Meghan Strader, Gavin Taylor & Nevado vs. Oskar Theron, Deanna Frost & Waylon Creek

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Frost No More

”Into Unknown Territory”

PPG Pains Arena
Pittsburgh, PA
September 30th, 2025
11:04pm

Deanna felt the buzz of the crowd – their noise causing an almost rippling effect through her skin as she sat near the front rows of the PPG Pains arena. Aptly named… she thought, not for the first time tonight, for she had witnessed so much pain in the last few hours, during her times of sitting and standing throughout the wrestling event.

She could not recall the last time she had been simply a spectator for a wrestling event, perhaps some years ago when she was still a manager to Selena – or perhaps when she was on maternity leave with their children. In so many years, she had forgotten that feeling – that buzz – that felt like it was ripping through her very core, rattling it, sometimes in a good way, sometimes in a painful way. For the past several years that she had been able to attend wrestling (not including the past many months she had been forced into absence), there had been a sort of ‘distance’ between her and this energy. She’d either be in the ring, or on the ramps, or backstage, but rarely ever in the thick of things and never for so many hours.

And, despite her love for the SCW Universe, she could not deny her general dislike of the energy and noise bombardment. It was jarring. It was, overall, unpleasant, and it further struck home her belief that she was never meant to be a member of the audience or the crowd, but a wrestler, like those she had watched for several hours tonight.

Speaking of ‘pains’ arena, there was something different about this company and event – AWR presenting ‘Ring of Glory’ – something that made it felt different than her own place of SCW. In all fairness, she had not heard of this company before, but she blamed that on her own ignorance than any fame or lack thereof of the company. Still, when the tickets had been mailed to her, redirected by the correct companies due to her residence in the Eyrie Tower, she had made the necessary arrangements and travelled the many hours to Pittsburg to attend the event. To avoid too much ‘detection’, she had chosen a simple airline and hotel itinerary – thankfully predicting herself too weary from watching the event – to make the travel back home in one night. Even now, as she watched the endings of what had to be the night’s ‘main-event’ unfold, the sheer exhaustion of simply watching the event washed over her time and time again.

In a word: the event had been brutal. The high-pace, never lowering energy of match after match, acts of power and control and technique further humbled and dismayed her – feats she, herself, was not sure she could even attempt to do. A striker like her, still trying to recover the abilities and style she once had – she wasn’t sure she could survive a place like this, surrounded by figures that favored brutality and unyielding resolve with their victories.

It was no wonder this place had fit her inviter.

Looking just beyond the ropes of the ring, Deanna spotted Oskar Theron standing in the ring, having regained his newly won King of the Cage title that he had temporarily discarded to allow himself to attack the fighters in that fatal-fourway main-event. The man had already been in a brutal cage match where he had showcased his own abilities – his agility, timing and awareness.

For all of his time within SCW, and perhaps to the stupidity of Deanna, Oskar had always been seen as ‘part of a team’ in the European Fiery Nation – or a goon of Konrad Raab, whom Deanna had even spotted at this event, which she had learned the reason for earlier in the night with a wild interference. But even when she had fought Oskar last, it had been as a tag-team with Luz as her partner. As such, she had seen them as a ‘pair’ and not individuals fully – much in the same people had, and still, saw her simply as ‘Selena’s wife’ or part of ‘The House of Frost’. Always coming to her with questions about Selena, always asking what Selena’s plan was.

As if Deanna could even guess.

She was bound by the deal she had made with the Snow Queen – set in the rules of their ‘one year’ deal. She was not to interfere in Selena’s business unless it was to fight her, something Deanna was not ready to do by any stretch of the imagination. It was why the older Frost had not questioned Deanna too much when she had shown the ticket Oskar had sent the redhead for this event and Deanna’s desire to attend it.

In short, she wanted to know her Trios teammate. She wanted to know who she was truly dealing with. And, for what it was worth, seeing Oskar in his own fatal-fourway match had been enough for her to realize that, like her, the man was being grossly overshadowed by his tag-team status/past. The man’s skills were sharp, his moves well-timed. It was no matter he had become the first-ever ‘King of the Cage’.

But then, as she had watched the main-event for the AWR World Championship, she had seen the dark-side of the man. Maybe it shouldn’t have surprised her, given who Oskar associated himself with within SCW – but seeing him standing there with the new world champion and two other man – four-person stable it seemed – Oskar, himself, being the deciding factor in who the new world champion would be, Deanna felt her heart sink.

It hadn’t been enough for Oskar to win his own title match. No, the man had systemically aligned with some kind of power group within AWR to ‘take over’. To overpower and ambush to assert his team’s will on who would be the winner of the main-event.

Is that such a bad thing? she heard the voice coil and writhe in the back of her mind, familiar as it was. Imagine him unleashing such resources… such opportunities for you… to hand you the Trios contract…

She pushed the thought back violently in her mind. She had no desire to listen any more of the Heart’s ‘commentary’ for the evening. She didn’t want to ‘cheat’ at anything. SCW had thrown so much at her feet, opportunities the likes of which she could not believe. First with Shot of Adrenaline and now Trios! It felt overwhelming at times the arrangement of these things. For the first time in, well, ever, she was suddenly even busier than Selena was, having two tournaments to deal with while Selena dealt with… Deanna wasn’t even sure.

But no, she refused to allow such options as ‘ambushing’ and what she was witnessing in the ring. As fate was not odd and, sometimes, cruel enough, she was going to be fighting one of her dearest friends in Amelia Nevado in the first round of the Trios tournament. A person that Deanna should be comforting after her failed attempt to become World Champion – something Deanna was all too familiar with – but instead, she was going to be fighting the woman for access to the semifinals and she refused to even consider any ‘foul play’ assisting her in gaining a win of that match.

Why not? came the mocking voice once more. Isn’t that how SHE got the Trios contract last year? By ‘foul play’? By ‘ambush’? By hurting her friend?

The redhead sighed at that, hating the truth but still not letting it change her mind. It was, technically, true. Amelia had benefitted, as had the rest of her team, from the interference of Blake Mason last year, Xander Valentine taking the attack on Selena Frost to gain the win for his team and, thus, the contracts. But Amelia had no part in that – she had sworn up and down to it.

Perhaps not… but she didn’t do the right thing, either, did she? She took the spoils of such a deed – used the rewards as she desired despite not earning them. Why would you be ostracised and hated for doing what she did? Wouldn’t that be hypocrisy?

I am not entertaining you. Mentally bit back at the voice as she watched the four men of AWR – two champions and tag-team – standing defiantly in the ring yelling words of “This is OUR world now!”.

But why not? Isn’t that what you want? To stand in the ring defiantly once more? Undenied? Unfettered? Not a doubt in any mind in the world over you and your abilities? All of that was taken from you… you have the chance to get it back! Think about it! Winning not only the Shot of Adrenaline tournament but the Trios tournament as well! Having such command over SCW within months! A comeback that puts the likes of Cid Turner, Josh Hudson and so many others to shame!

Again, Deanna tuned out the voice, opting to let the crowd roars of “BULLSHIT! BULLSHIT!” drown the voice out. She didn’t want to think about such things. She didn’t want to become just another villain – some ‘other Selena’ – not when the most important task in her life was to save her wife. Would winning tournaments like Trios and SoA help with that? Of course! What better way to prove that anything was possible than to win such tournaments on the fundamental beliefs and ideals that Selena had brought to SCW? Things like integrity and fairness and doing what was right – not the twisted notions those beliefs had been warped into.

She needs to see the good in SCW again! She needs to see there is a way back!

That was Deanna’s true driving force. She wanted something more than titles, than money, than power, more than her credibility back. She wanted her wife back.

There was no denying it at this point. She was still truly and deeply in love with Selena. She still, in her heart, saw the woman as her wife, and if it were up to her, they’d remarry and be done with this ex-wife business. But those were all trimmings and trappings. What mattered to her was getting her wife back. Bringing back the Selena that loved SCW, not the woman that was miserable by it. Bringing back the Snow Queen that believed in SCW, not the woman that tried to bend it to her beliefs.

But it was so much more complicated than that and Deanna felt that no one in SCW, save her and Light in the Darkness, could truly understand. Hell, even Deanna, was sometimes at odds with grappling the maze of Selena’s logic. It was part-act, part-belief. And she only had a year to solve it. To figure it out and find a way out of it for Selena or…or…

Her mind flashed out of the arena and back to that moment standing on the balcony of the Eyrie Tower, her Selena’s eyes shedding a few tears of utter loss and sadness as the Snow Queen let go of the rail, ready to plummet the thousands of feet below to the New York concrete…

It was almost enough for her to miss the figure passing just in front of her, her emerald eyes flying up in time to see Oskar Theron staring at her with a grin as wide as could be, shouldering his new title on his shoulder.

“Impressed?!” he yelled out to her with a grin. “That’s what I can do for you! You understand?”

Deanna gulped involuntarily but, otherwise, gave no other indication to the decree the man had stated. Unaffected, Oskar continued around the ring, rejoining his comrades and their leader, the new AWF world champion, the cameramen not following them as the team reached the beginning of the rampway. They must have cut the feed. Deanna reasoned, her experience in SCW allowing her to see the telltale signs of the pay-per-view coming to an end, thankfully.

Even so, she could not miss Oskar tapping the new world champion on the shoulder – Mike something was his name – whispering something to him and getting the nod from said champion. In a moment, the new ‘King’ was on the move, grabbing a cameraman and barking out orders to follow him and turn the camera back on. Of course, the meager man was quick to obey, not desiring an assault the likes of which the other three main-event-combatants had suffered that had left them lying in and out of the ring, as Oskar walked back around said ring until he was, once more, standing near Deanna, the redhead’s blood growing cold as a panic gripped her.

“Set up the shot.” He yelled at the cameraman, voice raising when the man hesitated.
“But Oskar… The pay-per-view is over…” he stammered.
“THE SHOW IS OVER WHEN WE DECIDE IT IS OVER!” roared Oskar. “This isn’t for AWR! This is for me! On behalf of the growing power in professional wrestling! Now hit the damn record button or I’ll put YOU through a table!”

“Oskar!” Deanna shouted out, not realizing she had until she heard her voice again. “Whatever you’re doing – don’t hurt – that is – please don’t attack-“

A glare from Oskar effectively stopped whatever words wanted to come from Deanna’s lips as the cameraman meekly obeyed the command, setting up his shot and hitting the record button. “It’s….It’s recording!” the half-cry, half-stammer came out.

Oskar didn’t hesitate. “People of professional wrestling! In case you missed it! A new power was born tonight here in Pittsburg! Not just the power in AWR but also everywhere we go and every federation we touch!” he held his new title up proudly. “I stand before you the new AWR KING OF THE CAGE champion and part of the newest and greatest faction created today! And while the faction will rule AWR with an iron-fist, I will be taking its power with me to SCW when I claim the coveted Trios Tournament and add it to my growing list of accolades!”

Deanna gulped, the full understanding of why Oskar had REALLY invited her to this pay-per-view suddenly very clear.

“Do you get it, chuckleheads? This is not some boring promo you’re going to hear about heart and promise like Nevado or some BS from a failure like Strader or Taylor – NO! This is a decree of war! One that won’t fizzle out like The Fall of Man or go nowhere like Syren’s 129th promise about winning and becoming world champion! My words have fucking SUBSTANCE! This is the proof!” again, the trim-man trust his new championship towards the camera.

“Tonight was just the beginning! The beginning of my rise through EVERYTHING and EVERYWHERE I go! No one is safe! No title is safe! No legend or former-Trios-winner is safe! October 8th!” he shouted. “Tune in to watch me lead my team to undisputed victory! Between the failed-to-be-World-Champion, the lesser of Light in the Darkness!”

“Oskar!” Deanna tried to yell out to get him to stop but her words were swallowed up as she was just out of shot of the camera, her heart aching as the man insulted her dear friend.

“Not to mention everyone’s favorite All-Star-Joke, and the girl that can’t even beat two past-their-prime characters! See who I fight!” he gestured to the ring and around, to the still recovering main-event wrestlers. “See the bodies left in MY wake?! You cannot catch lightning and you cannot catch me! All you can do Amelia, Strader, Taylor – is be the bottom-tier talent you are and get zapped! Get zapped and watch how a true champion – a true powerhouse – uses Trios to achieve REAL change in SCW!”

He gave a laugh before reaching out and grabbing the camera operating like a damn selfie. “And with this woman?!” he turned the camera towards Deanna, propping it on the barricade so he could stand beside her, shocking the redhead into standing stiff.

“With this woman…” Oskar continued, standing near her, Deanna doing her best not to flinch as he stood so close and within her personal space. “Do you think you stand a chance? Do you think you stand a chance with her on MY team? With Frost following my orders? Following my lead? The accolades she has DWARF all of yours!” again, another obnoxious laugh. “Do you get it now Gavin? Nevado? Strader? The best you have is an ‘almost World Champion’! We have a former Trios winner! A NEW ‘King’! AND… the greatest world champion within SCW!”

Wait… what?!
 
“The most dominant woman in SCW! You three cannot compare! You cannot compete! Just ask your ‘leader’, Amelia. She needed a fourth guy to get past this Frost – and I guarantee you that NO ONE is coming to help you this time!”

“Oskar…” Deanna tried, but was ignored.
“This is the team-up of dreams! The likes of which you all BEG for! Not one weak-link in the chain! Not one disappointment or failure in our ranks, while all of you REEK of failures! Of burnouts! Of hasbeens! But with the future of SCW in me – The King of the Cage! The wild, unpredictable Waylon Creek! And the dominance of the Face of SCW-“

“ENOUGH!” Finally, Deanna’s voice broke through, surprising Oskar as the ‘King’ spun around to stare down Deanna. “I’m NOT SELENA!”

It took a second for Oskar to realize what was being sad, though the comprehension was not complete. “What?”

“You’re talking about Selena Frost!” Deanna stared. “Selena is The Face of SCW! Selena is the former world champion!”

Confusion etched across the man’s face. “Then who the hell are you?”

“Deanna!” the redhead stated, shocked when she saw zero recognition on the man’s face. “Are you serious? We fought a few weeks before Rise to Greatness! I had wars with you and Konrad Raab several times!”

Oskar’s eyes widened. “Wait… you’re the other Frost? The one that had scared and scampered off like a bitch for almost a year?!” his voice had begun to grow back into a growl.

“I wouldn’t put it that way!” Deanna tried. “I actually did a lot before that! I won the elimination chamber and held the United States championship-“

“AHHH!” with a powerful yell, Oskar suddenly had the camera in his hand, chucking the heavy device into the ground where it bounced and parts of it broke off, earning a yell of shock from Deanna. Sadly, that didn’t seem to placate the man any, as he picked it back up with the same hand and threw it down onto the floor again, further damaging it. “ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!”

Angrily, he stomped back to Deanna, eyes blazing. “Are you fucking with me?! You’re the weakass Frost?!”

“No.” Deanna’s jaw clenched. “I’m Deanna Frost.”
“Not the Snow Queen?”
“No.”
“Oh, what the fuck?!” yelled the new champion, stomping around. “I can’t believe this!”

He seemed to stomp around a bit more before turning his head back to Deanna. “What fucking good are you then?!”

The question caught Deanna off-guard, the redhead’s jaw trembling a little as she tried to come up with an answer but none came out. Her record was less than staller since her return and she had no title or recent accomplishments other than a singles win against Spencer Pryce to brag about. Other than that…

You have nothing. And you think you can save Selena… The voice admonished. What fucking good are you?

The silence was enough for Oskar to shake his head. “What a fucking disappointment.” He spat, eyeing Deanna once more. “Just stay the hell out of my way, you got it?” he ordered. “You cost me the tournament? And you’ll go back on the disabled list.”

He didn’t wait for Deanna to respond to his threat, instead turning to march back towards the ramp, towards his comrades who continued celebrating their night of victories.

As for Deanna, the readhead merely stood there, far longer than she should of, the question echoing in her brain over and over again.

What fucking good are you?

And no matter how many times she heard the question… not once could she find an answer for it…