’s true.”
“And if I am perfectly honest with you, Jess, I really don’t want her to come back.”
“Why do you say that?” Jessica asks with an inquisitive look upon her face.
“She has just been acting very different since you left. Very distant. You know what I mean? It’s like she isn’t even there. The lights are on but nobody’s home. If you ask me, I think she only wanted to control us, the both of us. And when you left, she knew she lost her chance to control us.”
“So is it safe to assume you will officially dump her and go it alone?”
Kim nods her head. “Yes, its for the best.”
“I’m not sure if it is for the best that you are all alone. You do better when you have someone with you.” Jessica says. Kimberly reaches out and grabs Jessica by her hands.
“Trust me, Jess, I can do this and I can do it on my own. I know I have been a disappointment in the past, I know that Vengeance failed to live up to our high standards and expectations, but I know I am capable of doing this on my own. And I promise you, Jess, that I will make you proud. More importantly, I promise you that I will make up for my failures.”
“You are not a failure, Kim” Jessica says with a warm smile. “You never were.”
The Woman Scorned smiles. “I appreciate that, Jess. I appreciate it more than you will ever know.”