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Kimberly Williams vs. Deanna Frost - Konrad Raab - 11-04-2025
Shot of Adrenaline Tournament
2 RP Limit for singles
3500 Word Per RP
Deadline: 11:59:59 pm Saturday, November 8, 2025
RE: Kimberly Williams vs. Deanna Frost - The Matt - 11-05-2025
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October 31st, 2025
Boston, Massachusetts
Off Camera
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Under Attack is a couple days away, but Kimberly Williams now has another match and another opponent she must focus on. The Woman Scorned is going to The Wholesome Family Event, hosted by KABLAM, to face Deanna Frost in the Shot of Adrenaline Tournament. The Queen of the Death Match has made it perfectly clear that she is not happy with the Shot of Adrenaline Tournament, that she would rather not be a participant in this tournament. This match, however, is different. Kimberly has a great deal of respect for Deanna due to their many fights against one another and the many times they have teamed up to fight a common foe. Williams considers Deanna a friend. Kim’s last one on one match, against Veil several weeks ago, was dedicated to Deanna, to make Veil pay for what he did to her. Due to this friendship and respect, Kimberly knows that she has to give it her all, she has to be at the top of her game when the Wholesome Family Event rolls around. Deanna Frost deserves nothing less from the Queen of the Death Match.
Tonight, however, Kimberly has something entirely different on her mind. Kim had joined the Athenian Fellowship, a secret organization, at the behest of Camilla Aldridge, a wealthy neighbor. Later she learned that her grandfather, Bart Jones, had once been a member of that organization as part of an infiltration plan by the federal government to learn a secret. He came close to finding out what the secret but then the government kicked him off the case. Kimberly thus made it her mission to finish the mission, to find out the secret that the Fellowship had been hiding. A little over a week ago Kimberly Williams infiltrated The Athenian Fellowship library and finally discovered the secret; Camilla Aldridge and the Fellowship’s leader, Grant Vito, have been pushing drugs throughout Massachusetts. On top of that, she has enough evidence to not only vindicate her grandfather, but to bring down the Athenian Fellowship once and for all. There’s still one thing she needs to do to complete the mission.
Halloween night in Boston was brisk and wind-stirred, the kind of evening where the leaves scraped across the pavement like whispers of old memories. The air carried that particular chill that crept beneath the skin and made every breath feel sharper, more vivid. The streets were alive with the laughter and rustling of children darting between porches, their costumes a blur of color against the dim glow of streetlights. Porch lights flickered in invitation, some soft and warm, others colored in eerie orange or purple hues, while plastic skeletons and inflatable monsters danced faintly in the wind. Kimberly Williams walked among them, her black-and-white penguin costume rustling faintly as she made her way down a quiet side street. The outfit, oversized and comical, drew amused looks from passersby, but she wore it with an easy kind of confidence. The white belly of the suit puffed outward with each step, the little red bow tie perfectly centered beneath her chin. The hood, shaped like a penguin’s head, framed her face with soft black fabric, a yellow beak resting just above her brow. Her long copper-red hair tumbled out from underneath in loose curls that caught the dim light of the streetlamps. She carried a small plastic pumpkin pail in one hand, mostly for show, since the candy inside was just an afterthought. Her breath fogged faintly as she turned the corner, leaving behind the more festive part of the neighborhood. Here, the houses stood farther apart, each one older and quieter, their decorations more subdued, a few paper bats in a window, a single pumpkin glowing faintly on a porch step. The road under her feet was cracked and uneven, lined with fallen leaves that crunched softly with each step. Somewhere in the distance, a group of children shrieked with laughter, their voices fading into the hum of the city.
Kimberly’s pace slowed as she spotted the house she was looking for, a modest, two-story home with a steep roof and narrow front porch. The light above the door glowed a warm yellow, cutting through the dusk. A few Halloween decorations hung by the porch rail: a simple string of orange lights, a ceramic pumpkin beside the steps, and a cardboard cutout of a black cat that had begun to curl at the edges from the damp. She paused at the end of the walkway, looking up at it. This was the home of Luke Anderson, her grandfather’s old friend, a retired detective whose name had once appeared in the local paper more than once. He’d investigated some of the city’s stranger cases back in the day, the kind that blurred the line between crime and mystery, logic and the unexplainable. He worked with Bart Jones on the Athenian Fellowship case, which is what brought him and The Woman Scorned together. She hadn’t told anyone she was coming. The costume was part of the disguise, a harmless, cheerful excuse to show up unannounced on Halloween night. To anyone else, she would look like an eccentric woman taking part in the festivities. But beneath the playful pretense, Kimberly had a deeper motive.
She took a slow breath and started up the walkway. The boards creaked faintly beneath her feet, the sound almost swallowed by the rustle of dry leaves tumbling across the yard. The air smelled faintly of smoke from someone’s fireplace down the street, mingled with the sugary scent of candy on the wind. As she reached the porch steps, the wind lifted a few strands of her hair across her face, and she brushed them aside with a gloved hand. The porch light above her head buzzed faintly, casting her shadow against the wall. She hesitated for just a moment, the small plastic pumpkin swinging gently from her fingers, and then she raised her hand and knocked. The door creaked faintly from the other side, and Kimberly straightened, gripping the pumpkin pail a little tighter. The warm glow spilling through the curtain shifted, and the faint sound of movement reached her ears, slow, deliberate footsteps on wooden floors. She drew in a breath, her heart beginning to quicken beneath the thick layers of her costume. The doorknob turned. The hinges gave a low, familiar groan as the door began to open, spilling a line of golden light across the porch, cutting through the cool October dark. The door opens and Luke stands there in the doorway, wearing a flannel plaid sweater, long khaki pants, and simple sketchers slip ins. His white hair is messed up a little, a slight contrast to his overall nice appearance this evening. The eccentric Kimberly Williams in her penguin outfit holds out her pail.
“Trick-or-treat!” She exclaims. “Gimme candy, or else!”
“Kimberly?”
Luke seems shocked at first. Granted, this isn’t the first time they have met. They once before, at a cafe. He had told her that night that she should stay away from The Athenian Fellowship and he had not expected to see her again. Yet here she is, on his front doorstep, dressed in this ridiculous penguin outfit. After taking a moment to take it all in, the retired detective finally cracks a smile.
“Aren’t you a little too old for trick-or-treating?”
“Never too old to have fun!” She winks playfully. “And unless you’ve been living under a rock lately, you should know all about the fun I have been having!”
Luke Anderson nods his head. He steps outside and shuts the door behind him.
“Yes I have. You truly are Bart’s granddaughter…causing trouble wherever you go.”
“I take that as a compliment!”
“As you should.” The older man says, smiling down warmly at her. “You and your grandfather were a lot alike Kimberly; you had your own unorthodox methods that went against the grain but you were still efficient and got the job done.”
“Damn right I do!” A look of mischief forms on her face. “And I suppose the Athenian Fellowship found out the hard way, huh?”
“Yes, I suppose they did.” Luke nods his head. “I heard that the organization is embroiled in scandal. It’s the talk of the community. This secretive organization of wealthy eccentrics possibly being involved in dealing drugs? They might not recover from it.”
“Such a shame.” Kim shakes her head. “I wonder who would have leaked such disastrous information to the press and to the authorities?” She feigns innocence. Luke smirks.
“Who indeed?” He chuckles. He places a hand on her shoulder. “You did a good job, Kimberly.”
“Thanks.” She sighs. “But I think you are right, about one thing…”
“Oh?”
“It’s time for me to quit. No more infiltration, no more pretending, no more digging into that group’s past. I think I’ve done enough.”
“Yes, you have certainly done enough.” Luke responds, nodding his head. “Quitting is for the best. That organization is dangerous and they could target you if they were to learn YOU were the one who helped expose them.”
“Is that why your bosses pulled you and my grandfather off the case?” Kim asks curiously. Luke nods his head.
“Partly, yes. The biggest problem was they didn’t have enough of a case to pursue them. They were convinced they were up to no good, they knew they were dangerous, but they didn’t have enough of a case to continue justifying putting myself and your grandfather at risk.” He shakes his head. “It still bothered your grandfather, though. He didn’t know when to quit.”
“Yeah, that’s something else I get from him…” her voice trails off. Luke arches his brow out of curiosity.
“Oh?”
“Yeah…” she sighs “...you could say that I am a little disappointed in the outcome.”
“Why?” The retired detective asks. “What you did was incredible. You brought an end to a long running criminal enterprise. The evidence you presented to the media and to the authorities will allow them to pursue the Fellowship, make arrests, and likely end the organization permanently. You should be proud of yourself.”
“Yeah, I know.” She nods her head. “And I know they’ll get Camilla. But you know as well as I do that she’ll just be the fall guy. The real brains of that operation will get off scott free.”
“Grant Vito…” Luke states stoically. Kim nods her head.
“Yeah, him. He should be brought to justice too but he will get away. He has more connections than Camilla. He can bribe his way to freedom.” She shakes her head. “It isn’t right. It isn’t justice.”
“You sound like your grandfather.” Luke chuckles. “Bart Jones never did like to see criminals get away due to loopholes in the justice system. I would often have to talk him down from going full on vigilante. Usually I could…” he sighs “...except that one time that even I couldn’t talk him down from the ledge…”
“You mean when my grandmother was murdered, right?” Kim asks. Luke nods his head.
“Yes, when Kelly Jones was murdered by foreign agents, and the US government would not pursue the case, Bart went after the suspect himself. That was the end of his job with the US government.” He shakes his head. “It is never easy to see the bad guys get away, to see them roam free. Bart’s character flaw is that he wanted to see justice done by any means necessary. That eventually cost him everything. His job, his family…everything.”
“I guess I am a bit of a vigilante myself, I can’t stand to see bad people get away with murder.” Kim shakes her head. “It just isn’t right.”
“Unfortunately there is nothing you can do, nothing legally.” Luke pats her on the back. “What your father could not do is accept the small victories; did me and Bart bring down the Athenian Fellowship? No, but we certainly slowed them down and we saved several young people from falling into drugs in the process. And while the Fellowship was still active, they were at least on the government’s radar screen. He couldn’t see the positives in the small victories.”
“What small victories have I achieved?” Kim asks. “Sure, Camilla Aldridge was a criminal and she’s likely going down. The Athenian Fellowship has had more damage done to it now than ever before, it may never recover. But the big cheese behind it all likely won’t go down. Grant Vito is likely going to survive this. He is the one responsible but he’s getting away with it.”
“You do not that yet, Kim.” Luke smiles warmly. “It’s in the hands of the justice system now. Let the authorities take it from here. You did everything you can do; hell, you did MORE than what you needed to do. You took a huge risk by infiltrating that group and you brought them down. No one else can be harmed by The Athenian Fellowship and it is thanks to you.”
Kimberly Williams doesn’t like the idea of small victories. This all started as a journey of trying to get close to her late grandfather Bart Jones. Kim wanted to know how, in what way, was she like this man she never ever met. Now she realizes that she is too much like her grandfather in that neither one could accept someone getting away with murder. The idea of accepting the small victories as Luke Anderson put it was foreign to The Woman Scorned. Yet now, as she looks into the warm eyes of this retired detective, a man who knew her grandfather better than anyone else, she begins to contemplate his wisdom. She thinks about those words and the small victories. Eventually a grin forms on her own face.
“This isn’t the first time I brought down a criminal organization…”
“Is that so?”
“Yeah…” she smirks “...I helped bring down that sex cult, the Inner Peace Enlightenment Retreat."
“Thaat was you?” Luke asks, sounding somewhat surprised. Kim nods her head.
“Yup! That was me!”
“Incredible.” He chuckles. “See? You have done plenty of good, just like your grandfather.”
“I guess.” The eccentric ginger smiles. “Well, I shouldn’t be bothering you anymore, Luke.” She turns to walk off but the retired detective calls out after her.
“Kimberly, wait…” she stops and turns back to face him “...may I ask, why did you want to pursue The Athenian Fellowship in the first place? What made you want to join them and then go after them?”
“It’s a long story.” She sighs. “Very complex, very complicated. Suffice to say, I am a very fucked up individual and because of that I never truly felt like I belonged to the Jones family, despite being a Jones all my life. I tried to find my identity first with my father’s family, the Williams’s. But my father, I learned, was a serial killer.” She shakes her head. “That’s definitely not me. At least, I didn’t want to believe that was me, that I was just a monster. So I wanted to see how I fit into the Jones family, if at all. I thought maybe I could find that connection through Bart Jones, my grandfather.”
“Did you?” Luke asks. “Did you find where you fit into your family through your grandfather’s memory?”
“Yeah…” she smiles “...I think so.”
“I have not known you long, Kimberly. But from what little time I have spent with you, what little I know about you, you do not seem like a monster like your father. Are you a little reckless like your grandfather? Perhaps, but that’s not a bad thing, because you both were idealists. Don’t lose sight of that.”
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November 1st, 2025
On Camera
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Listen up, Kimmymaniacs, yours truly…The People’s Champion…is going to take you, THE PEOPLE, into the happiest place on earth! No, I don’t mean Disney. Besides, with all the gators, boas, and Mara Lagos running around Florida, I’m not sure how happy that place is nowadays. Oh no, I mean Kablamia! Apparently KABLAMIA is the happiest place on earth and your People’s Champion is proud to lead you, THE PEOPLE, right into Kablamia for this very special wholesome family event…for those nineteen of years and older…now my penguin Wasley is a little under that nineteen year limit but I promise I will smuggle him in some way.
That or I can bribe Derek Adonis? I’m sure Kablamia could use some very special “We…THE PEOPLE’S…Bunkhouse Stampede Lube”...or “We…THE PEOPLE’S…Bunkhouse Stampede Baby Oil”...Stick with me, Derek! I got plenty of money making ideas for you!
All that will have to wait until later because Kimmymania isn’t coming to Kablamia just to have fun. Although you can believe that much fun will be had by one and all with the one true Queen of Chaos…accept NO substitutes…around entertaining the masses! Fun will be had but I am also here on some business as well and that business is called The Shot of Adrenaline Tournament.
Heh Heh, I said “shot”, heh heh…
I don’t think I need to say anything else about The Shot of Adrenaline Tournament. I think I have made my personal views of this tournament perfectly clear. It isn’t just the fact that this is really and truly The Shot of Boredom Tournament, but this tournament and my continued participation in it is distracting me from the two goals I really and truly want to accomplish, the only two things I have left that I want to do in SCW; I want to win back the SCW Underground Championship. I want to win the SCW World Championship and thus complete the Supreme Championship. Becoming Adrenaline Champion again is not something I particularly want to do. If I happen to win this tournament, or if I happen to become Adrenaline Champion in the process, I have made my intentions clear; I will vacate the title.
Now the old me, from years ago, would’ve likely spat in the face of authority and just thrown the tournament. Get intentionally counted out. Get intentionally disqualified. Just lie down and let the other person pin me. Lose intentionally the remainder of the matches to just make a point. But that Kim of old is long gone. Throwing this tournament is not something I can do, not anymore. See, back then I did not think myself worthy of my family’s wrestling legacy. But I worked my ass off to prove to myself that I was worthy, that I did belong among the Jones family greats. Now I recognize the importance of competition because I did not bust my ass, I did not bleed and sacrifice my body, for nothing. Throwing this tournament would be disrespectful to those who DO care about the Adrenaline Title. I cannot do that.
Besides, winning this tournament could help me achieve my real goals. I mean, imagine if I do manage to go all the way and win this tournament? Some of the best names, toughest competitors in SCW right now are competing in it. Imagine if I were to win? It would be hard to argue that I am not worthy of at least consideration for one of those title shots that I really and truly want.
There is one other reason why I cannot throw this tournament…specifically, why I cannot throw this next match…
…and that’s you, Deanna. We have quite the storied history, don’t we? We’ve been enemies and we’ve been friends. We’ve tried to destroy each other. We’ve fought alongside each other. Does that make us frenemies? I don’t know. I’d like to think we’re friends. At the very least I’d hope that there is some mutual respect because I do respect you. You have dared to set foot into territory where some would argue you didn’t belong and yet you survived. You took on challenges that others warned you to back away from and you survived. When most thought you would never be anything except Selena Frost’s sidekick, you stepped out of her shadow and made a name all your own. You took a part of the spotlight for yourself. You created a fanbase, a movement all your own…your gritters. And they should be very proud of what you have accomplished.
You deserve nothing less than the absolute best out of me. It would be disrespectful of me to hold back for any reason. So you can rest assured that you will get the woman who this very moment holds two world championships simultaneously. You will get one person who, better than anyone else, can weaponize chaos. You will get the one true Queen of Chaos because chaos is, and always has been, my bread and butter. It brought me to the dance, it gave me numerous victories, and if I have my way, it will provide me with this victory over you and two more points in the tournament.
Because I do have a drive to win, I have a motivation to win. I need to earn my way to my goal, to my personal finish line. And I need to give you the kind of fight you deserve, the kind of fight that I know you would want.
RE: Kimberly Williams vs. Deanna Frost - SnowQueenSCW - 11-07-2025
Frost No More
”Breakfast for Non-Champs!”
Eyrie Tower
New York City, New York
November 5th, 2025
7:13am
Deanna’s eyes felt heavy – not an uncommon feeling – causing her to blink a few more times and sip from one of Selena’s Monster-Energy drinks, the Zero-Sugar flavour – for lack of a better word – sliding on her tongue and making her wonder (not for the first time)...
How can she drink this stuff as much as she does?
For a moment, the redhead worried that her ex-wife, current-lover was bound to have a heart-attack or something with how much caffeine she consumed and how little she slept.
The villain of SCW... Deanna sighed sadly at the thought as morning sunlight slanted through the blinds, she had put them up in the kitchen to avoid getting too much of a headache this early. Still, the odd sunbeam did manage to catch the rising steam of pancake batter that wafted in front of her. The air smelled of cinnamon, syrup, bacon, and , admittedly, slightly burned toast.
Still counts as breakfast! the wrestler thought with determination as she flipped a pancake, trying to refocus herself. It did not take long for the reason for all this to creep up on her.
Lack of progress... Boo hoo... came the damn voice in her mind – The Heart of Vail. Still, there was no denying the truth it spoke. Deanna had been... decently?... progressing in SCW – with the Shot of Adrenaline Tournament being her guide/support. True, she wasn’t really part of the segments or big feuds these days... hell, she wasn’t even on the pay-per-view last weekend, but she didn’t have to be. She had the tournament to focus on and being more drama-free as the last few weeks had been with her only having to focus on the tournament, she was grateful for it!
It was simple. It was manageable. It let her prioritize her goal of winning the whole SoA – being in the top form necessary to do it, which she knew she would need if any of her matches became for the Adrenaline championship.
But while progress was okay at work... there was little to be had in her family, which was the reason for all of this, from the pancakes to mental tirades. While there had been that ‘promise’ of remarrying Selena if she succeeded – which was motivation in its own right – Deanna still hadn’t made any progress in healing the Snow Queen, nor repairing the rift between Selena and their eldest daughter. And she had tried so many ways! From discussions to outings for just the two of them. Nothing had worked! Elsianna still wouldn’t talk to Selena beyond insults and Selena was too scared of making things worse and driving their daughter away to another smoker... or worse...
Or worse indeed...
The sound of her phone buzzing broke her thoughts, the device vibrating from where it lay balanced on a slant against the flour jar. Startled, Deanna quickly checked the phone with her free hand, the other sliding the finished pancake onto a stack of them nearby her.
Remember—cardio before drills. You’re not twenty anymore, Frost.
Quickly, Deanna’s emerald eyes shot left and right to ensure no one was spying on her before thumbing a quick reply with the non-spatula-holding hand, a quick ‘Will do’ before turning the screen off and almost slamming the phone onto the counter, her heart unnecessarily racing.
Oh, this is cute! came that infernal voice. It’s like you’re cheating on your Snow-doll!
The redhead growled at the mere thought. She would never! Not in a million years! Not for a million dollar! Change that to a billion for both!
Even so, the redhead could not deny that she was hiding this from Selena. It had started a little over a month ago. With her struggle against Spencer Pryce, and his subsequent elimination (and two free points for the majority of the contestants), Deanna had spent the first few days following the tournament’s announcement trying to think of any other way to better her chances at winning it. While some saw it as ‘fun’ or a chance to ‘flex’ and some even saw it as a waste of their time or had zero interest in it, the tournament was all the young Frost could think about. She needed to win it. She had to win it.
The solution came one night as she had been scrolling along TikTok. Another advertisement – this one about ‘being fit and ready by X number of months’. She’d seen so many of them it was almost eye-rolling, but it had given her an idea. For as long as she had been a wrestler, she had only been trained by Selena. Not a problem when your partner is one of the greatest wrestlers in the world today, but... it was still only one opinion, and with all the drama loaded into their lives...
Before the redhead had realized it, she had recruited and hired a personal trainer. She had stumbled upon the woman’s ‘fitness-trainer’ advertisement and something about it seemed... right? The woman wasn’t a wrestler, but that’s not what Deanna wanted. She didn’t want to learn more ‘ring moves’. She wanted her strength and speed back. She wanted her reflexes back. She wanted to be... wanted to be...
This just might be Deanna’s tournament to lose the further in we get!
That was it! Devon Kayl’s words had nailed it. She wanted to be as good as a few people were starting to believe she was. She didn’t WANT to lose this tournament. She didn’t want to lose to Kimberly. Or Dexter. Or anyone. And so far, the training had helped these past few weeks. Still, it did nothing to help her be up THIS early in the damn morning...
With a tired chuckle, the redhead started another pancake. Was she guilty about hiding her training from Selena? A little. But if she had to stay out of the Snow Queen’s business in SCW, then she had a right to privacy of her own business too! And after nine months of therapy rooms and silence - Nine months of living inside her own head while the world of SCW moved on without her – it felt good to have more and more things that were ‘just hers’.
She heard the footsteps behind before she heard the voice. “Mom,” Elsianna’s voice cut through her thoughts. “The pancakes are burning.” she added flatly as she wobbled into the kitchen with her crutches.
Hearing her words, Deanna cursed softly under her breath and attended the ‘slightly overdone’ pancake. “I’ll eat that one.” she settled before returning her attention to her daughter. “Morning, sweetheart.” she tried. “Did I wake you?”
From where she sat at the corner of the table, Elsianna shook her head, placing her crutches down beside her and immediately pulling out her cellphone. Her own platinum-blonde hair was tied in a high ponytail and she still wore her dark-green pyjamas.
“I didn’t smell anything till after I was up.” she said without looking up. “Carbo-loading for the tournament?”
Deanna gave a roll of her eyes before turning off the stove. “I do still cook breakfast for you and your brother and sister when I can.” she replied, wiping her hands on the nearby kitchen-towel.
“Uh-huh.” Elsianna nodded, eyes still on her screen, “I don’t think even David could eat that many pancakes.” she gestured with her finger towards the growing stack of flapjacks. “That’s not normal.”
“Who said I was normal?” Deanna fired back, earning a knowing ghost of a grin from the teen. VICTORY!
The feeling disappeared as the sound of footsteps echoed down the hallway. Unlike Elsianna’s, some were energetic, some were quieter... and one set... Deanna fixated on that set: crisp, measured. She knew who’s steps those were.
“Morning.” Selena spoke slowly, gauging the scene before her eyes for a second before heading towards the fridge, quick to grab one of her energy drinks from it. “Who burned breakfast this time?”
“Mommy!” Amiliah announced from where she stood beside Selena, dressed in the cutest light-red pyjamas.
“Traitor.” Deanna pointed her spatula at the child in a mockingly stern tone. “I feed you, and this is how you repay me?”
She didn’t have to see it to know Selena had smiled a little at that, though she looked anyway – just in time to see the former world champion moving her drink to her face to cover it. “Burning breakfast? Must be a Frost family trait.” the Snow Queen offered with a sip of her drink. “Don’t tell anyone. 90% of the SCW roster would have a field day!”
“Oh, like you’re one to talk!” Deanna scoffed. “Remember that time you set off the smoke alarm?”
“That was an electrical malfunction.” Selena countered.
“It was the toaster.” Deanna threw back
“Still electrical.”
Deanna rolled her eyes at the ‘counter’, catching a similar expression from David as he walked past his sister and mother to sit at the table, though his eyeroll was more out of embarrassment. Ewww... Affection... Someday, he’ll understand. Deanna thought.
For a moment, as she took in this scene, it felt almost normal. A family scene so ordinary it almost erased the sharp edges beneath it.
Almost. came the mocking voice.
As if on cue, Selena’s smile faded and she cleared her throat. “So... people might be calling here today regarding what happened at Under Attack...” and just like that, it was as if all the joy had been sucked out of the room. “I’d appreciate it if nobody say anything to anyone.”
“Same as always.” Elsianna’s fork clinked hard against her plate. “Stay quiet. Don’t say anything that could make the dreaded ‘Snow Queen’ look anything less than ‘all powerful’.”
Hearing this, Deanna saw Selena’s eyes close, the woman taking a deep inhale and exhale. The redhead felt the tension before the next words came.
“That isn’t what I meant, Elsianna.” Selena tried, only to be interrupted by her daughter.
“Do you like being hated?”
The question brought a swift silence to the whole family, even Deanna was unsure how to proceed.
Slowly, Selena blinked, finally turning her gaze towards her eldest child. “It’s a job, Elsa.” she tried. “Everyone had a role to play. I...they... the audience just enjoy hating me, so...” she gave a lame shrug. “Someone has to play the bad guy.”
“So what?” the young girl shrugged her shoulders. “They make you one, and you just… go along with it.”
Selena’s jaw tightened at the accusation in Elsa’s tone. “That’s the business.” she answered sharply, earning a scoff from Elsianna.
“It’s fake,” she stated in disgust. “You’re fake.”
“Hey. Enough!” Deanna slammed her spatula onto the counter sharply, eyeing both mother and daughter. “Nobody here is fake, okay? Elsa, your mom has gone through a lot for her job, okay? Things you don’t really want to know about. But she’s in a...” she eyed Selena. “Rough place right now that we’re trying to fix.”
A second passed before Elsianna grumbled a single line – “I liked it better the way it was before...” – before retreating back to her phone and world of texting and videos. Thankfully, Selena didn’t press the matter either, the taller woman finally taking a seat and allowing Deanna to doll out the first servings of pancakes and bacon. The morning seemed to fall into a routine after that. Few words were exchanged as the ‘family’ worked through their breakfast before the kids were ushered away to get ready for school, leaving the Frost wives to clean the dishes. Even then, Deanna felt Selena’s presence moving in tandem with hers — not coordinated, exactly, but practised, like two people who used to dance to the same rhythm. Like something on automatic pilot.
And it warmed something in Deanna’s chest.
“Sorry.” Selena tried. “I didn’t mean to set Elsa off.” she tried to offer as she cleaned a plate. “I appreciate you trying to make a nice breakfast for us.”
“How did you-”
“Kind of obvious.” Selena shrugged simply. “First it was the obsessive cleaning, now this- not to mention the sex.”
The remark caught Deanna off guard for a second, the redhead turning her head to eye Selena’s piercing glare. Instead of blushing, the redhead simply shrugged her shoulders.
“Unrelated.” she answered honestly. “I mean, the cleaning and cooking, yes, somewhat. But my time with you?” She shook her head. “Unrelated to work or Elsa.”
“Really-”
“I am making up for lost time.” Deanna interjected firmly. “Time I don’t want to lose with you again.”
A loaded silence fell between the two – emotion high – before Selena slowly nodded her head. “I... I appreciate that.” she allowed herself to say. “More than I can say sometimes.”
Putting her dish away, Deanna noticed her wife eyeing the wedding ring she wore, causing Deanna to eye her own for a second before reaching out to take the ring-wearing hand of her partner, squeezing it tight. “We’ll get you there.” she whispered in a promise, smiling as Selena gazed up at her, the Snow Queen leaning in for a gentle kiss that the redhead returned affectionately – only for the sound of steps and crutches to be heard as Elsianna came from the hall towards the front door with her ‘swinging gait’, her backback strapped over her arms.
“I’m walking today.” she stated.
“No you’re not.” Selena stated softly but firmly, Deanna quick to catch her.
“It’s a long walk.” the redhead tried.
“I like walking.” Elsa explained.
“With a broken leg?” David joked, oblivious to the scene as he strolled towards the doors that linked to the elevator, Amiliah with him. “Scuse us, turtle.” he teased Elsianna, pushing the button for the down elevator and strolling in with Amiliah. “See you in the lobby!” he called out to his mothers as the doors closed.
A heavy silence filled the space, which Selena broke. “You’ve got first period with Ms. Vandeven. She’ll roast you if you’re late again.”
“Then I’ll walk faster.” Elsa countered firmly and sharply, eyes narrowing at her mother.
“Snowflake...”
“DON’T CALL ME THAT!”
The yell made even the windows shake a little, further relaying the shock that ripped through the space. Without a word, Elsianna turned and swung-walked her way to the elevator, pushing the button and entering it without gazing back at her mothers. Even when the doors closed in front of the child, neither Selena or Deanna moved right away.
Well, that went well! laughed the voice. How bout next- Deanna didn’t let it finish, banishing the voice as far into the depths of her mind as she could. Selena, meanwhile, had marched over to the fridge, pulling the door open to get another energy drink.
“You know you’re only supposed to have one-” Deanna didn’t mean to say it – it had come out automatically - but the second she did, she regretted it, as Selena suddenly stopped her fingers from opening the can, and instead threw it hard into the nearby sink, the hiss of the escaping drink fizzling out and into the confines. It did startle Deanna, she had to admit, but didn’t upset her nearly as much as seeing the platinum-blonde like this. Selena’s eyes were slammed shut and her arms were wrapped around herself tightly, hands clutching at the biceps.
“What more can I do?” came the inevitable whisper from the Snow Queen. “Everything is falling apart.”
“It’s not falling apart.” Deanna sighed, moving over towards the sink and throwing a gaze at it. Carefully, she picked up the still spilling can and stood it upright to stop it from further leaking into the sink.
“I’ve called her that since before she was born.” Selena threw back, turning her gaze towards her partner.
“I know.” the younger Frost nodded. “She didn’t mean it, Selena. She’s still hurting.”
“I know!” the platinum-blonde groaned in frustration. “But what more can I do? I let her and Asuna see each other again. I’ve tried to get her help. I’ve tried to give her space. I let her say things like... that.” she gestured towards the doors Elsianna had disappeared behind.
“But look at the progress.” Deanna implored. “She promised not to smoke anymore, so far, she’s keeping that promise. She’s not sneaking out-” But how much sneaking can you do on a broken leg? – “And when I talk to her, she seems more herself. It’s just...”
“Me.” Selena nodded, already knowing the answer. “It’s all me.” she scoffed. “I knew trying to put the family back together was a mistake. I was better off just going back to Nome while you all lived here-”
“Don’t be ridiculous!” Deanna pressed, stepping up closer to Selena. “You’re not going to get better if you hide away up there, okay? And I sure as hell don’t want you up there with Ryan still there.”
“He’s in jail.”
“For now.” Deanna scoffed. “But I’m not trusting a Scythe very far – except Gavin.”
Selena nodded in agreement, though she gave no sign of relief or comfort from Deanna’s imploring. “It’s more than that, Deanna.” Selena sighed. “I just... this and... and work...”
“What’s wrong with work?” Deanna asked, raising an eyebrow.
“Oh come on!” Selena laughed. “Don’t tell me you didn’t notice! Neither of us were booked for the damn pay-per-view!”
Deanna shrugged. “They wanted my match on the next show.”
“Some stupid ‘Supreme Saturday’ ripoff involving the biggest joke in SCW history? Stellar!” Selena laughed. “That’ll boost credibility for our family!”
“You’re taking it too personally.” Deanna tried. “Look, you want the Glimmer sisters? They’re busy and you still don’t have a partner. You want the world champion – busy. There was nothing for you, Selena. It happens!”
“Not when you’re...” the Snow Queen stopped herself, trying not to say the next word.
“When you’re what?” Deanna pressed. “When you’re ‘you’?” she had to shake her head sadly at that. “You and I both know how quickly star-power, credibility, place on the card can be taken away.” Slowly, she walked past the former world champion, moving to continue her task of cleaning the dishes. “You’re more worried about how many segments and matches you have than I am, Selena. I just want to compete. Long as I can, that’s what matters to me. They want someone else to do the talking and promoting, that’s fine with me.”
Selena was silent for a moment and, for what it was worth, Deanna felt proud. She didn’t care about being on one card or another or if she spent a few Breakdowns not in front of a camera outside of her wrestling matches. She’d rather have that and have the focus be on her abilities and skills rather than the drama, especially with how things were right now.
The ding of the elevator doors opening caught their attention, both women looking – and quietly hoping – to see Elsianna return...
“Mommy, we forgot the lucky bracelet!” Amiliah burst into the space like a pink-clad hurricane. “The one with the hearts!”
Deanna blinked for a second, but eventually smiled. “The one you made from the bead kit?”
“Uh-huh! It’s for you!” she called back, rushing further into the suite, back to her room.
“For me?”
There was no reply until the boundless energy that was Amiliah Calypso Frost returned to the two mothers, a tangle of red and black thread with uneven beads of white and red in her hands. Quickly, she thrust the item into Deanna’s hands. “So you can win your tournament. You have to wear it or you’ll lose! It’s lucky!”
Taking the little charm in her hand, Deanna eyes the item. The beads spelled out something almost like her name — D-E-A-A-N-A, the extra “A” almost making her laugh out loud.
“Wow,” Deanna whispered, smiling despite herself. “I love it.” she added, tying it around her wrist. “See? It fits perfect. How’s it look?”
“Perfect.” Behind them came the answer, Selena leaning against the doorway, watching — an unreadable expression flickering between pride, nostalgia and a bit of jealousy. “Bus is leaving!” she called out suddenly, heading towards the door. “I’ll take them.” she threw back to Deanna gently.
“Thank you.” the redhead called out.
“Bye mom!” Amiliah called out again, the last of the Frost children following Selena to the elevator doors and exiting the suite.
For a moment, Deanna just stood there, her eyes eventually gazing down to the bracelet wrapped around her wrist. In that moment... she just couldn’t stop looking at the gift her daughter gave her.
“Lucky, huh?” she asked, turning the hand this way and that. “Might be needing that sooner rather than later...”
It actually hurt how much she truly believed that remark in that moment...
RE: Kimberly Williams vs. Deanna Frost - SnowQueenSCW - 11-09-2025
Frost No More
”Shadow on the Sidewalk”
Streets of NYC
New York City, New York
November 5th, 2025
7:43am
Deanna Frost tugged her hood a little lower over her dark-red hair as the cool breeze swept by her, winter clearly on the way. Despite the sun just rising up and the dim of night still evident, the redhead wore thick, dark sunglasses against her gray hoodie, her runners making little sound as she walked slowly along the streets, her eyes rarely leaving the streak of platinum-blonde just a short ways in front of her.
Elsianna walked stiffly, almost awkwardly with so many people marching fast around her, the crutches swinging awkwardly under her arms. Even from her distance, Deanna could hear each clack of the rubber tips hitting pavement – which only further unnerved her.
Twelve years old... she thought, not for the first time this morning. Stubborn as the day she’d been born...
She didn’t know who to blame for this. Selena for saying the wrong thing, Elsianna for refusing her mother any slack about it, or Deanna, herself, for not knowing how to stop the matter from escalating this morning as it had. It didn’t really matter now, did it? All she could do was bundle up, dress quick, and slip out of the tower after Elsianna without the twelve-year-old noticing.
HONK!
Emerald eyes flicked from Elsianna to the street ahead, to the impatient driver wanting the car in front of him to move. Elsianna kept her head down, moving at a steady pace, her backpack bouncing unevenly with each uneven hop as she, eventually, crossed the street.
Deanna stayed far enough behind that Elsianna wouldn’t notice, at least that’s what she was trying to do. She wasn’t some kind of ninja or whatever like those shows David loved to watch, but wrestling had taught her a lot about timing, about distance and rhythm – even if the redhead still felt a little rusty in those area.
It’s almost like tracking an opponent, isn’t it?
Deanna didn’t answer the mental thought of the Heart – mostly because the thought made her stomach twist in disgust. The young girl wasn’t an opponent. She was Deanna’s little girl. No matter how much is changing...
But everything’s changing, isn’t it?
She couldn’t deny that fact. Everything swirled around Selena, Deanna had to admit that to herself. Everything Selena did affected the family, and lately, it hadn’t been good at all. At least when she had started being a villain, there was some method to the madness. “The villain SCW needs...” that’s what she and Light in the Darkness had thought of The Snow Queen. But now? It was impossible to tell. She was fighting the obnoxious Glimmer Sisters – yay! – but then she was harassing people involved with the world title picture – not yay...
Following her daughter, Deanna remembered the words said earlier by her eldest child – wishing for things to be as they were. It was a child’s wish, but Deanna wanted nothing more than that. Hell, she’d give up the SoA tournament, her place in SCW, her very job in it, if it meant she could bring Selena back to that mindset of happiness and purpose. To go back to high-fiving fans and pointing at their signs. To care about the people, rather than trading the cheers for control and power – power Selena wielded viciously...
It was partly why Deanna needed to win the tournamnent – outside of the many reasons for herself. I have to show her it’s still possible... she thought. Still possible to have integrity and belief in SCW...
Deanna slowed her pace as Elsianna reached the corner by an old bakery. Even from her position, the redhead watched the owner wave from the window, calling out something friendly that Elsianna noticed. The young girl simply nodded and kept going, focusing on not bumping into anyone. The next few blocks passed by in a similar fashion, Deanna continuing to maintain the same distance behind her daughter, grateful that the weather hadn’t been working against either of them.
Then, halfway down Birch Avenue, as Elsianna crossed another street, following the crossing-lights, another impatient driver... another loud HONK! Elsianna jumped up, wobbling on her good leg, one crutch slipping out from under her. The world tilted and Deanna’s instincts kicked in before she could think.
“Elsa!”
She was moving before she realized it, reaching the girl before she could hit the pavement, arms flying out to catch her, steady and firm. Much in the same, perhaps a developed New-York-attitude, the redhead’s head jerked up, eyes flashing towards the car/driver.
“What is the matter with you?!” she yelled at the driver – who was clearly surprised, but then honked again! Oh,you little... “Go to hell!” Deanna called back to the driver as she carefully helped her daughter up and across the remainder of the street. It wasn’t until both their feet were back on sidewalk-concrete that she saw her daughter’s wide-eyed expression.
“Mom?!”
Deanna gave a huff before simply throwing a reassuring grin. “Hey, sweetheart. Go this way often?”
Elsianna scowled, embarrassed. “You followed me.”
“Guilty as charged.” Deanna brushed a leaf from her daughter’s sleeve. “You shouldn’t be walking on that leg and you know it.”
“I’m fine.” Elsianna tugged her arm free and grabbed her crutch again. “I just… needed to get away from the house.” she started walking again.
Deanna sighed softly. “From your mother, you mean.”
Elsianna’s lips pressed tight. “I said I’m fine.”
“Right,” Deanna said, straightening up. “Fine enough to nearly face-plant into a storm drain.”
To that, thankfully, Elsianna said nothing. Probably because she knew she’d have a hell of a time explaining it if she had fallen.
“C’mon,” Deanna ordered, leaning to the side off the sidewalk and waving her arm – classic trick every New-Yorker knew. “You’re not walking all the way on that leg. We’ll take a cab.”
“I can do it—” Elsianna tried
“Elsa, please.” Deanna pressed. “She’s not here. You don’t have to keep it going.”
The young girl hesitated for a moment... then nodded, allowing Deanna to refocus on hailing a cab, even throwing in a high-pitch whistle. A few moments later, a yellow cab rolled to a stop beside them and the redhead helped Elsianna inside, careful of the cast as she folded her crutches in.
The driver glanced back. “Where to?” he asked as Deanna settled in.
“The Manhattan New School.” Deanna said, giving the full address. The cab pulled out and was on the way in seconds.
Elsianna, meanwhile, stared out the window. “You didn’t have to do this,” she murmured.
“I know.” Deanna leaned back, pulling her hood and shades off. “I wanted to.”
“You don’t have to babysit me, Mom. I’m not five.”
“No, you’re twelve,” Deanna reminded, her voice taking a slight sterness. “Old enough to know better than to walk so many miles on a broken leg, but not old enough to realize how bad that could go.”
Elsianna gave her a sidelong look. “You sound like Selena.”
Deanna winced at that. “It’s not wrong to worry about family.” she tried. “How would you feel if Amiliah suddenly decided to talk to school by herself?”
The teenager’s head shot towards Deanna, her eyes full of alarm before realizing the question was hypothetical.
“People change,” Deanna said quietly, letting her daughter settle back down. “Sometimes it’s not forever.”
The redhead gave a sigh as Elsianna kept in silence, the wrestler trying desperately to explain the events of morning’s breakfast.
“Your mother... she’s in a bad place.” Deanna spoke slowly. “This business... what it’s done... It’s not all happy and good-times, Elsa. I’ve seen it and lived it but your mother? It’s so much worse. The way it can take the parts of you that used to shine and turn them into something cold...”
It was beyond tragic. While so many others had fallen or quit SCW in the last ten-plus years, Selena had endured, taking it all and standing for what she believed in... beaten to the ground until what got back up wasn’t that Selena anymore...
Elsianna frowned. “You still love wrestling.”
The question almost caught Deanna off-guard. “Yeah,” she replied softly. “Despite everything... I still do. That’s why I wanted to go back so badly. That’s why I want to win the tournament so badly.” she eyed her wrist, still wearing the bracelet Amiliah had given her.
The cab slowed at a red light. Outside, kids crossed the street in clumps, some laughing and some chasing each other. “I used to think she was a hero,” Elsianna finally said. “Mom — Selena, I mean. I used to watch her matches and think… ‘That’s what I want to be. Brave. Strong. Good.’”
“She was all those things,” Deanna said. “She still can be.”
“But not now,” Elsianna said flatly.
Deanna went to answer, but the cab had already slowed to a stop, arriving at Elsianna’s school. Paying the driver quickly, the older Frost stepped out first, helping Elsianna with her crutches and backpack.
“Thanks,” Elsianna said a bit awkwardly. “For… y’know. Not letting me fall on my face.”
Deanna smiled gently at her daughter. “No problem.” she replied simply.
The school’s warning bell rang in the distance. She would have been late if she had gone alone...
That’s how much she hates the Snow Queen...
“I’ll see you after school?” Elsianna’s voice broke through Deanna’s thoughts.
“You bet.”
Quietly, she watched Elsianna make her way up the path before shuffling back into the cab and giving the address of the Eyrie Tower next. As the car began its new destination, Deanna pulled out her phone to check it. As she predicted, a text from Selena blinked on the screen.
Did she go to school?
Deanna stared at it for a long moment – Of course Selena knew what she would do.
Yeah. She did. But you’ve got some work to do, Snow Queen.
Then she tucked the phone into her jacket, exhaled, leaving the last part of the message untyped and unsent. We both do...
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So... where do we start?
I guess we could begin with the concept of ‘uncharted waters’. Vague as that sounds, it is certainly apropos, isn’t it?
I mean, where are we headed? KABLAMia? Where is that? Never been there, I think – have we really ever talked about where that is even located? A 19+ event – never been part of that, really. What’s the demand? What’s the dress code? Is there a dress code? And there is no telling who will show up or who will do what!
What we have here, truly, is a large expanse of ‘unknown’, gritters. Where, how, what could happen/be allowed? And yet, swimming in that unknown sea, there is a single certainty. And that is the Shot of Adrenaline Tournament match. The match the maker of this event, Derek Adonis, himself, desired on his show! A match that he felt he NEEDED on his show!
So while I do not know much of what is to happen, I know what IS to happen is more important than mere words can say. This match up, this ‘next step’ in the SoA tournament, is so important! And while I won’t promise anything specific, nor will I ‘predict’ things like I have a crystal ball, I do have a certainty or two of my own.
You see, amidst the pomp, glitz, jokes, and questionable content, I KNOW the opponent I am going to face. I know her very well and she, gritters, knows me.
Kimberly Williams.
We could write novels about the history between you and I, Kimbery. Queen of the Death match fighting the Queen’s Guard? Champion vs. Challenger. There is no shortage to us fighting one another across my time here in SCW.
And while you have danced across a few matches in this tournament, taking the highest of highs and the lowest of lows with losing the Adrenaline title to Dexter Grant, I have been waiting for my chance to face you. Because, Kimmy, whether you want to take credit for it or not, YOU were the reason the tournament was considered in the first place. You and Dexter were the standards of the Adrenaline division, fighting incredible wars this way and that to the point SCW said “let’s raise the bar and bring back the tournament that did that for the division”. They believed the division – we – could do that. And you began the tournament as the champion, making you the standard of the whole thing!
My first match with Spencer Pryce? The match that started the tournament? I needed to try and match that standard. I found myself needing to meet that expectation. But winning a match for a standard and beating the person that personifies that standard? Well, they are two very different things.
I want to take you back a ways, Kimberly. Back to where our little feud REALLY began. I’m not talking about you kidnapping me or whatever. No, I’m talking about when I had to fight like hell to get a shot at the RTG pre-show against you for the Underground division. You took a look at me, Kimberly, and you said... that I didn’t belong there. That someone like me didn’t belong in the division you ruled. You set a standard, Kimmy, a bar you didn’t think someone like me could possibly reach...
But I did.
I beat you at your own game and became the Underground champion. My first upper-tier championship win. And the thing is, much as I was mad at you at the time, much as I didn’t like you back then, if you weren’t there telling me I couldn’t do it? I don’t think I would have been motivated enough to achieve that win. Call it a mind trick or something, I don’t care. The fact is that I needed that push, that standard to fight against, to push myself further than I believed possible at the time. And it was from that win that I was able to go further and further each and every month, every year...
Why do I bring this up now? Because, Kimberly, again, you are the standard. You and Dexter Grant are the standards of the Adrenaline Division, whether you want to be here or not. And if I have any hope of beating Grant, I have to be able to beat you, don’t I? If I have any hope of becoming Adrenaline champion, of winning this tournament, I have to be able to beat you, don’t I?
See, Kimberly, this whole time since I came back, everyone has asked up and down if I can ‘get back’ to where I was? Can Deanna Frost become what she was when she held the United States Championship for over a year? When she won the Elimination Chamber? And despite my best efforts, despite wanting more than anything to answer those questions with a ‘yes, and I will be even better’... I haven’t been able to.
Because I look at these last few months and see so many ‘couldn’ts’. I couldn’t regain the United States Championship and win at Rise to Greatness – the old Deanna was undefeated there. I couldn’t keep my team together to get out of even the first round of the Trios Tournament. Couldn’t protect Amelia from my own teammates who tried to take her out of the tournament before it even happened... things I don’t think the old Deanna would have messed up.
So... if I can’t beat you, Kimberly, something I’ve done before. Something the old Deanna Frost was able to do before... if I can’t beat you straight up? What does that say? What can I say?
But...
But if I can? If I can do what I did before? If I can do what I could only do when pushed beyond my limit before? Then yes, Kimberly! YES, I can say that I will be better than I ever was! Yes, I CAN be better that I ever was! That it’s as real a goal as becoming the Adrenaline Champion and winning the Shot of Adrenaline Tournament!
So when you said that you wanted to win this match simply because of me, Kimberly, I appreciated it, I respected it, it honoured me, but you have no idea the situation you have put yourself in with that admission. Because while you are coming into KABLAMia with one drive, I am coming in with two!
Because, unlike you, Kimberly, I don’t want to just win a match against you. I want to win the title you’ve already held. I want to win the tournament you don’t want to be in! I want to beat you and Grant and everyone in this tournament and have my hand raised high and say as loud as my lungs can manage that I am THE SCW ADRENALINE CHAMPION!
While you are driven, Kimberly, and coming at me with the desire to beat me and win a match, understand that I am coming at you not only matching that same desire, but also raising the damn bar because you are not just fighting against that desire, you are fighting against my very hopes and dreams! You are fighting against my very future here in SCW! Because for me? The Adrenaline title – this tournament – is MY world championship, Kimberly. It is MY Underground title. It is MY Supreme Champion status – all rolled into one.
Amidst these unknown waters, I don’t know much, but I know that I will NOT sink. I will not drown under the doubt! I will do what Deanna Frost – in any iteration – has always done and that is fight with all the grit she has in her body!
Someone said, not too long ago, Kimberly, that this is my tournament to lose. Well... tonight, in KABLAMia... I am going to prove them... and myself... right! Whether you want to be part of that or not!
Checkmate, bitches!