Deanna Frost Fatal Fortunes Roleplays

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Frost No More

”Celebration Derailed”

Eyrie Tower
New York City, New York
December 22nd, 2025
6:48pm

Christmas had a way of making the penthouse suite feel more like a home to Deanna. Granted, it was nothing compared to the beauty and homeliness of her ‘Forever Home’, a continued dull ache in her heart, but still... she had refused to the let this holiday-time with its new location ruin the Christmas her family sorely needed!

Even if my wife hates it.
Ex-wife... hiss-mocked the dark voice in her head.
Not for much longer! Deanna mentally shot back, confidence flaring in that moment.

She had made the decision when Selena had offered it, but it had been the pay-per-view that had driven her will to a level to believe she could get it. Whether it was after she had fixed everything and saved Selena or before, she was going to take the platinum-blonde up on her offer and remarry her. She would be Selena’s wife again.

We never should have divorced in the first place... she quietly admitted.

They were both flawed but who in this world wasn’t? They both made mistakes – continued to – but again, who didn’t? What mattered was they both were trying. Trying to balance their work-lives and their privates-lives together. And they both loved one another. Deanna couldn’t doubt that. She knew Selena loved her more than anything and the feeling was more than mutual.

So what if that meant she was married to the most hated person in SCW? Did she hate the things Selena did? Sometimes – especially at work. But that didn’t just ‘erase’ who Selena truly was. The point was... there was nothing Deanna could do. She was in love with Selena. She wanted to be her wife again. And that... well, that was that.

Taking a deep breath to steady herself, the redhead felt her bare feet under the wooden floors. She had done her best to decorate the place weeks ago and was quite pleased with how the place had been turned out. For her part, Selena had said nothing about it, other than a compliment here and there. No griping or pointing out the issues of the holiday, though Deanna wasn’t sure if that was just the older woman accepting things after so many years...

Or not wanting to piss off Elsianna more than she already has...

Taking a moment, Deanna gazed around the large room once more. Selena belonged in places like this. Places built to intimidate, to elevate, to remind everyone inside them who mattered most. Selena wore the height, the glass, the stone like armor—like proof that she deserved to be seen from miles away. That she mattered. That she was powerful.

But Deanna, herself? She didn’t need it. She didn’t really want it. She had learned to exist here differently. She chose warmth, chose noise that didn’t echo with dominance but with living and heart and home. She fought the building every day, in small stubborn ways, like cleaning and decor and activity. This wasn’t a fortress now that she and the children were here. No! This was a home! A rogue scarf thrown over a chair, a stack of comic books on a polished table, a mug left too long on the counter— she chose these things! Small acts of rebellion, sure, but enough to bend the space toward humanity and personality.

And for Christmas? Like the SoA tournament, she had fought harder than ever before!

Red and emerald lights wound around bannisters and columns. Electronic candles glowed on nearly every surface, filling the air with warmth, while the real candles filled the space with the faint scent of pine, vanilla, and sugar. But it was the Christmas tree that dominated the living area. It had been such a trial getting THAT into the elevator and up to the top floor! Still, it had been worth it!

Ornaments weighed down the branches: some cheap plastic ones from school fundraisers with names written on the back in crooked marker, while some were delicate glass pieces Selena had eyed quietly years ago. Others still were handmade by the children: construction paper, glue, glitter applied far too thickly.

Deanna’s gaze lingered on one ornament shaped like a cracked star, taped together years ago after Amiliah had dropped it, a faint smile coming to the redhead’s lips at the sight of it. Elsianna had insisted it still belonged on the tree and, she had to admit, Elsianna had been right.

“It’s still a star.” Deanna said, recalling her oldest daughter’s logic. “It just got hurt.”

The redhead lingered in the doorway, leaning her hip against the frame, fingers wrapped around a mug of spiced cider. Her body still hummed with the aftershock of the pay-per-view—muscles buzzing with that familiar ache that meant she’d pushed herself harder than ever before... and come back alive.

She felt the warmth of her drink in her hands. The adrenaline, the noise, the memory of the crowd chanting for her—she couldn’t shake the memory of it, like proof that the last nine months hadn’t been a dream, or a lie she’d told herself just to survive. Out of the corner of her eye, sitting on the nearby coffee-table, she saw the Christmas lights bouncing off the gold of the plates.... The SCW Adrenaline Championship...

Even now, days later, Deanna caught herself glancing at it as if it might vanish in a flash if she didn’t keep it in sight. The gold plates gleamed, catching reflections from the tree, the candles, the windows. The SCW insignia flashed back at her when she shifted. She’d placed the belt carefully beside a tray of sugar cookies shaped like snowflakes and stars. Approaching it, she traced one line of engraving absentmindedly with her finger.

It had been so satisfying to deal that defeat to Dexter Grant, she had to admit. It had been bad enough how he had ‘gotten through’ this tournament favouring short-cuts and ‘deals’ and ‘interference’. But to turn all that on her? To declare everything she had gone through as a ‘sham’? A ‘ploy’? Something to ‘garner attention’? And then, to try and barter his way out of the match? To put it off to the finals? To declare that he would end the SoA tournament by defeating her? And then to regurgitate it as they stood in the ring?

Deanna’s extended hand tightened into a fist. Grant didn’t give a damn about the tournament or the title or the fans. He was a coward, pure and simple. Always wanting the easy path rather than earning his way through – and maybe that was fine for him... but it wasn’t the way Deanna wanted. Nor was it the way she wanted the tournament or the division to head. And now? She could actually try and ensure that.

Provided you don’t fuck it up at Fatal Fortunes or against your last opponent in the rounds...

The redhead drew her hand back, emerald eyes eyeing the plate of cookies beside the title-belt. Elsianna had helped bake the treats earlier. The young girl, Deanna recalled, had worked in focused silence, spacing the cookies perfectly, measuring icing lines with near-military precision. So like Selena.... Of course, when Deanna had joked about it, Elsianna hadn’t smiled.

“I just don’t want them to be wrong,” she’d said.
One cookie leaned against the belt now, frosting smudged, imperfect. The imperfection further brightened Deanna’s smile.

She was imperfect. Even broken still in some ways. And yet... she was also... Undefeated. Adrenaline Champion.

The words still felt unreal in her head. Nine months ago, she hadn’t been sure she’d ever step into a ring again—hadn’t been sure she’d ever feel safe under those lights. There had been nights when the thought of ropes and crowds made her chest seize. Nights where she’d lain awake beside Selena, staring at the ceiling, wondering if coming back so early meant breaking herself all over again. Or breaking what little peace she’d managed to rebuild...

A sharp bark pulled her out of the thoughts. Oberon trotted past her legs, tail wagging lazily, white fur bright against the dark floor. The Samoyed paused near the tree, head tilting as if considering something... then he sniffed suspiciously at one of the lower branches.

“No...” Deanna murmured automatically. “That is not THAT kind of tree!”

From within the tree came a soft crash, earning a sigh from the redhead. “Midna,” Deanna warned without looking.

Two bright eyes blinked at her as a furry head poked out from between branches. The black kitten remained entirely unfazed, tail flicking lazily. But with its voice seemed to come more noise, breaking the silence Deanna had enjoyed. From across the room, growing louder, came the human voices Deanna recognized:

“I’m telling you,” David insisted as he entered the room, Nintendo Switch in his hands, “Thor wins. Every time.”
“No he doesn’t!” Amiliah protested, hands planted firmly on her hips. “Captain Marvel can fly into space!”
“So can Thor!”
“But he needs a hammer!”
“That’s like saying Iron Man needs a suit!”
“Exactly!”

Their argument dissolved into overlapping voices, neither listening because both were convinced they were right. Still, rather than be annoyed, Deanna merely smiled faintly. David’s black hair had fallen into his eyes again, the white streak at his temples catching the light as he gestured wildly as he sat on the couch. Amiliah bounced on her toes, fierce and unyielding, her small frame vibrating with certainty. And yet, every few seconds, Amiliah’s gaze flicked toward the stairs, causing Deanna’s gaze to, eventually, do the same.

Elsianna stood on the upper landing. She was hanging paper snowflakes along the railing, her gloved hands moving methodically, measuring spacing, straightening edges, and even comparing designs so they ‘complimented’ each other. Platinum-blonde hair fell straight down her back, like Selena’s though Elsianna wore it loose more often, as if deliberately refusing the echo.

Reserved. Controlled. That’s what every action her daughter did screamed. It was only when she was arguing with Selena that that mask would slip, revealing the emotions – both good and bad – that lay buried underneath.

Deanna’s chest tightened at the thought, her memories filling her head on their own. She remembered how Elsianna used to laugh louder. She used to run down the stairs two at a time, fearlessly, calling out stories about school before her backpack even hit the floor. She used to idolize Selena openly, proudly, wearing the Frost name like armour. Now she wore gloves year-round and weighed every smile like it might cost her something.

And just with those thoughts, Deanna heard behind her, another set of footsteps approaching—measured, restless. She knew without having to look.

Selena.

“You’re pacing,” Deanna said softly without turning her head, causing the platinum-blonde to stop beside her.

“Am I?” she asked.
“Yes.”
A pause stretched between them. Eventually, Selena exhaled. “You’re still keeping it on display.”
Deanna glanced over at the belt sitting by the cookies. “I earned it.”
“I didn’t say you didn’t.”

But there it was—that edge. That subtle twist that made even acknowledgement feel like comparison. Like a scoreboard neither of them had agreed to keep. It wasn’t that surprising. For the whole time of this tournament, Deanna had been the one that was compared to Selena – the redhead taking part of the tournament that the Snow Queen had helped make famous. Now? For the first time, there was a difference forming. In neither year had Selena run the table, going undefeated throughout the tournament. Never had she WON the title until the finals of the 2016 version.

But Deanna? She was so close to doing that – what Selena never could. And now? Now that was what people were comparing them to. How much ‘better’ Deanna was doing it. The redhead had to admit, it felt kind of good to be so regarded, if only marginally. Still, she refused to brag about it verbally. That would be unfair. But proudly displaying the title she had won and fought like hell for? She wasn’t above that!

Finally, she turned towards the taller woman. Selena stood there, arms crossed, and platinum-blonde hair pulled back into a loose braid. Her sapphire-blue eyes flicked to the belt a few times, then always away.

“You okay?” Deanna asked.
Selena shrugged. “You’re the one glowing.”
“I’m allowed.” Deanna shrugged with a smile. “I’m a champion again.”
“Yeah,” Selena replied. “Whole arena noticed.”

Deanna heard what Selena didn’t say. Least they still love and respect you. She swallowed. “You won too.”
Selena’s lips twitched a little, the disgust clear. “Technically.”

The word sat between them. Yes, Selena had won and gotten her guaranteed shot against the Glimmers after months of what the Snow Queen called “Ring around the goddamn rosey” but the win had come like all her other matches. Controversial. Tainted. Deanna also wanted to say ‘karma’ and ‘comeuppance’ but she held her tongue at that. Still, there was no denying the satisfaction she felt after seeing Selena so smug after her actions against Xander, only for those actions to come back and bite the platinum-blonde – hopefully a lesson learned.

Before Deanna could respond, Amiliah’s voice rang out. “Mom! Mommy! Come see!”

Deanna turned toward the living room. “I’ll be right there, Lia.” she affectionately called out, using the nickname Amiliah had asked for weeks ago. She took a step forward before the thought came to her – causing her to turn back towards Selena. “Tonight’s supposed to be good.” she said quietly.

Selena didn’t answer, merely giving a shrug for a response. Knowing she wouldn’t get more, Deanna crossed the room, ruffling David’s hair as she passed. “Cake!” she announced.

Cheers erupted instantly. Amiliah bounced. David fist-pumped. Even Elsianna smiled faintly as she came down the stairs, careful but steadier now that her cast was gone. As they gathered around the table—dragged closer to the tree— and the cake was brought out, Deanna felt a fragile peace settle over her. All the kids had demanded some kind of celebration for Deanna’s victory, though the redhead suspected they were just looking for a reason – any reason – to have ice-cream cake! Still, Selena had complied, and Deanna could only go along with it – quietly loving it more than she could say.

Carefully, Elsianna cut the cake while Amiliah narrated every step. Elsa passed out plates and when she reached Deanna, her gaze flicked to the championship belt, eyes lighting up despite herself.

“It looks cooler up close,” Elsianna said quietly as she sat beside the redhead.
“You helped me win it.” Deanna whispered, smiling at her daughter.
“I just told you not to quit.”
“Still counts.”

Selena sat last. She didn’t reach for cake right away. Instead, she looked at them, eyes lingering on Elsianna, then Deanna. Finally, she lifted her glass.

“To Mom.” she said with a smile. “Adrenaline Champion. Undefeated.”
“To Mom!” Everyone responded, while Deanna beamed, unable to stop herself.

They clinked glasses. For a heartbeat, it almost felt like before... imperfect but perfect at the same time...

“So why were people booing Mother again?”

The warmth shattered instantly by David’s question. Deanna’s eyes flew to Selena in time to see the Snow Queen stiffen immediately. Taking a deep breath, the platinum-blonde settled on a familiar answer. “It’s complicated.”

“Is it because of the chair?” Amiliah asked innocently.
With a sigh, Deanna closed her eyes, sensing the tension mounting unknowingly by the children and their questions.

Biting her lower lip, Selena stood. “Fine.” she stated, her patience reaching its limit. “He was sticking his nose where it didn’t belong.”

There was only a moment of silence while Elsianna looked around. “That’s it?” she asked, staring at her mother. “That’s all you can say? You tried to take him out for good!”

“I tried to protect myself.” Selena remarked. “He would have done the same thing to me, especially after Enigma hurt his ego like that. He was a liability that would have come after me-”

“He’s had concussions!” Elsianna countered. “You’re telling me you’re risking someone’s well-being, their life, just because he ‘might’ go after you?”

“You don’t know what you’re talking about.” Selena remarked. “That man has done so much damage to me and to us – this family – so I KNOW what he would have done if I hadn’t!”

Despite knowing it wouldn’t work, Deanna stood up, trying to calm emotions. “Selena—”

“Come on, Deanna!” Selena interjected. “How many times has he tried to end my career like he did Regan’s? How many times did he go after you? He came to our house! He’s threatened my life more times than practically anyone! Putting my head on a stake! Tearing my face off! Making our children orphans-”

“Selena!” Deanna warned. “Not here and not now!”

“Why does everyone think I’m wrong?” Selena asked. “That man’s ego has ruined so many people’s lives and made my career go through hell! Trust me! If I had just let things be, he would have attacked me in Montreal anyway! Just to prove he wasn’t weak! I just wanted to end things and get management off my back over this forced team-up!”

“What you did wasn’t ‘ending thing’.” Deanna said quietly. “It was escalating. I watched it back.” she added. “And I hated it.”

The words shattered the room, creating a void of sound. One that was broken by something just as raw and damaging.

“That’s why I don’t want the Frost name anymore,” Elsianna said quietly, yet strongly. Silence once more, though shorter than the last. “To Springs.” Elsianna added.

“This again.” Selena sighed in frustration. “That name is our legacy.” she tried to explain.
“It’s YOUR legacy!” Elsianna countered.
“Look, Elsa...” Selena tried again. “I know it’s been hard on you with how things have been going the last year or two. I’m sorry, okay? But you’re seeing that short time instead of over a decade of good that I did!”

“No, I’m not.” Elsianna countered. “It’s BECAUSE of the good I know you’re capable of that all of this now hurts so damn much!”
“That isn’t a reason to want a different name!”

“Are you kidding?” Elsianna asked, gesturing a hand towards Deanna. “Your own WIFE wants to be out of your shadow! Or are you too egotistical to see that she’s actually smiling for the first time now that people are looking at her as her own person-”

“Enough!”

The voice came from Deanna, sharp and commanding. “This is not the time or place for this!” she added, eyeing both women. “

Slowly, Elsianna looked away, shaking her head. “I can’t do this.” she stated, turning to leave. “Things were better back in Manhattan!” she stated before leaving the room. David and Amiliah could only gaze at one another awkwardly, while the pets stayed silent, thankfully.

Giving a long sigh, Deanna shook her head, eyeing Selena. Though it was David that broke the silence.

“Did... Did I ruin things?”
Immediately, Deanna was shaking her head, regarding her son. “No, David.” She explained. “It’s just... it’s hard right now. Your mom and sister are at odds.”

The young boy huffed. “I don’t get it!” he shrugged his shoulders. “Mom’s just playing a role on TV. Like the Marvel movies. Why does Elsa gotta be so butthurt about that?”
“DAVID!” Deanna recoiled in shock.

“What? It’s true!” he turned to Selena. “You’re a good mom, mostly.” he shrugged. “Why she so upset that you don’t play one on TV? Can’t she tell it’s a part?”

“It’s...” Selena had been shocked by her son’s assessment, but chose her words carefully. “It’s a little more complicated than that, David. It’s not always so black-and-white when it comes to SCW. And some people can’t see that I’m...” she gave a shrug. “I’m just trying to help.”

“Can’t mommy just go back to being good again?” Amiliah asked with a shrug.

“Good question.” Deanna stated, eyeing Selena. “Well?”
“It’s not that simple.” Selena replied. “I’m not as lovable as your mom is.” Was all she could finish, causing Amiliah to nod, then shake her head before excusing herself to check on her sister.

Selena’s response was a dodge, but Deanna couldn’t counter it. The issue was that so much of Selena’s ‘issues’ were rooted in some genuine problems with SCW – their choices and actions adding fuel to the fire, making such a ‘transition’ beyond impossible.

Still... there had to be a way...

“I’m going to go talk to her.” Deanna decided, moving past Selena, only to stop as she heard a familiar ‘ding’ coming from the adjacent hallway.

The elevator...

Perhaps it was the sudden dread that gripped her that made her move towards the sound, or maybe it was some kind of motherly intuition. Whatever the reason, she pivoted and marched towards the elevator, reaching it just in time to see the doors close fully – simultaneous with Amiliah suddenly rushing back into the room where everyone else was.

“Elsa’s not in her room!”

It was like the pieces fell into place in Deanna’s mind as the others worked to figure it out. However, it didn’t take long for her to hear those familiar footsteps as Selena stood behind Deanna once more.

“She wouldn’t—” Selena half-stated, half-begged.
“She did.” Deanna said, voice breaking, not needing so much confirmation anymore to trust her instincts.

Elsa was gone. Their daughter had run away. And the room glowed so much less without her in it...

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OOC: Takes place following Selena's first roleplay.

Frost No More

“What Lingers After”

Eyrie Tower
New York City, New York
December 23rd, 2025
2:41am

Sleep refused to come. Hardly surprising.

Deanna lay on her side, staring at the faint glow bleeding in through the crack in the drawn curtains covering the floor-to-ceiling windows. She could hear so much of the city below – the city that never sleeps – Just like me...

If she strained her senses to focus on her hearing, she could make out the sounds of a helicopter humming somewhere and an airplane flying in another direction...

The ever-present heartbeat of New York whispering that the world did not pause simply because hers felt cracked and tender.

Quietly, Deanna shifted for the third time in as many minutes, feeling the soft silk of the sheets beneath her bare legs, matching the soft silk of her green nightgown. Beside her, Selena lay rigid on her back, arms folded loosely across her chest, platinum hair fanned against the pillow like spilled moonlight. If she was asleep, it was the lightest version of it...

Deanna knew better. If she’s asleep, them I’m Dexter Grant... She quietly scoffed at the idea. She could never be someone like that. The man had a silver-tongue that rivalled Selena but a yellow-streak that disgusted the redhead.

Oberon was curled at the foot of the bed, a warm, white heap of fur that further kept Deanna’s feet warm, which she was grateful for. His breathing slow and steady. Even Midna, usually nocturnal and opinionated, was asleep, tucked away somewhere in the shadows of Elsianna’s room, watching her as if she knew what all had happened.

What had happened....
Almost lost again...

Elsianna was asleep down the hall. Safe and sound with her family. She had let Deanna take her up and take her home, Selena saying little more after her confession other than hailing a taxi to take them back to the Castle Suite. Exhaustion had won where reason and emotion had battled for hours and had the eldest Frost child had immediately taken a hot shower and gone to bed. Deanna had stood in the doorway longer than necessary during the last part, watching the slow, even rise and fall of her daughter’s chest. The sight had loosened something in her ribs she hadn’t realized was clenched so tightly.

Your family is safe...

And yet, Deanna felt anything but settled. She rolled onto her back, one arm draped over her eyes as if she could block out the rampant thoughts tunnelling through her mind.

The Forever Home lingered there like a ghost that refused to stay buried. The smell of cold wood and dust. The way Elsianna had wrapped herself in that blanket, small and fierce and heartbreakingly tired. The way Selena had knelt, stripped of every title she wore like armour, and those words...

“If being right costs me you…” Deanna swallowed.

She had spent so many years believing she understood Selena—her drive, her certainty, her need to control the narrative before it controlled her. But tonight had peeled back something raw and human. Something terrified of loss. Something that finally, finally admitted uncertainty.

It was her... Deanna’s heart skipped a beat. I know it was... I saw what I saw...

Deanna turned her head, studying Selena in the dim light.

She looked older when she slept like this. Not weaker — never that. Not even a beating from Xander F’N Valentine could entirely strip away Selena’s strength — but worn. Lines at the corners of her eyes, the multiple scars that raced across her bag and sides, the jaw that was always set so firmly now slackened... as if even her bones were tired of holding themselves together.

We never should have divorced…

The thought returned again, unwelcome and undeniable. Divorce hadn’t been a single moment or a single betrayal. It had been erosion. Choices made with the best of intentions. Silence defended as strength. Experience meaning wisdom and inexperience meaning ignorance as a form of ‘logic’. Both of them pushing their will on the other, hoping for support and conformity (even unknowingly) until one side broke.

And yet here they were again, sharing a bed again...

Nothing that is broken can’t be fixed...
Unless it’s broken to a thousand pieces strewn over the NYC road... Tick tock... mocked the voice.

Deanna exhaled slowly and reached out, fingertips brushing Selena’s forearm, feeling the familiar softness of the Snow Queen’s magenta nightgown – Selena’s favourite. She felt the older woman stir, just slightly.

“You awake?” Deanna whispered, already knowing the answer.
A pause. Then a quiet, “Yeah.”

The word carried no edge. No sarcasm or annoyance.

“Me too,” Deanna murmured, a faint, humorless smile touching her lips. “Shocking, I know.”

Selena huffed softly—half a laugh, half a breath she hadn’t realized she’d been holding. She turned her head, blue eyes catching the dim citylight.

“She sleeping?” Selena asked.
“Yes,” Deanna replied. “All of them are.”
“Good.”

They fell into silence again, but it was different now. This time, they were sharing it knowingly. Deanna kept her hand where it was, feeling the steady warmth beneath Selena’s arm through the fabric.

“I keep replaying it,” Selena said eventually, whispering though she really didn’t have to. “The look on her face.”

Deanna nodded even though Selena couldn’t see it. “She’s dealt with so much.”
“That shouldn’t be her burden.”
“No,” Deanna agreed softly. “It shouldn’t.”

Selena’s fingers twitched, then slowly reached up to curl around Deanna’s hand. The grip wasn’t tight, but it was deliberate.

“I...” she seemed unsure of what to say, or perhaps if she should say it. “I don’t know how to fix this,” Selena admitted.

Which was fine with the redhead, because her next confession was on equal, uncertain, ground. “Neither do I.”

Another silence. One Deanna refused to let linger. “We’ll figure it out.” she added after a moment. “We always do. Even when we break things first.”

Selena let out a breath that sounded suspiciously like relief. She turned slightly onto her side, facing Deanna now. Their foreheads nearly touched.

“You were incredible tonight.” Selena said quietly. “With her. With all of them.”
Deanna shook her head faintly. “I yelled.”
“You listened,” Selena corrected. “There’s a difference.”
Deanna smiled at that, small and tired. “You did too.”
Selena’s lips curved, just barely. “Don’t get used to it.”

“Never,” Deanna replied, matching the smile.
“I am still the villain, after all.” Selena whispered in the dark.

Deanna chose to ignore that last remark. Instead, she shifted closer, resting her head against Selena’s shoulder. This time, she didn’t overthink it. Selena’s arm came around her naturally, as if muscle memory had been waiting patiently to act. Sleep still hovered just out of reach, but the tossing stopped. The night no longer felt quite so sharp.

They both knew what was next. Tomorrow would bring conversations. Consequences. Choices.

But for now...
For this late, quiet hour...
They were here.

Together.


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So… where do we start?

Believe me, gritters, I wish I could go on and on in this promo thanking all of you for the support and belief. I wish I could take a moment – even a second – to celebrate with all of you. Because you deserve that!

You deserve to be recognized for your work in all of this. I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again: None of this that I have done would have been possible without all of you! You’ve helped me grow and learn and adapt and move on and get over so many things that have held me back for so long. And now? I’m standing before you as the new SCW Adrenaline Champion!

I want to stop for a second and let that soak in. I want to stop for a moment and just let it all hit me – how far we’ve come. What we’ve overcome. The journey travelled....

But I can’t...

I can’t do that, gritters. I can’t do that because there isn’t any time to do that. While some people may think that winning the Adrenaline title was the ‘goal’ and that, now that I’ve accomplished it, I can ease up on the throttle, those same people have been the ones thinking ill of me and my journey this whole time. Those same people want to take shortcuts and make declarations they can’t keep and force SCW o conform to ‘their ways’.

That’s not what’s happening here. The reason I cannot really savour this moment is because this title doesn’t just make a statement on our journey, gritters, but it raises the stakes on EVERY match going forward for us!

Because not only do we still have one more match in the round-robin of the Shot of Adrenaline tournament, we have Fatal Fortunes!

Two nights, SCW Universe! Two nights where, quite literally, anything can happen! Two nights where every championship MUST be defended, which means that I will be defending the SCW Adrenaline title on my first (or second) show as SCW Adrenaline Champion!

A defence where I am going in with no knowledge of who I am facing.  From Cid Turner to Gavin Taylor, it could be literally anyone or more than one person. Same with the type of match. All variable are unknown to me. I couldn’t be diving into darker, more unknown waters...

So I say we do what we always do with these kind of waters and friggin’ cannonball!

Because I could just do what the former champion would do and spout off five or six or seven or eight ‘theories’ of “This will happen! This will be said! This will be done!” and then act all high-and-mighty when one of those events actually happen. “Oh! Look at me! I predicted it! I’m so smart!”

Yeah, so smart and yet who’s the Adrenaline Champion?

I could do that and list off every opponent I could potentially face... or... I could just not care about ‘predictions’ or ‘theories’ or what arrogant ‘know-it-alls’ say and just be me and be honest, even if that plays right into their hands.

Cause yes! I intend to defend this championship with all I have! Just like Grant predicted. Yes! I intend to retain this championship through hard work and overcoming the odds – words that Grant predicted! Know why? And no, it’s not because Grant says so and it’s not because of some conspiracy.

I’m doing it because that’s what CHAMPIONS do!

That’s what people who believe in the division they represent are supposed to do! That’s why this place is called SUPREME Championship Wrestling! Cause we are the best! We are the peak of professional wrestling! We are the example of hard work, passion, and heart and, yes, grit! And if that mindset makes me boring or predictable or something that Grant can ‘list off’ in a never-ending spiel of predictions?

Then call me all of that! Because I rather be a boring, predictable champion that lives by those ideals than a loudmouth theorist that needs an ‘out’ for every match other than earning it!

I earned this championship. WE earned this championship, SCW Universe, and I will be damned if it ends at Fatal Fortunes. I will be damned if this championship slips out of the Shot of Adrenaline Tournament! I don’t want to think about ‘what could happen’ for my match outside of the title defence. I don’t want to think about what could happen when I am ‘the challenger’ and not ‘the champion’ for my name being drawn.

Because my mind and my heart, just like when Trios came around, isn’t in it. Where those things are is with this title. With keeping this title. With keeping the Shot of Adrenaline Tournament as the forefront of focus for SCW! Where this division is on the lips and minds of all the fans of SCW!  And there is no tournament without this title! It’s in the damn name!

Because I want to show SCW and the world what this title could be. For too long, we’ve had a champion that needed ‘specialty matches’ that only favoured him. Too long, we’ve had a champion that needed his follower to nab him point and victories. A champion that tired to make deals and weasel out of matches. That tried to buried talent that deserved to hold this title as much, and in many cases more, than he did!

No more! Say it with me, gritters: No more!

Yes! I am nervous! Yes, I am scared of blowing this whole thing by fumbling the ball just when I made the game-winning catch! Yes! I am worried about pressure on me of keeping this title in the tournament when anyone – literally anyone outside of it – could take it away and keep it from the semifinals, where it deserves to be! But like I said – we are canon-balling into this, guys, and if you’re jumping, I’m jumping with you!

Because these two nights – whether it’s one match a night or I do a twofer during one, it is an opportunity! Dexter Grant likes to ‘predict’ and ‘twist’ and ‘mold’ things to his whim and narrative! I say, SCW, that we show them the REAL Adrenaline division! I saw we remind everyone in the tournament, whether they are still involved or eliminated – hell, EVERYONE in the division and EVERYONE eyeing this title – what it can be! I say we show a division, a championship, that’s earned the name “Adrenaline” and give a hard-hitting, high-octane match that redefines the division! That states loud and clear that the champion is here because they are the best of this division! I say we shatter the reality that Grant has built for himself and SCREW HIS THEORIES and we make a division that he can predict until he’s friggin’ Nostradamus and STILL can’t do anything about it!

Fatal Fortunes, SCW! There could be new champions! New contenders! The landscape of SCW will be changed. But in here in the Adrenaline? It will be for the better! It will be what Adrenaline stands for! Hard-hitting, heart-pounding, give-it-your-all and fight till your last breath!

My name is Deanna Frost! I am the SCW Adrenaline Champion! And at Fatal Fortunes, with TWO matches on my plate...

I will defend!
I will retain!
I will fight!

And in every way, I will REPRESENT the SCW Adrenaline division! Whether that’s ‘predictable’ or not!

Checkmate, bitches!