“The One” Kirsten Scott vs. Deanna Frost

[TheOne]

{PROMO}

Backstage after Breakdown, Kirsten Scott sits in her locker room, alone, having sent Hailey and Emma to begin getting ready for their departure.  She simply sits in a chair, in front of all of her belongings, with her head down, surprisingly.  She is aware that there is a camera in there with her, and as it approaches her, and slowly shifts down to her level, she begins to speak.

Fatal Fortunes... Something that I never anticipated.  Something I had never experienced.  Something I didn't know what to expect.  And here I am.  Here I sit.  Here I am with a guaranteed opportunity to vie for the most prestigious championship in all of professional wrestling.  An honor that I didn't go out and steal.  An honor that I didn't go out and demand or ask for.  It's an honor that present itself in the form of a lottery that I ended up winning, and now, here, I sit with the biggest moment of my career in front of me...

She takes a breath, and excels, before looking up.

And to think, before that match was announced, before that match ever happened, I ALREADY thought that I was in the position of having the biggest moment of my entire professional wrestling career.

But when I heard the stipulations, when I heard that I would face off against Sarah Wolf for an opportunity to face whomever the World Champion was at a later date, I knew I couldn't take Fatal Fortunes lightly.  I knew, in that moment, I couldn't think ahead any longer.  I had talked about the future up until that point, but now the future didn't matter in the moment.  Only that match did.  And I took it as seriously as I could, I went out there and handled business, taking something I never envisioned myself having the right to say.

Because all along, with that Trios Tournament contract, I was clear.  I wasn't challenging for the World Championship.  I hadn't EARNED that opportunity.  I wasn't going to jump the line and just insert myself in a position where, honestly, I may not be ready for.  But I never said that if the opportunity ever presented itself, I wouldn't seize it.  I never said that I wouldn't go out there and accept a CHANCE to put my name in the line for a future opportunity.  So when my name was called, when the opportunity was laid in front of me, there wasn't a damn soul on this planet who was going to take it from me.  And when that moment became a reality, the SCW World Championship was put on full notice.  It was put on notice to anyone and everyone who has a chance before my date with destiny, that I'm going to have my eyes on you all.

Because when that day comes... I will be ready... I will be prepared... And I will defy every fucking odd in the history of Supreme Championship Wrestling and become the World Champion, and cement myself as one of... No... THE ELITE, in this business...

Kirsten reaches behind her ear and scratches, taking another breath.

Now having said all of that, let's be clear.  There is a big, glaring, caveat... Elephant in the room... Whatever you want to call it, when it comes to what I just said.  And let me reiterate WHAT I just said... I earned my chance at a World Title shot at a "future date."  Not tomorrow... Not next week... Hell not even in 2023...

It's at a LATER date...

And while I am filled with excitement, adrenaline, anxiety, and the WORKS over it, I have to push all of that emotion to the side because like I said, before that moment, I was already lining up for the biggest moment in my professional wrestling career.  I already had business at hand that I needed to focus on before and after that match.  Because the fact is, still, regardless of Fatal Fortunes, this is my biggest moment in my career coming up.  And there is no getting around that.  Future World Championship match or no, 2023 still ends with the moment where I called my shot, I setup the gauntlet for those who have decided to "establish" themselves as SCW's "old guard," and I make them all PROVE to the world that their time is not done... And while that's happening with two other titles, the United States Championship, and one of my bitterest of rivals, will go head to head...

And Deanna Frost, I hope you're ready to see your championship vanish from your grasp...

Kirsten's focus becomes much more centric, away from the IDEA of a World Championship match, and on the match that she cashed in her Trios contract for.

Deanna... Here we are... One on one, for a championship I know you hold so near and dear to your heart, in a situation that, honestly, I would say is favorable to you, in that you were just here.  I mean, the chamber is like a second home, now, isn't it?  And it's somewhere you have shown perseverance, winning against all odds, and showing the world that even with the odds against you, you can outlast those who all seek to take what is yours.

On top of that, hell, I would say that Fatal Fortunes probably has you even more gung ho for this fight against me, right?  I mean, now, this rookie, this newbie, she has the glitz and glamor of the World Title staring her down, so she can't POSSIBLY be as focused on the United States Championship anymore, right?  I mean, this is what all of the newcomers claim they want to do, right?  Get the big belt opportunity?

Well if you think that way, consider yourself a loser...

Consider yourself a FORMER champion, already...

Deanna, this has been a moment that has been slowly etching itself in the walls of SCW history for a long time now.  It began with your arm.  It began when I showed the world I was someone who was willing to inflict pain to get people's attention, and YOU were one of those... Well... Casualties of war, and you let it fester within your soul.  Your fellow Frosty bitch, she also didn't care for me making an example out of you.

I didn't personally care...

You two then decided to come for Pro and I, to try and extract your revenge.  I respected it.  I got it.  It made sense.  But you still involved someone who I care deeply about, and that's when it went from being business, to being personal.

And that's why I made the match, like I did.  See, you avoided seeing me inside the Chamber once.  You got lucky, and hell, you may have paid all of those other fuckers off, to gang up on me and ensure I wasn't going to be the one to finally dethrone you that night.  I wouldn't put it past you, and honestly if it was the case and you admitted it, I'd almost applaud you for the wherewithal to know that facing me would be your final downfall.  So I called my shot with the Trios Contract and I put you right back inside the confines of a cage where you wouldn't be able to escape.  I put you right back inside the hell you made sure I wouldn't be.  And I made sure that the hell I put you in would come with a price that would do just as I did to you, when you were my simple collateral damage, and they would suffer as well.

Think about it, Deanna.  You're the reason that THREE CHAMPIONS won't get their rematch.  YOU'RE the reason THREE OLD GUARD MEMBERS will be forced to watch as they are thrown off the ship, and the boat sails away.  YOU.  All YOU!  It didn't have to be that way, Deanna, but you made it that way, and now it's my job to complete the task I set forth on last year, when you and I first crossed paths.  It's time for me to END the old guard in a way that solidies SCW's new trajectory, and going into a new year, ends the year on the highest of high notes.

This is my culmination.

This is my final part of the chapter that I started writing with you...

And it's will culminate with the Chamber door closing, our pods opening, and me executing the final part of my mission...

You may think Fatal Fortunes changed me.  You may think you don't matter anymore.  But you're the final boss to me, Deanna.  You are the one I HAVE to beat to move forward or nothing else will PLAGUE my soul.  You could give me title matches galore, but if they mean losing to you, none will matter.  This one... This one matters.  Just because one may be considered "bigger," like I said, THIS... ONE... MATTERS!  The United States Championship, it MATTERS.  This isn't about me looking at some B-level title, no, this is Iron Man dawning the gauntlet, and snapping Thanos out of existence.  This is David defeating Goliath.  App State over Michigan.  Giants over the Patriots 1 and 2... It's that type of story that has led to this match and it's my culmination of being the underdog, being the one everyone consider incapable of beating the top dog, coming out on top.

This is it, for me, Deanna...

I write my own chapter's end...

And the fact is, I get to dictate the ending...

On one hand, I fail.  I write how the underdog couldn't achieve success, and has to scratch and crawl for another opportunity.  I get to write how The Frosts were truly the superior two-some in Supreme Championship Wrestling, and held off every challenge from "The One" that she could muster.  And I would.  I'd admit defeat.  I'd admit that you both proved your worth over me, and what I had hoped to do had simply come up shot.  But on the other hand, I can write those final passages, showing the world that you don't have to have a lineage in this business.  You don't have to have a familial name to succeed.  You can come in off the streets, hone your craft, establish yourself, and prove to every, single, Goddamn, person on this roster that you are WORTHY of their respect.  And in doing so have those passages write themselves as one of Supreme Championship Wrestling's greatest underdog stories.

One way or another, this... Thing... Between you and I, it ends, once and for all.  It comes to a conclusion long in the making.  It answers questions people have been asking, and you and I have both, honestly been wondering.  Who truly is... Supreme?  That answer will come to one of us at Breakdown.  It will come when one of us has the United States Championship in one hand, and the other arm being lifted toward the Heavens.  It will end with one of us being forced to admit defeat to the other, and acknowledge that one of us was right all along...

Like I said... I'm ready to admit whatever the case may be...

The bigger question is, are you?  Are you capable of admitting defeat at my hands?  Or will you run away and make excuses for yourself, trying to justify why you couldn't get the job done?

It is something that only the legendary Deanna Frost can answer because I've made myself very clear.  I've made no qualms.  This is the end all, be all.  My words are set in stone.  My mind is made up.  And the FACT is, I will be standing tall over your body at Breakdown.  I will be lifting the United States Championships into the air as my own.

And that is not going to be words written into a work of fiction...

It will be words written as the TRUTH!

JUST LIKE DEATH... TAXES... AND ME!  KIRSTEN SCOTT!

As she concludes her commentary, there is a light knock at the door, and Emma sticks her head in.  She let's Kirsten know they're ready when she is, and Kirsten simply nods back.  Emma leaves to head back to the vehicle and the scene fades to black with Kirsten taking one final look into the camera and then standing to gather her belongings.