La Pequena Luz & Deanna Frost vs. The European Fiery Nation (Theron/Erikson)

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Frost No More

”Catch-Up”

Eyrie Tower
New York City, New York
July 29th, 2025
5:43am (approx. 25 mins till sunrise)

She had never sped down the road of the interstate so fast, pushing at least 30-40 over the speed limit! Not even on ‘bad days’ like with SCW, or bigots, or even some REALLY obnoxious interstate drivers cutting her off again and again and again or bullying her with their horns to “go faster” despite her following the speed limits! Yeah… mean people in the world…

And she didn’t care about any of them in that moment as she turned the corners and swerved past a red Honda that was going a bit too slow for her- I’m so going to get pulled over by a cop! – she thought in a second before, in the very next second, she almost considered it! She could have one follow her to help and-

“No!” she all but screamed to herself, chastising her own thoughts, as she pulled into the parking lot she had been using for the last several weeks. How she managed to fit the car she had left at the airport just last week for her flight to Texas – how she had managed to, at a near ‘same-speed’ she had been driving, been able to swerve the car into the small slot outlined in the concrete by yellow-painted-line without smashing it into another car or curb, she did not know how she did it – and it was to her, in that single second, the most miraculous thing she had done in the last few days.

But as the second passed, she had forgotten it and sprung out of the car, slamming the door behind her as she raced, on foot, out of the parking lot, down the paved walkway towards the massive building that strove upwards towards the clouds. She didn’t have time! She KNEW she didn’t have time! She had minutes! SECONDS! Until what? She dared not think that far.

She didn’t want to be right! She wanted, more than anything, to be wrong. To simply be wrong and embarrassed then right and…

She pushed herself further still, a spurt of a speed increase as she charged on, barely able to pull the door open for herself in time to avoid running into it, not able to acknowledge the receptionist – Lindsay was on staff this early in the morning – and punching the elevator button with her knuckle, feeling the slight cut of the metal nick her skin the process. She didn’t care, digging through her pockets for the card key to get her to the top floor – to the penthouse suite, the castle – that she had lived in, the pieces, after a restless 30+ hours of thinking, finally fitting into place.

Everything she had seen.
Everything she had heard.
Everything she had spoken.

She had known – but she had thought… had thought…

Ding! She charged full tilt into the metal compartment and, again, pushed the required button and key-swipe-pad with more force than she needed to, but the system obeyed, whisking her up and up towards the top floor.

And with her movement stopped – with no ability to run forward to where she needed to be. With no choice but to wait till she was taken to where she was going… the redhead’s singular thought, plaguing since that night… reared its ugly head once more.

Please be wrong… Please don’t be too late…


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Rocket Mortgage Fieldhouse
Cleveland, Ohio
June 26th, 2025
11:08pm

Please don’t be too late…

She hadn’t been booked – nor did she expect to be – for this Breakdown, which was why she had been wearing her regular clothes of blue jeans, black runners and a pink and black t-shirt, when she had witnessed it. Did she regret not being in her old wrestling pants and top, which allowed freer movement? In that moment, as she ran through the halls of the arena… absolutely!

She had been in the dressing room of Light in the Darkness – finally settling there after the long night of walking around backstage at the Rocket Mortgage Fieldhouse arena – watching the main-event with Amelia and Luz there. The tension in the changeroom had been so thick between the three of them. Not because of the upcoming match between Luz and Deanna, along with Asher and Majors, that would determine the undisputed United States Champion – but rather because of the woman they were watching.

The redhead could not deny that things were – weird – to say the least with her return here. Yes, people were happy to see her, several fans and some of her fellow wrestlers like Luz and Amelia, but LotD were subject to something few else where. Where everyone else could just separate the two Frost women (finally…) with Selena being the villain and Deanna being… well, she wasn’t sure anymore what she was here in SCW, Amelia and Luz were the only ones willing to look fast ‘work’. Amelia had, so many times, put it so beautifully, Deanna had thought as she had watched Selena wrestle Asher Hayes…

“Selena is the villain SCW needs right now.”

It wasn’t some trope or some gimmick or some over-the-top nonsense like Fall of Man or Raab and his associates being “all about the violence”. No, that sentence had been one of the many things Deanna had dwelt on during her absence from SCW – the idea of ‘why’ Selena was being who she was. It was so easy to lump her as the villain just as the SCW Universe had lumped Deanna as ‘just Selena’s wife’ at the start of her wrestling career. No one wanted to look deeper. No one felt it necessary – except for Luz and Amelia.

The redhead was so grateful to them – to have them in her life. They had helped her through so much during her ‘time off’, for lack of a better description. And Luz had been so patient with her. By any right, the woman could have demanded the United States Championship (the full title, not the Interim one) after second or third month and Deanna would not have judged her on that. Same with Asher. She had meant what she said when she had confessed that she didn’t see herself as the United States Champion anymore. It had hurt to say it, but it had to be said.

Still, all of that, even her studying the match that had just happened, could wait. Because it had been the sight of how that match had gone – Cid Turner showing up to attack… and then Xander…

She had bolted out of the dressing room before Luz and Amelia could utter a sound, sprinting through the halls despite barely knowing her way around, ducking past crew and fellow-wrestler alike, thinking that same thought over and over again. By the time she had reached the tech booth that lead to gorilla, she could already see the platinum-blonde standing there, holding her neck.

“Just make sure he’s okay, alright?!” Selena Frost yelled at one of the members of the staff before doing a once-over glance at the nearby Aaron Demitria. “He took a bad bump.” She added, grasping her neck and wincing. Taking a deep breath, the Snow Queen walked a few more steps before eyeing some of the crew at the booths with their headsets on, specifically a familiar face.

“Three on one, huh?” she half-spat, half-scoffed at the nearby COO and icon. “Bit much, don’t you think?”
The man, CHBK, gave a mere shrug. “You did this to yourself.” Was his reply. “You mouthed off.”
“Oh yeah!” the platinum-blonde laughed. “Remember that next time, okay? Which one of us waited till after the match to make their case – and which one fucked around with another’s business.”

A second shrug came from the Hall-of-Famer. “Fuck around and find out.” He replied simply.
Once more, a laugh escaped Selena. “Yeah, don’t be getting amnesia on me, old man.” She threw back as she walked away. “Cause what happens next? It’s on you now, too!”

Deanna had watched the whole exchange patiently, wanting to say something but knowing she shouldn’t. Much as she wanted to, they were on different paths – Selena and her – and, for better or for worse, Selena had to face the consequences of her choices, just like Deanna had to face her own as well. Still, as the former world champion left the room, she spotted the redhead.

“Hey…” she breathed tiredly, yet with a little bit of relief. “Don’t panic. I’m okay.”
“What…” Deanna tried. “What makes you think-“
“You’re out of breath and you’re scanning me with your eyes… and not in a sexy way.” The Snow Queen offered with a tease.

Caught, Deanna sighed and dropped the fascade. “What the hell happened out there?”

“What I expected.” Selena admitted, her eyes scanning the hall for any sign of camera – fortunately, there were none. “Cid tried something – that failed – so Xander stepped in.”

“You… you think they’re working together?” Deanna asked, earning a quick laugh from Selena.
“You think Asher and Jordan are working together?”
“No!” the redhead shot out, surprising herself.

“Same thing.” Selena sighed. “Egos wouldn’t allow it. But even so, the fact he let them both get past him – his two icons…”
“He, you mean CHBK?” Deanna asked with a tilt of her head.
“Of course.” Selena winced, rubbing her neck with her hand. “Anything to keep his ‘icons’ and ‘oldies’ in the driver seat.”

“Selena…” Deanna tried. “I don’t think-“

“HEY!” Selena suddenly shouted down the hall, the woman immediately on the move, marching past Deanna. Jerking her head, the redhead was able to just spy the cut hair and bearded face as it turned a corner down the hall, immediately recognizing the man being called out.

“Selena, no!” Deanna ordered, rushing after the Snow Queen as fast as she could. “It’s not his fault!” she tried to explain, slightly surprising herself that ‘defending’ the man was what she desired to do.

But her words seemed to fall on deaf ears as Selena followed the path around the corner, reached the nearby door and pushed them open to exit into the outside parking lot, where she spotted her target by his car. “HEY!” she yelled out again. “I’m talking to you, Asher!”, Deanna heard it as she burst through the doors, trying to get to them both before something happened.

For his part, the Interim-United-States champion stopped what he was doing, sighed, and slowly stepped away from his vehicle to stand in the space as Selena marched up to him. “You going to try and kick my ass out here?” he asked, his voice calm and reserved, a far cry from the arrogant man Deanna had seen even in the earlier promos of his return. “I’m not thrilled with how that bullshit went down either.”

Selena said nothing, merely glaring at the man that had just ended her near-year long run of undefeated wins in singles matches. Deanna wanted to say something so badly. To explain, from an outside perspective, what had gone down. Wanted to defend Asher as having not been responsible for tonight. But she feared anything said would only push her ex-wife further.

“Look…” Asher sighed, tired. “What can I take away from that?” he asked Selena with a tilt of his head. “What? That I need Cid AND Xander just to pin you? Seriously?” he eyed Selena coldly. “I’d rather have lost than have that shit happen.” He added sternly, calm yet sure. It was actually inspiring to Deanna. “But you say and do whatever your ego needs and we can see how this-“

“Thank you.”

The two words – perhaps the only two words – that could have stunned everyone in the parking lot were spoken from Selena, causing both U.S champions to gaze at the woman in shock.

“What you did.” Selena stated, running a hand through her long hair. “Looking after Deanna, I mean. I can’t…” she sighed. “With the cameras rolling, I can’t be there always. And I can’t be involved with her business. But I…” she seemed to wince at either the pain or her words. “I still don’t like you. Still don’t believe everything you’re selling. But… But I appreciate you being there for her and… and not taking advantage of her when you could have.”

She stepped back a little, giving a little shrug of her shoulders. “That’s all I wanted to say.” She turned her head back to Deanna, who was still too stunned to speak. “I’ll go get Ra to get our bus and I’ll wait in the bus, okay?” she didn’t wait for an answer, walking away from the two.

“Hey.” Asher called out, regaining the woman’s attention. “Next time we face, I won’t be needing anyone to pin you.”

For a moment, nothing was said, until Selena walked back up to Asher. For a moment, she turned her head to eye Deanna before leaning in closer to whisper something to the current champion that Deanna couldn’t hear. Before the younger Frost could move closer, whoever, Selena was gone again, marching away towards the limo bus she owned. It wasn’t until she was out of sight that Deanna heard the long exhale come from the man beside her.

“Damn.” He shook his head quietly. “Didn’t expect that.”
“Me neither.” Deanna also exhaled, but moreso in relief. “I thought she was going to try and kick your head off.”

Asher, meanwhile, kept his eyes on where he had last seen the Snow Queen for a moment before turning his head back towards Deanna. “She pissed?”

Deanna shrugged. “I think it’s more the same reasons as yours.” She settled on saying. “The interference and all that. You know her and ‘integrity’.” She offered a shrug.

“Alright.” Asher nodded. “You okay? You need me to walk you to your bus?”

Grateful, Deanna shook her head. “That’s okay, Asher.” She added a smile. “I just… I appreciate you not just attacking her on sight.”

“She’s…” Asher sighed, as if slightly at odds. “She’s different off camera.” He observed. “Still don’t like her but…” the man once more brought his attention to Deanna. “I can see how you two work.”

“Worked.” Deanna sighed, gazing the way Selena had gone. “Past-tense.”
“Sorry.” Asher offered. “Breakups suck.”
“Don’t I know it.” Deanna nodded before refocusing back on Hayes. “What did she say to you just now?”

Asher sighed. “She said ‘I’m afraid that won’t ever happen…’.” He answered. “But…she sounded… I don’t know… sad.” He gazed back at Deanna. “Is that possible?”

“No idea.” Deanna shrugged. “But I’m sure you’ll get another chance.” She gave one more nod. “Thanks again.”
“No problem.”
“And uh…” she hesitated. “Let me know if you need any help dealing with Jordan if she tries that shit with the weed again.”

She left the conversation at that, walking slowly towards the bus as Selena had instructed. Yet, she couldn’t shake this feeling she had.

She sounded so… I don’t know… sad. Is that possible?

For her part: That observation was more shocking than hearing Selena Frost say ‘Thank you’.

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So… SCW Universe… where do you want to start?

Wow… something I have said so many times in my life, sounds almost foreign to say. I am filled with nerves. I am filled with uncertainties and even things that I could have done easily even a year ago seem strange.

For months and months, I have dreamed of this moment. The chance to wrestle again, to promo again. To do what I have grown to love to do and that is be an SCW superstar. I wasn’t born into it. I wasn’t gifted or talented at birth. There’s nothing in my genetics that screams ‘super soldier’ or whatever. I came into this by fate and fortune and I have never looked back.

And now… now that I am back. Now that I am here… I want to say so much. I want to share so much with all of you… and it doesn’t feel right. It doesn’t feel like it’s the right time. Because words are things people can say. ANYONE can say. I mean, we have had someone running around here for months declaring herself ‘The United States Champion of SCW’, despite never winning the title!

So as much as I want to talk to all of you and I want to share so much with you, I do not believe that this is the time for that. I believe now is the time for action! I believe now is the time for much more powerful statements to be made because, as the saying goes, ‘ACTIONS speak louder than words’.

Because the loudest words regarding me right now are “Can she still go”?

‘Can she still go’? Does Deanna Frost have it in her after being gone for so long? Does Deanna Frost still have the skills to be at the level she was at? Or is she only setting herself up for the disappointment of her life?

But the thing is… people think that me coming back here and having a ‘burnout’ of my own? That THAT is the disappointment of a lifetime…

Those people don’t get it.

What has been a greater disappointment is having to sit on the sidelines for nearly a year while my friends fought wars and battles that I wanted to help them with. While SCW was attacked by not just women and men but a Fall of Man and I couldn’t be there to fight for it. That the title I carried for over a year was defended and stolen and I couldn’t do anything about it! So, in the end, I’d rather lose it all by being beaten… then to sit on the sidelines and watch it all fade away.

So I am not here to preach. I am not here to promise. I am not here to ‘guarantee’ a single thing. I am here in my return match for one reason and that is to fight! I am here to fight tooth and nail to survive and to fight beside my friend. A woman I respect so much in Luz!

And we are not a tag-team. We come from different tag-teams, her and I. Both former tag-team champions and up against a team we both know very well in our own battles. The European Fiery Nation.

Now, boys. You probably don’t remember me, but before I was taken from this place, I was the person ducking your boss as he swung that damn mace at me before I took him down with a Burnout. I was also the one that watched you crush and smash Enigma – Veil now, I know – into the ground before he disappeared in a puff of smoke. So I know how dangerous and brutal and violent you two can be, want to be, and will be on Breakdown.

And yes, you have the advantage on Luz and I. We have never tag-teamed. You guys have. And you guys have been here this whole time. I haven’t. But there’s something you guys aren’t yet realizing.

I’m not a weak-link in the chain of this match. I’m a wildcard! Because I may be rusty, I may not. I may be dull, I may not be. But just as likely as the chance that I could be the one that costs Luz this match, is also the chance that I’m the one that excels in it.

Because tonight, I’m not interested in proving I’m ‘tough’. Proving I’m ‘better’. Proving I’m ‘this’ or ‘that’. No, Erikson and Theron. I am intend on proving is that I am back! The Red-Manned Lioness is back in SCW! And I am not going anywhere! I am not going back, I am not going away, no! I am going straight to Rise to Greatness, which means that this Breakdown, Luz and I are going to go RIGHT THROUGH you two!

And when you two wake up from the beating she and I will give you, you might be able to answer that burning question on everyone’s mind.

Will Deanna Frost burnout? Or will she rise to greatness?!

Checkmate, bitches!