OOC: Plays off of Selena’s Breakdown and PPV roleplay.
Project: Black Ice
”The Woman I Know…”
The Frost House
Nome, Alaska
July 24, 2022
12:14am
Deanna felt herself be roughly pulled by the single arm headlock around her neck while, simultaneously, feeling the wet, cold metal being pushed further into her temple.
“Move!” barked her captor, her voice a similar pitch to Deanna’s wife but lacking that gorgeous accent that always made her smile and her heart flutter when she heard it. Once more, Deanna felt herself being jerked forward and further into the mining pathways, cold stone sections that stretched in various directions.
“Do you even know where you are going?” Deanna asked.
“Shut up, DeDe.” Killjoy mocked.
“That’s a no.” Deanna shot back, though she fought the bristle of anger that spiked through her at such a nickname.
“Why do you care?” Killjoy replied back simply. “You might just die here.”
“And you might be lost here for the rest of your life.” Deanna countered. “I mean, Selena could just disable that elevator lift and now you’re trapped here underground with me… and believe me, I get REALLY hangry if left alone for too along – annoyingly bored too!”
“You honestly think she would do that?” laughed Killjoy. “That she would leave you to die? We both know that won’t happen.”
Despite herself, Deanna was silent to that. She knew Selena would come – there was no doubt about that. Hadn’t she done the same thing and effective fucked up Selena’s victory over this monster? Her beloved had had Killjoy on the ground, at gunpoint, ready to pull the trigger when Deanna had arrived on the scene, desperate to stop her from going through with the Snow Queen’s plan.
Thus, giving Killjoy the perfect ‘door’ to regain control of the situation – hence why she was being dragged through this cave by this monster with her wife waiting – by Killjoy’s order – to walk into a trap.
But I had to…
The thought came, unashamed, into Deanna’s mind. She couldn’t let Selena go through with the plan to kill Killjoy. It wasn’t her – it wasn’t who Selena. She wasn’t a killer – that wasn’t the woman Deanna had fallen in love with. And every time she flirted with that line, even with the noblest of intentions, be it with Brachiss, Queenie, or some of the people in SCW that had stepped over the line, Deanna could see it in her wife’s beautiful eyes. The light got a little dimmer. The sparkle faded ever so slightly.
And for the redhead: she feared the day such a light would go out entirely.
Then who would she be? Deanna thought as she felt another yank from Killjoy. “Okay, can I just walk ahead of you or something? This is really hurting my neck.”
“Just keep moving.”
“I could move better if I just walked ahead of you, geez!” Deanna shot back. “If anything, us moving like this is slowing you down-”
“I SAID KEEP MOVING!” Yelled Killjoy, giving an angry push. “I will fucking shoot you right here and-“
”Let her go!”
The twisted, low voice echoed throughout the cave and, on instinct, Deanna’s body stiffened, instantly recognizing Killjoy’s voice even as Killjoy – her current captor – spun her around towards the voice. Standing near the entrance to this path – Deanna’s eyes widened – was the black-skulled…Killjoy? She recognized the helmet and eyes seemed to glow a greenish yellow, it was frightening, but not half as much as the realization that Killjoy was still, in fact, holding her at gunpoint.
Emerald eyes casting down the figure before her, however, Deanna saw something that wasn’t the Killjoy she knew. The black wrestling boots, covered with mud. They had snowflake designs on them, white ones that stood out against the black. The same clothes as…
“So that’s what it looks …” came the mocking voice of the woman behind her, Deanna feeling the gun press a little more to her temple. “It suits you.”
No, it doesn’t! Deanna’s mind screamed as she saw the woman she knew to be her beloved wife slowly take a step into the room, closer to one of the lights that hung on the stone wall with cables running to it and past it to the other lights that hung around the walls, the dirty amber light illumination the person before her – and breaking her heart at the sight.
Oh Selena… she thought, unable to take her eyes away from her darling.
Please, no…
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The Frost ‘Forever’ Home
Manhattan, New York
July 11th, 2022
4:01pm
Deanna Frost quickly took the silver bowl out of the fridge – a bit heavy but nothing she couldn’t handle! (Those two times a day, two hours a session, workouts with Selena were DEFINITELY paying off!). With a hum in her voice, she spun around the kitchen, literally ‘dancing’ with the large bowl.
“Oh sweetness, mine.” She sang. “I don’t have other lyrics cause I’m just making up this tune but soon you will be in my tum-tum!” With an extended ‘La’ sound as she held the final note in the makeshift ‘lyric’, the redhead placed the silver bowl on the table in the kitchen and quickly pulled off the shower-cap-cover that had kept its contents within. Her eyes delightfully took in the light brown, dark brown, white, orange-brown, and other assorted colors!
It was beautiful! It was elegant!
“It’s all mine…” she smiled widely, her eyes just as wide. “And no one is the wiser!”
Reaching out, her slow fingers plucked out a ball of the cold confectionary, Deanna feeling it within her fingers before plopping it into her mouth. Immediately, her tastebuds went ballistic and she released a quiet mew of pleasure. She could taste the chocolate-bits, the dough, the skor-pieces!
“Oh thank whoever invented cookie dough!” Deanna whispered, grabbing another piece and plopping it into her mouth- just as she heard the front door to their house being unlocked!
Uh-oh… Her mind panicked as her eyes took in the bowl – the proof of her ‘crime’ – before her.
Don’t you dare eat – that cookie dough is for the children, Deanna… Unless you want to run for two hours on the treadmill with me.
“Not the treadmill…” Deanna’s groaned. She hated the treadmill. Running was so boring on a stationary machine! Outside was okay cause you got to see trees and things but you got NOWHERE on a treadmill! Selena must have bought it just to be mean to her, Deanna was sure of that – and if she saw the redhead eating the cookie dough…
Instinctively throwing the cap back over the bowl, Deanna picked up the dish and all but sprinted back to the fridge to put it back exactly as she found it, slamming the fridge door shut just as the door swung open. She heard the shuffling of feet and murmur of voices, barely having time to rush to the other side of the large room (the lounge side of it) and throw herself into her chair before her son, David, came barrelling through the space.
“Mom!” he called. “Guess what?!”
“What?” Deanna huffed, keeping a smile on her face. “Something happen at school today?”
“Nope!” the young boy shook his head. “Mother’s got a clone!”
The boy scampered off out of the room to the basement, where the video games and toys were.
“I want you to read your chapters from your book first!” came the voice from outside the room but within the house – and Deanna could tell, it was troubled. Nearly seven years of being married to a person, and you know what sounds they make and what they, usually, mean.
A few moments later, the sound of quieter steps entered into the room, belonging to her eldest daughter Elsianna. The shorter platinum-blonde wore her hair in a ponytail and the checkered blue and white of her summer dress (which ended just above her shins) brought out her soft, blue eyes.
Eyes that showed only confusion and worry.
“But I don’t understand, mother.” She tried, reaching up a gloved hand to tuck a stay lock of hair behind her ear.
“I know, sweetie. But trust me, it’s fine.” The voice came as Selena entered the room, the Snow Queen running her hands through her loose hair – Deanna taking a moment to take in the shoulder-less, longer summer dress with various colors and flower designs. “Just please… don’t worry about it right now, okay?” Selena pressed. “Can you check on your brother? Make sure he’s doing his daily reading? Amiliah, too.”
“Y-yes, mother.” Elsianna nodded before excusing herself. “Ami and I did ours this morning, but I’ll check on her.”
“She’s in her room.” Deanna stated, gaining the attention, temporarily, of both mother and daughter before the young Elsa was gone from sight. Alone in the large space, Deanna watched Selena run her hands through her hair again, far more agitated than before – her guard effectively down in the presence of the redhead. “Ah…Something happen at the school pickup?”
“Try Killjoy being there.”
The moment the words had left the platinum-blonde’s mouth, Deanna was springing out of her chair, her bare feet touching the wooden-tiled floor. “What?!” she asked, her voice in alarm.
“Yeah.” Sighed Selena. “Just…give me a minute. I want to change.”
Turning on her foot, the older Frost began making her way out of the room once more, but, this time, Deanna was in hot pursuit.
“Wait a minute!” she called out, following Selena out and around to the flight of stairs, up said stairs and onto the second floor before, lastly, making their way down the hall and into their large, master bedroom. “What do you mean, ‘Killjoy was there’?”
“As in the bastard that’s been haunting and threatening us-“ Selena growled as she pulled the summer dress off her toned frame, revealing her bare skin. “Came out of the school, with hands on both David and Elsianna!” she accentuated the last part, throwing her dress (crumpled up into a ball by her own hands) against the nearby wall, the article of clothing slumping to the ground under the large ‘collage-frame’ of pictures of last year’s Rise to Greatness.
“I…” to say that Deanna was stunned by this would be an understatement. “You mean she was there?” she tried to understand, moving over to the discarded dress on the floor. Bending down to pick it up, Deanna slowly folded it – it was the only thing she could do to distract herself from overthinking, as her wife was clearly doing.
“Yes.” Huffed Selena as the Snow Queen reached over towards the hooks on the wall to grab at the hanging article of clothing there. Grabbing the magenta nightgown – her comfort attire – she slipped the material over her head and frame, feeling it flow over her like a waterfall of color. For a moment, just a moment, she allowed herself to close her eyes and breath, savouring the comfort the attire gave her (despite it still only being the afternoon, technically). Still, her eyes quickly flashed open and that anger and frustration had returned.
“How did she even…” Deanna shook her head. “Didn’t anyone stop her? It’s not like they would let a skull-masked person-“
“Her helmet was off.” Selena replied, casting a dark look towards Deanna as the redhead finished folding.
“But then how did…” emerald eyes grew wide and the younger woman’s voice trailed off as the last pieces of the ‘puzzle’ slipped into place. Her mind now full of understanding, Deanna cast her eyes back towards Selena. “Oh…”
“Yeah.” Selena sighed.
“They thought she was you.”
“100%.” Selena shook her head, revealing the true pain and despair she felt as she sat on the bed. “Even Elsianna and David were fooled. They…they thought she was me.”
The redhead merely stood there, her hands now working the discarded summer dress Selena had worn, wringing it and unwringing it with her hands, effectively undoing the ‘folding-work’ she had just done. She couldn’t imagine how Selena was feeling in that moment.
Actually…she sort of could. Not in the same way and, certainly, not as damaging as their own children but… For a moment, Deanna allowed herself to remember how terrified she had been when meeting Elsianna for the first time. The idea that she – not the child’s biological mother – and nearly eight years younger than Selena was her step-mother or whatever… Elsianna loved fairy-tales. Would she see Deanna as evil just because of the step-mother status? It had been terrifying to consider but, luckily, that fate had been avoided. Elsianna had eagerly accepted not only Deanna, but the fact that her own mother was in love with another woman.
Child innocence… Deanna thought as she watched her wife sit on the bed.
Still, her own experience did not stop there and it was the next example in her mind that Deanna found herself relating more to Selena’s plight.
SCW…
To be clear, Deanna loved being Selena’s wife. Loved being married to such a woman. Wouldn’t trade it for all the world. But after so many months of wrestling – even winning a championship – and that was still all she was being seen as. As the ‘wife of Selena Frost’, like some accessory. And, okay, Selena was, by far, the bigger superstar. She was the world champion! She had broken records! Made history! For Odin’s sake, she was going to break the record for the longest world title reign in SCW history! She was a BIG star…
But did it always have to come back to that where Deanna was concerned? Did it always have to be “your Selena’s wife” in every promo? Or being attacked or addressed because she was ‘with Selena’?
Stop it. her mind ordered harshly.
They don’t compare. You’re talking about the respect of your peers. She’s… her eyes took in the slow breathing, almost resisting to cry, posture of her wife.
Our own children couldn’t tell the difference. Couldn’t recognized their own mother…
Biting her lower lip, the redhead tossed the summer dress into the nearby hamper that sat in the corner of the room before moving over to the bed to sit beside her wife, the young, smaller woman, taking her wife’s hands into hers. “They’re young.” Deanna tried. “They weren’t expecting…”
“No.” Selena shook her head. “Even my parents were amazed by how alike we look…” her voice trailed off, sapphire eyes slowly, almost guilt-filled, glancing towards Deanna.
“No.” Deanna shook her head. “No way. I can tell the difference!”
“What if you can’t?”
“I’ve seen her, okay?!” Deanna fought back – her pride wounded more than a little. “I know my own wife! I know what you look and sound like! I know your scars and everything! There isn’t-“ she immediately dropped her voice, not wanting her children to hear her yell. “There isn’t a part of you I haven’t seen, okay?”
“Really?” Selena asked, huffing a little. “Oh, you silly redhead-“ her voice had altered, shifted from its normal accent to… Deanna had to admit, though only to herself, it was a pretty-damn good impression of Killjoy. “You think so little of the greater picture. What do I care if Selena’s wife knows the truth? The world will see me as ‘the true Selena Frost’. As if they would listen to the woman stuck in Selena’s shadow.”
“Okay…that last part hurt a bit.” Deanna slowly admitted, cringing a little at that jab.
“I’m sorry.” Selena sighed, her voice back to its usual, gentle accent. “But…it’s just that easy. You have to admit, I could be her.”
“No you can’t.” the redhead shook her head. “Because you’re not like her. You’re not a monster. You’re not a killer. You’re not…” she racked her brain for the right word before releasing a huff, settling on the first word she could find. “Evil.”
“I’m not so sure about that…” the Snow Queen’s voice trailed off, her sapphire eyes taking in the distant wall on the other side of the room. Again, the younger Deanna recognized such a look and poise.
“What did you do?” she asked, although part of her had already begun to formulate guesses.
“I…” Selena sighed. “She said she-“ for a moment, Selena’s eyes fluttered shut, trying to recall the exact words she had heard no more than an hour or so ago. “She said she could keep up the fascade for years. Every time we left for an SCW show, she could swoop in and get the children had school. She could waltz in on their lives whenever she felt like it…and she would. Every field-trip, PTA, whenever she wanted to. Until this ended the way she wants it too.”
“Which isn’t until you’re utterly destroyed.” Deanna finished, earning a nod from Selena. “Please tell me you didn’t agree to that.”
“Of course not.” Selena’s head jerked towards her beloved. “I don’t want to die. But I…we can’t keep this up. This has to end.”
“I agree.” Deanna nodded. “But how?”
“With me facing her. One last time.”
The statement hung in the air for a few seconds, Deanna not sure she heard her wife correctly. “F-Face her? Selena…” she shook her head. “You can’t beat her.”
“I know.” The platinum-blonde smiled sadly. “Every time I’ve tried, she’s kicked my ass.”
“Then why did you-“ A knowing smile came to Deanna’s lips suddenly. “Together!” she realized. “We take her own together! We beat her to a pulp when we fought her. We can do it again! That’s your plan, right?”
The smile quickly evaporate from Deanna’s features as Selena shook her head. “No, it isn’t.” the platinum-blonde sighed. “She wants me alone. Two weeks, midnight – at my old house.”
“In New York?” Deanna asked.
“In Nome.” Selena sighed. “I suppose she thinks it’s apropos or something.”
“It’s lunacy!” Deanna declared. “Just call the police! Let them deal with it!”
“And if she gets out? Like she’s escaped us before?”
“We deal with that!”
“What if we can’t, Deanna?” Selena asked, pushing herself to her feet. “She LITERALLY walked into a school full of people, grabbed OUR children and walked out. Not one person stopped her!”
“Inform the school!” Deanna countered. “Make sure there’s some kind of code or password or-“
“Or what? Something she can learn and copy with just a bit of insight or investigation? ‘Hi! This is Selena Frost – here’s my personal information to prove it’s me. I’ve forgotten our password, can you remind me what it is so I know to pick up my children’?”
“Have another password!” Deanna tried.
“It doesn’t work that way, Deanna.” Selena sighed. “Besides, we involve anyone else, they become targets for her to torture the information out of. Look what she did to Malcolm.”
“So what? You’re going to Nome to die?”
“No.” Selena shook her head. “I’m going there to deal with Killjoy. And I won’t stop until she’s stopped.”
“Kill her.” Deanna huffed, pushing herself to her feet to stand before her standing wife. “That’s your plan? I thought we’ve been over this.”
“Our children weren’t involved last time.” Selena’s sapphire eyes narrowed. “The rules of the game have changed.”
“Says who?!” Deanna shot back. “Who is making these rules?! The world is not ‘kill or be killed’, Selena!”
“It is if you lived in Nome.”
“Well, I didn’t, okay?!” the redhead shot back. “I lived in Kentucky, where I was outcast and hated and reviled just like you. But how you live and how you take it is your own choice!”
“Yes.” Selena countered. “And I choose my children over my morals.”
“And I choose your integrity over your stupid fears!”
“They aren’t stupid!”
“They are!” Deanna shot back. “You’re not thinking rationally! You’re just acting out.”
“Oh, like you want to do against Kimberly?”
Again, Deanna was caught off-guard with the sudden insertion of work – of SCW. “That’s different.”
“It’s not.” Selena shook her head. “I know you want to get back at her for that chair shot.”
“Yeah, but…that’s wrestling. That’s fighting. This is your life we’re talking about.”
“Yes, exactly. MY life. And yours, and Elsianna’s, and David’s, and Amiliah’s and everyone else linked to us.” She paused, her hands clutching her arms protectively. “I can’t trust police or anyone to stop Killjoy. She’s insane…” she lifted her head, staring down Deanna. “She needs to be stopped…for good.”
“And what…” Deanna breathed. “What will that do to you? If you embrace that? If you bend the rules or break them ‘just this once’? If you play Killjoy’s game by Killjoy’s rules? What then?”
It was Selena’s turn to be caught off-guard, the Snow Queen looking around before shaking her head. “I…I don’t know.”
“I do.” Deanna pressed, reaching out to take Selena’s shoulders into her hands. “Because I saw it when you decided you ‘needed’ to take NX to have a chance against your opponents. When you needed something because you ‘had to win’ or ‘had to survive’ or ‘had to stop someone’. Remember?”
Ashamed, Selena lowered her head. “Yes.”
“So do I.” Deanna whispered. “We barely survived addiction, Selena. And all it took was the noblest of intentions. If you… if you do this… if you go down this path… I don’t think – I KNOW – it will destroy us…”
There was a moment of silence, the shorter Deanna taking a deep breath before continuing. “When I was Frankfurt – Shar told me I needed to be like that. Kill or be killed. I needed to fight back and hurt people just to keep myself alive. Or else I would become someone’s…” her voice trailed off.
“Bitch?” Selena whispered, earning a nod from Deanna.
“And Queenie – she saw that right away. But I… I couldn’t do it. I couldn’t just ruthlessly attack someone. Or embrace that world of hate and chaos. Because if I did…I knew I…I wouldn’t be the woman you married-“ her eyes, once more, found Selena’s. “The woman you fell in love with.”
Steeling herself, Selena straightened her posture under Deanna’s hands. “I would love you no matter what you had to do in there. And I would have done all I could to help you heal.”
“And you did.” Deanna smiled. “Those monthly conjugal-visits, the normal ones – it got me through. But I- I had to do it for me, Selena. I didn’t want to be different. I didn’t want to be some monster of the prison or whatever. That’s now who I am – and a murderer is not who YOU are! Don’t you understand?”
The older Frost inhaled and exhaled through her nose for a moment. “I just…I just don’t see any other way.”
“Then we’ll go to Nome and we’ll think of a way! We’ll find a way to do it!” Deanna assured, squeezing her wife’s shoulders. “Somehow.”
Despite the words, Selena looked less than convinced, but she still offered a smile and nod to the redhead. “I’m sorry about the whole ‘in my shadow’ thing I said earlier.” She offered the redhead, who merely waved it off with her hand as she stepped away.
“It’s fine.” Deanna replied. “You were right.”
“I rather not be.” Selena pressed, taking a step towards her wife.
“Oh come on.” Smiled Deanna. “You’re on the main show. I’m on the Pre-Show. Kind of obvious at this point.”
“That’s not how I see it.” Despite the circumstances, a genuine smile broke across Selena’s features. “The way I see it, I’ve got the main-event of the show… and you’ve got the main-event of the pre-show.”
Despite herself, a laugh escaped Deanna’s small frame. “Oh, cute.” She tilted her head, giving a good natured smile to her beloved’s attempts. “But you don’t really mean that.”
“Actually, I do.” Selena smiled honestly, a lift returning to her accent. “I asked Shaun if it was legit. He said it was. You’ve got the main-event to close the pre-show. Which means the two shows – pre and main – are ended by a member of The House of Frost. Now, if that isn’t a pair of ‘unbelievable main-events’…” she shrugged. “Then I just don’t know what is.”
“You’re patronising me.” Deanna sighed, though her smile didn’t fade. I’m basically chow-food for Kimberly at this point.
Immediately, the smile disappeared from Selena’s features, the unspoken elephant in the room. “I know you’ve been thinking about it.” Deanna smiled knowingly.
“I’m worried you’ll get hurt, but I’m not going to stop you or talk you out of it.”
“You’re not?” Deanna asked, clearly surprised.
“How could I?” the older woman shrugged. “How many times did you let me go through wars with Xander? Last Person Standing Match? Street fights with Regan? Scaffold matches with Giovanni? And you just held my hand while I got bandaged up. So… I guess it’s my turn.”
“And since you’re at the end of the show…” teased Deanna. “You’ll have a lot of time to sit there and do that after my match and all day Sunday before the main-show starts!”
“That’s comforting.” Selena shook her head.
“Hey! It’ll be alright.” Smiled Deanna. “I mean, I took a chair shot, didn’t I? Pretty sure I can build up from there.”
“Do you have a plan?” Selena asked.
“Not yet.” Deanna shook her head. “I’m more still angry about losing the TV title thanks to her. But I’ll figure something out – AFTER we deal with Killjoy.”
“Right…” Selena sighed. “Do you have a plan for that?”
Again, Deanna smiled. “Not yet. But I’ll figure something out.”
The taller Frost rolled her eyes before embracing her wife, good-naturedly pressing her lips to Deanna’s in a grateful kiss…
Only to jerk back a second later, the platinum-blonde licking her lips in shock.
“What is it?” Deanna asked, suddenly alarmed.
Sapphire eyes narrowed at Deanna…and a knowing smirk crossed Selena’s features. “Why do I taste cookie dough?”
Emerald eyes widened as Deanna’s mouth hung open. “I…I can explain…” she tried desperately.
“Oh…bad, bad Deanna…” Selena teased, slowly shaking her head as she crossed her arms over chest.
“Come on, hunny!” the redhead tried desperately. “It was just a few pieces!”
“You know what this means…” Selena continued, taking Deanna’s hand and leading her out of the room and back down the stairs.
“No, please! Not that! Anything but that…” the young woman cried out.
“TO THE TREADMILL!” Selena shouted out as she continued to make Deanna pay for her ‘sweet tooth’!![/color]
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The Guard Tower
The camera opens to a small room with blue walls and a pacing woman in black jeans and a shirt that reads “Believe Grit!”. Her red hair, a dark red, follows her as she walks, a slight spring in her step.
My very first Rise to Greatness match. Deanna Frost bites her lower lip before turning to face the camera.
I know, technically, it’s not on the main-show, but I mean… so what?! The way, I see this? We’re the opening act! Titles on the line, contenderships on the line, a man’s very ‘gimmick’ is on the line – though I’m not entirely sure how that can be the case but moving on!
Rise to Greatness has always prided itself on being the ‘show of shows’, right? Where dreams go to be born, feuds go to die, and a season of SCW ends while another is formed! The future begins at this show, doesn’t it?! And whether you call it a pre-show or whatever, the effects of this show will be just as vital, significant and ground-breaking and level-changing and game-shifting as whatever happens on Sunday! Oh, sorry…
She bites her lower lip before standing a little taller, happily stating.
When whatever happens on Sunday, INCLUDING when my beloved wife retains the SCW World Championship! Yeah! Main-event plug right there! Hashtag “UnbelievableMainEvent2”! she throws up a thumbs up for a second before calming herself back down a little.
I’m sorry, I just… I want you guys to tune in to the pre-show, too – the True Believers, SCW Universe, even the Kimmymaniacs or whatever she’s using/stealing from at this point. I want you all to understand how much this match means to me, because it sure as hell doesn’t mean a flying cow to Kim Williams.
A scoff escapes Deanna as she places her hands on her hips.
I mean, think about it for a microsecond. She talks about how she ‘wanted this match’, and ‘did all she could to get this match to happen’. That right, Kim? You did everything? Including going to Shaun or me and saying directly “You and me at Rise to Greatness”? Going to the ring and saying that? Did you do that?
The former Television Champion shakes her head.
No, you didn’t. You haunted me. You mocked me and teased me with vague promises and then, in the same breath, you went over and badgered the tag-team champions! You were everywhere! Interjecting yourself into segment after segment, feud after feud, to the point where no one knew what you wanted!
“I WANT DEDE!”
“I WANT THE TAG-TEAM CHAMPIONS!”
“I WANT! I WANT!”
Holy cats, Kimberly, you tell me I ‘cant have it all’ in terms of my revenge and my integrity and look who’s trying to grab the tag-titles and retain her Underground title in one weekend!
As if remembering something suddenly, Deanna claps her hands together, her eyes looking off for a second before returning to the camera.
No, wait! It gets better! This same woman is teasing on Twitter about entering the Gimmick Invitational too! All to have THREE matches at the Rise to Greatness weekend! So, let’s add that to the person that says I ‘can’t have more than one thing’ because of her rules! Makes total sense!
Reaching up, Deanna grips the bridge of her nose with her fingers.
And yes, that again, Kimberly. The idea of rules. You say the rules are bad. ‘Bad rules, errr!’, yet here you are telling me what I can and can’t do. Apparently:
I can’t fight you without becoming you.
I can’t get revenge without compromising my integrity.
I can’t become Underground Champion without embracing your vision of chaos.
I can’t stay the champion without selling out my morals. On and on and on you go.
Reaching up to scratch her scalp, the Queen’s Guard shakes her head.
Do you hear the utter hypocrisy in your words, Kim? I mean, I get it, you like the whole “I’m crazy” thing but come on! A child could poke holes in your logic! Telling me what I can and can’t do? Telling me “the only way you can win…”. That’s the literal definition of rules in competition and contradiction to your very division, or so you say. It doesn’t matter if the match has no ‘official’ rules, if you’re declaring restrictions on how I can do this match – that’s YOU making rules! she shakes her shoulders.
I mean… ‘duh!’.
But since we are looking at the ‘bare bones’ of things – let me put that aside for when I see you again in my second promo – yeah, heads up on that. Deanna throws a wink.
Because I’m not too busy with other things to give this match my full attention, remember?
But bare bones! Bottom-line! You’ve got three matches for Rise to Greatness. Matches that YOU wanted. Matches you GOT!
And it’s funny because your first match is with me. For your title – the Underground title. In a match, you yourself, has utterly declared has ‘no rules’ but chaos, weapons, damage – PURE ANARCHY, GAAAAHHH.
And I’ve seen some of these Underground matches, Kimberly. I watched the episode of Breakdown where you beat Jordan Majors in a cage to become the first Underground champion in this new age of the title. I saw how you were beaten by Lucas Knight as well. I’ve also watched other Underground classics like Dillusion vs Rachel Foxx. I’ve seen monsters like Blitzkrieg and Matt Auclair and then masterminds like Giovanni Aries and Xander Valentine. she uses her hands playfully as she speaks her ‘list of research’.
My point is that, I am VERY aware of what kind of pain and hurt and damage can be done in this kind of match. You don’t leave the same way. Scars, nagging injuries, things that will stay with you… for the rest of your life.
I mean, you’re betting on that with me, aren’t you? That I totally change and become you? That I ‘embrace the chaos’ or whatever. Hell, you made it clear that you’re going to ‘take me to school’ and kick my rectum, tear me to shreds, etc.
But what I find interesting is… for all your beliefs that I must ‘become you’ and embrace the chaos…fight barbarically as you do… her head turns to glare into the camera.
Why are you so eager to look to two other matches?
I mean, I’m prepared to fight the Underground Champion – the supposedly most dangerous woman currently in SCW. The most sadistic woman on the roster. I don’t have other matches planned. I’m not dropping into the gimmick invitational. This is it for me. Hell, I don’t even know if I am going to be able to be part of my wife’s entrance in the Unbelievable main-event of Rise to Greatness 24 hours after our match. That is how sure I am that you’re going to hurt me. You’re going to make me bleed and bruise me and Odin knows what else.
But all you want to talk about on Twitter and on Breakdown was how you’re gonna fight three matches and become tag-team champion and retain the Underground championship all in one weekend.
Her tongue clicks inside her mouth.
So, that leaves me with a few possibilities.
Either you think you’re Supergirl or something… or you think this match will be a cake-walk for you. The ‘teacher’ schooling the ‘student’, right?
Is that what you’re banking on, Kim? You talk a pretty line of encouragement but if you truly believed that I could win – if I could take the title that you fought for months to get back – THIS would have been your focus from the get go. Not haunting me AND Hairless Penguin with indirect challenges. Not rushing to Twitter to discuss your ‘plans’ to imitate your sister. No, Kim. It would be this and ONLY this.
It would be ME and ONLY me. In a feud that would main-event and steal the pre-show, putting all of SCW and RTG to an incredible standard!
Deanna sighs.
But it’s not. And after the last few weeks and after hearing your promo, I can see why. It started when you felt I wasn’t worth your entire time, when you were dividing your attention between me and the tag champs. Then it spiralled into your tweets, chatting it up with the new-girl, Wolf, and then, the icing on the cake – your ‘concert’, which I think you need some REAL singing lessons, but that’s neither here nor there.
You demanded that, in order to face you, I should convince Shaun Cruze to put his job on the line. That he should wager his position and career on me – because you GOT your match that YOU wanted! But that wasn’t enough. Facing ME wasn’t enough. Deanna is silent for a moment, her jaw tightening and clenching.
And it was just like Jenni Anderson demanding weeks ago that if I faced her, she’d get a match with Selena… because why fight me when you can get the SCW world champ, right? her tone grows a little heated, her hands tightening into fists.
I…I am so sick of this! I am SO sick of you, Kim, and others looking at me and seeing a stepping stone! A tool to be used to get something more or ‘bigger’! As someone that is not ‘worth the time’ unless they can get more out of it!
Sick of Jenni using me to get to my wife.
Sick of Adam Allocco feeling he only needed four moves to fight me in the ring.
Sick of you feeling a match with me won’t require all your attention!
You talk about caring about that Underground division? Where’s your care, Queen of the Deathmatch? Cause it looks like you’re only one-third of a focus in this match, which is worse than half-assing, if you want my opinion! Oh yes, I know math!
And you’re 100% full of bullshit, Kim!
I think you think that, because I’ve never officially been in an ‘underground match’, you can make ‘other plans’ for your weekend because NO WAY is Deanna Frost going to hurt you, right? No way is Deanna Frost going to beat you up so badly that you can’t get out of bed the very next day! She’s just DEANNA Frost, right? Not Selena – sorry, ‘Juneau’, which isn’t even the town of Alaska she’s from!
Catching herself, Deanna tries to calm herself from her tantrum.
How else do you explain your actions, Kimberly, other than arrogance in yourself and you underestimating me in SCW’s most dangerous and deadly division?
She shrugs.
You believe you are so far beyond me, above me, Kimberly, and that is your mistake. You think you are dealing with someone that has no idea of what they are in for. You think that you can call the shots because this is “your” division. That this is ‘your kingdom’. You think that ‘an agent of chaos’ is going to roll right over me and keep you fresh enough to have TWO more matches the very next night.
I’m not like that. Yeah, you are going to hurt me, Kim. I know that. You’re going to do all you can to hurt me because it’s fun. This is your ‘funzone’. This is where you thrive! Where you get to do whatever you want.
But if you think that I can be so easily ‘written off’, that I’m some bumbling ‘newbie’ in SCW… let me tell you something. the joy in her voice has completely disappeared, replaced with a fiery determination.
I am not the little girl that couldn’t handle being thrown into a barricade by Chris Cannon. I am not the naïve person that didn’t know how to kick out of a roll up when the person grabbed my tights like Asher Hayes did. I am not the scared little girl that became afraid when she saw her wife bleed.
I am stronger.
I am braver.
I am smarter.
You, Jenni, Adam – all you want to see is “Selena’s wife”. All you want to see is some rookie you can exploit….
No more.
Carefully, Deanna lowers her hand to her side.
You may be looking to Sunday and thinking you can walk out of this unscathed, Kim, but I don’t. I am prepared to leave everything I have into this match. I am prepared to take on whatever you throw my way. Chairs, knife-gloves, that toy robot you’ve got. I’ll take it. And it won’t be because Selena tells me to. It won’t be because you want another ‘agent of chaos’.
It’ll be because it’s what I want.
Because you’re wrong, Kim, and have been wrong from the start. I am not in ‘checkmate’. I CAN have my integrity and my revenge in one fell swoop, along with your Underground title. Because if you think you can have it all, then – to be FAIR – so can I.
As for how…well, you’ll have to wait till tomorrow to find out how I plan to do it.
Deanna turns to go but stops before casting an emerald-eyed glare back at the camera.
But…as a final line, since you stole mine, Kimberly, I’ll leave you with this…
Do I have your attention, now?
With a smile, Deanna walks out of frame before the video feed abruptly ends.