“The One” Kirsten Scott vs. Deanna Frost

[SnowQueenSCW]

The Witches of Alden

”Nothing”

Frost ‘Forever Home’
Manhattan, New York
December 17th, 2023
6:13pm

It had been a long, few days of travel from California back to Manhattan. And while Deanna normally would have taken a flight back for such distances, she didn’t regret taking ‘the long way’ this time around. Travelling with Eric had felt like… like the good ol’ days, the thought bringing a smile to her face as she stood outside her house.

Yes, HER house.

That was something she had realized in her talks with Eric as they had travelled. How, as long as she had been involved with Selena Frost, Deanna had always followed behind her. Always viewed everything in her life as part of ‘Selena’s world’.

SCW had been Selena’s job, Deanna had merely joined in.
The house had been bought with Selena’s money. Deanna just lived in it.
The ‘Frost’ family. Deanna simply married into it – it truly belonged to Selena.

In short, everything Deanna had in her life, she had felt on some level, really belonged to her wife. It was why Deanna had left their home to try and force Selena’s hand and give them time to think. It was why she was fighting so hard in SCW to establish herself as her own woman. It was because she had felt for so long that she had no claim or right to the life she lived or the job she worked. It wasn’t the ‘lineage’ crap lines that Kristen Scott had been spewing – which made no sense because she wasn’t some ‘bloodline’ or ‘familial’ relative of the Frost family, but little of what The One said made sense these days – but it was about earning some kind of right to the life lived.

That was what Eric had made her realize.

What, if not that, had those two years in Frankfurt prison earned her? What, if not that, had her fighting Selena’s battles against the likes of Killjoy and the Scythes earned her? What, if not that, had the last eight years of defying every challenge and surviving every trial against enemies like the Frostmere clan proven?

Casting her eyes down, Deanna gazed at her small hands. They weren’t as pale as her wife’s, but they had been through as much. They had survived as much as Selena had, fought wars that, really, shouldn’t have involved Deanna in the first place.

”You earned the right to live in that house as a Frost a long time ago.” Eric had said. ”To wrestle as a Frost. To be acknowledged as a Frost. If all of that… going through all of that… if you or Selena truly believe that hasn’t given you a right to the life you lead… than you’re wrong. Plain and simple.”

Deanna sighed as her hands balled into fists. She had been listening to too many people like Scott. People that continued to claim that she had been ‘riding Selena’s coattails’ her whole life. People that continued to use her wife as the biggest ‘insult’ despite what Deanna had proven over and over again. She had listened to that line so many times, some part of her had begun to believe it on some level and that needed to end!

She deserved the life she had. She had a right to the feelings she felt. To the things she believed in. Maybe she still had things to prove in SCW, but as a wife and partner? She had more than proven her worth as Selena’s equal!

”So stop going to her as if she’s someone you’re trying to be worthy of. Go to her because you ARE worthy of her…” Eric’s words continued to echo in Deanna’s mind. ”Listen to her and talk to her as her equal.”

That’s why she had asked Eric to drop her off in front of her ‘Forever Home’. Why she was walking up the porch, reaching for keys and unlocking a door with one hand while she held her bag with the other. She had tried to force Selena’s hand through ‘tough love’ and ‘absence’. Not because she was trying to be cruel, but because, deep down, she had believed her words would not be strong enough. Worthy enough.

But she was worthy. She believed that. But that also meant seeing Selena as the human and person that she was – even now when it seemed like a fascade to the redhead. She would approach Selena directly now. Not with hatred or spite, but with patience. She would stand her ground and she would listen to the Snow Queen. No more holding her wife to a ‘standard’ of the past or some previous ‘version’ she had loved, but rather try and see the person Selena was now.

Why not? Hadn’t Deanna, herself, changed? If the past four or five months hadn’t proven that, she didn’t know what would. She was a different wrestler than her wife. Her promos and style were different. True, she still didn’t have a name for herself or some kind of identity beyond being ‘Deanna Frost’ but it was enough for now. The point was that change was possible and she needed to accept that of her wife.

Determined, the redhead turned the door handle and entered the house, seeing only a few lights left on. “Hello?” she called out, receiving no answer. “Selena? Elsianna? David? Amiliah? Oberon?”

The sound of barking was heard as the loud, white fluffball that was Oberon bounded across the house, rushing towards Deanna for pats and scratches. “Hello, boy.” Deanna beamed, giving the beast the affection he so desperately wanted. “Least you’re happy to see me!” A few minutes passed of such affections until a satisfied Oberon was back in his pen, lying on the floor.

Dusting her hands off, Deanna gazed around the house, a little surprised that no other person had greeted her. Shrugging out of her coat and hanging it on the hanger by the door, she spotted the piece of paper on the nearby table. “Taken the kids to the movies tonight. Gerda.” She recognized the older woman’s handwriting. The contents didn’t surprise Deanna. Amiliah had been raving to see that new Disney movie, ‘Wish’.

“Selena?” Deanna called out again, once more receiving no answer. Was the Snow Queen off somewhere? Maybe out for a drive or a walk? Logically, that made sense, and yet… she could not stop the feeling of dread that crawled up her spine. “Selena?” she called a little louder, checking the kitchen area, then the downstairs, calling her wife’s name out a little louder each time. With each new room, she noticed something more and more.

How much emptier each room seemed. There were fewer things in the family room and kitchen. In the basement, there were less clothes hanging on the drying racks. However, it wasn’t until Deanna had reached her bedroom that her heart stopped and her blood ran cold.

Her bedroom seemed the same at a quick glance. Made and neat, but the walk-in closet… was barely full of her only Deanna’s clothes. The side that had held Selena’s clothes, her shirts, pants and dresses and shoes… was empty. “SELENA?!” Deanna called out, immediately rushing around the entire house, almost in a frenzy. There was only one more room she hadn’t checked. One that her wife had not visited since she had quit SCW – so Deanna believed. She almost tumbled down the stairs, but refused to slow her pace, spinning around the newel post and rushing back down the steps, past the movie room and into Selena’s office. She barely acknowledged the space, instead rushing to the side where the books on the shelf were, pulling at the ‘secret fake book’ of ‘The Snow Queen’ by Hans Christian Anderson to unlock the secret doorway that lead into Selena’s ‘trophy room’, where she kept her titles and trophies from SCW.

“SELENA!” Deanna didn’t know why she called out when part of her already knew what she was about to see. Still, the sight still chilled her to the core. For like the closet, the room was bare, the once full room (a representation of a decade of wrestling) nothing more than bare walls and a carpet. Everything that had belonged to Selena was gone.

As if she had never been in the house to begin with.

Desperately, Deanna stumbled out of the room, her hands clumsily fumbling to get her phone out of her pocket. Shaking, she tried to dial her wife’s phone number, failing the first two times, but succeeding on the third, only to feel the crushing sensation in her chest as the message came. “The number you have dialed is currently not in service”.

Her legs felt weak, she felt dizzy, but even so, she managed to pull herself out of the room, back up the stairs, and into her bedroom. Drawing closer to the bed, however, she spotted the envelope that had blended in with the white sheets. Picking it up, hands still shaking, she ripped it open and pulled the letter out. The handwriting was as recognizable as Gerda’s, but the message… the message was far more damaging.

I’m sorry, Deanna… I can’t do this anymore.

Deanna was sure she heard her heart shatter in that moment, her strength leaving her as she fell on the bed, letting whatever came out of her – tears, cries, screams – do so freely.

Selena was gone. Her wife…her love… her partner… was gone. Left her just like she had left SCW.

Driven out… just like SCW drove her out… Her broken mind mocked in-between sobs. Eric had been right. Deanna had earned this life…and she had earned every step of this fate…

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So… where do we start?

Do we start at Fatal Fortunes? Do I talk about the success and the controversy? Do I talk about stepping up to another challenge and taking on not one but TWO hungry superstars in a strange match to retain the United States title? Or do I talk about the thing that keeps following me? The thing that I tried to push aside and yet it keeps finding me? The shadow that I have tried to fight my way out of for so long now?

Or… do I talk about what’s ahead of me.

You see, it’s really a phenomenal image when you think about it. I’ve got the shadow of the great Selena Frost chasing me… and I’ve got a chamber, like the Sword of Damocles hanging above me. And in front of me…

Well, honestly, I just don’t know. I don’t know what is in front of me because this feels less and less like a certainty like it did a few weeks ago and more and more like a third week – a third round – of Fatal Fortunes. And I will give Kristen Scott all the credit in the word. She has let this thing fester. She has calculated everything. She has planned this. She has stacked the deck so in her favor that any gambler would put their money on her and her team working together to victory.

I mean, that makes sense right? Is anyone REALLY expecting me to trust Asher Hayes or James Evans or for them to trust me? I mean, just last week Hayes called my wife a bitch and Evans was having dreams of ‘amalgamating’ my championship into his own little collection – his own little ‘House’.

Well, as someone that had their own little ‘house’ in the past, I can tell you dysfunction is par for the course. Fights, arguments, disagreements, even blows can happen. But what unites a house in times of crisis? A common goal. And let me tell you something, Kristen, that was your first mistake. Your first mistake was to think that Evans, Hayes, and I cannot function under these conditions. That we cannot co-exist under this ‘do-or-die’ stipulation. But I tell you, as someone that has fought Asher Hayes and someone that has watched James Evans for years, I know for a fact that when push comes to shove, those two will deliver and seek victory rather than excuses like you do.

But let’s leave that to the side, shall we? Let’s not talk about the others so much and, instead, let’s talk about you and me. You have made it abundantly clear where you stand in this creation of yours. You… you’ve established the certainty of your mind, you’ve called your shot, you’ve guaranteed success against me for the umpteenth time. It is not just a ‘prediction’ that Kristen Scott will beat Deanna Frost and become United States Champion, it is, to you, a bona-fide, written on the walls, carved into SCW’s halls ‘truth’.

But here’s the thing, One. I don’t hear that and get that ‘dread’ that you’re trying to instill. I don’t get that and feel ‘fear’ like you’re trying to make me feel. I don’t feel ‘trapped’ by being put back in the chamber. I don’t feel ‘the end’.

I hear that from you, and I see the desperation in your eyes. I hear it in your voice.

Because let’s be honest, here, Kristen, that’s what this REALLY is, isn’t it? You talk about this being the match that ‘matters’. The win that ‘matters’ to you? No other loss counts, right? That’s what you’ve told yourself and the SCW Universe. That this match defines our history and our rivalry.

Then what the hell was the last chamber match you and I fought in? Remember? The one where you stated I was nothing more than ‘collateral damage’? The one where you broke my arm to ‘make a point’? You talked about it. The one where, even with a broken arm, I pinned you and eliminated you? Did that not matter?

What about after that? Where I challenged you to a one-on-one match and you refused because I wasn’t worth your time? You wanted the big fish that was my wife? You wanted the gold that was the tag-team titles we held? You know, the one where, apparently, I made this personal after YOU sought out Pro and YOU dragged her into this, having her attack Selena and I from behind? Did that tag-match not matter because you lost again when I PINNED you and beat you?

Too far back? When let’s be more recent, shall we?! Let’s talk about Apocalypse! Where you faced me in a triple threat match for this title with Kelsai Adamson and I BEAT you again! Did that not matter because you already had your Trios shot?

Because those moments of our history, Kristen, they matter. They matter to me. Those were moments where you came and said the exact same words you are saying now. Words of ‘certainty’ and ‘old guard’ and ‘trajectory’ and ‘changing SCW’ and ‘death and taxes’. Predictions of the future that would be ‘made to truth’. And each and every time you’ve shoved those words into my face, I’ve come back and made you eat them! I’ve stood my ground and beaten you! I’ve taken everything you’ve had, played every one of your games by your own rules, and I’ve won time and time again!

See, that’s kind of my thing, Scott. I don’t say ‘this doesn’t matter’ or ‘this match doesn’t matter’. I don’t say crap like “I win when it matters”. I just win. Someone sets the bar and I reach it.

They said I couldn’t get past just being ‘Selena’s wife’.
Then they said Deanna will never make it as a singles wrestler.
Then they said that Deanna will never make it as a singles champion.
Then they said that Deanna will never make it as a ‘dominant’ champion.
Then they said that Deanna will never make it through the chamber.

Higher and higher, the bar has been raised, Kristen, and each and every time, I grab it. Each and every time, I dig deep, I refuse to give in, I refuse to make excuses, and I learn from my mistakes and I grab that bar.

And then there is you. Who hides behind a supposed ‘conspiracy’ of being held back. Who claims that I got ‘lucky’ in not facing you when YOU couldn’t measure up to the challenge of that royale. Who claims that they ‘accept’ their losses but in the same breath proclaims that I ‘paid off’ the roster to cause said loss?

Let me ask you something about Under Attack, Kristen. The night that, apparently, I caused all of this from. Was it that hard just to ask me? No really! Because if you wanted in the chamber, why didn’t you just come to me like Gavin Taylor did and just ask? Why didn’t you look me in the eye and say ‘Hey! Deanna! I want in on this chamber!’. You think I would have said ‘no’ to the woman that’s beaten Syren and Kandis? You think I would have said ‘no’ to a hungry competitor like you? One of the most dominant Television Champions in recent months? You think I would have said no to the woman that constantly looks down on me and still, no matter how many times I’ve beaten her, uses the same old lines because she refuses to accept the actual truth that is before her?

But you didn’t come to me, One. You didn’t go to CHBK. You did nothing but hide away and make excuses.

And here you are now, proclaiming that you are the underdog.

And that, One, that is the ultimate… compliment for me. That is the ultimate compliment that you could have given me because it sums everything up so nicely, doesn’t it? To go from being nothing but ‘collateral damage’ to you, to ‘not being worth your time compared to Selena Frost’, to being worth your efforts to get a title, to being worth you using your Trios Cash-in, to being the odds-on-favorite – your own words - against a woman that began seeing me as nothing more than a worthless means to an end. I could not ask for a better evolution! I could not ask for a better statement of a journey!

Because that’s what really kills you, doesn’t it, Scott?! That despite you pushing me down, I am where and what you wish to be! I have evolved and powered through and endured to the point where I can surpass you! Where I can beat you! Where I can be seen, and believed, to be the better wrestler with more heart, grit and guts than you will ever have!

That’s why you need everything else to ‘not matter’. That’s why you need to twist the narrative while you quietly stack the deck against me. To undo that truth of a journey. Because you lose? Nothing changes for you! You go back to whining and complaining, maybe while you’re chasing the world title. I lose in a clean sweep? Then, by YOUR own devise, the division I have fought for with all my heart and soul gets ripped away from me! The division that I have fought in tournaments for, fought in chambers for, I become exiled from! No second chances, no ‘this match doesn’t matter cause I’ll get another chance’ style like you, no nothing!

You say this is the match that matters to you, Scott?! You have made it matter even more to me! Because it’s not just this championship that I am fighting for at this point, is it? I am fighting for that story! I am fighting for that evolution! That journey I have taken – that the SCW Universe and I have taken together as they have grown to see me as more than just a ‘Frost’! I am fighting for my existence here in the United States championship division! You say our past doesn’t matter? That nothing matters but tonight? Then beating you is no longer an ‘option’, Kristen, it is a NECESSITY for me! Because if THAT is your truth? If that is what is written on the walls of SCW, then the last few months of my career where I risked everything, both personal and professional, is forgotten and I am back to being the girl that was broken by ‘The One’. I go back to where I was that night you broke my arm! And everything I have earned, including the respect of the SCW Universe? It goes away, doesn’t it?

You’re not just coming after my title, Scott, You’re coming for everything that I am and everything I have worked for and become since that fateful night. And I am telling you, you’re going to need every ‘trick’ in your book because the only way you are taking EVERYTHING from me is if you rob me of every ounce of life in my body! The only way you get your twisted narrative of an ending is to break me worse than anyone ever has! Because I do not care how ‘impossible’ it is to win two chamber-matches in one year. I do not care how ‘unheard of’ it is to co-exist with Asher Hayes and James Evans. I do not care how ‘meaningless’ you view the past!

Tonight, Kristen Scott, I take your ONE shot! I do the unthinkable, I show that the past – the journey - MATTERS, and I do the impossible! Because out of the two of us, Kristen, I am the only one with the guts who is willing to try!

Checkmate, bitches!