Kimberly Williams vs. Deanna Frost

[SnowQueenSCW]

Frost No More

”Shadow on the Sidewalk”

Streets of NYC
New York City, New York
November 5th, 2025
7:43am

Deanna Frost tugged her hood a little lower over her dark-red hair as the cool breeze swept by her, winter clearly on the way. Despite the sun just rising up and the dim of night still evident, the redhead wore thick, dark sunglasses against her gray hoodie, her runners making little sound as she walked slowly along the streets, her eyes rarely leaving the streak of platinum-blonde just a short ways in front of her.

Elsianna walked stiffly, almost awkwardly with so many people marching fast around her, the crutches swinging awkwardly under her arms. Even from her distance, Deanna could hear each clack of the rubber tips hitting pavement – which only further unnerved her.

Twelve years old... she thought, not for the first time this morning. Stubborn as the day she’d been born...

She didn’t know who to blame for this. Selena for saying the wrong thing, Elsianna for refusing her mother any slack about it, or Deanna, herself, for not knowing how to stop the matter from escalating this morning as it had. It didn’t really matter now, did it? All she could do was bundle up, dress quick, and slip out of the tower after Elsianna without the twelve-year-old noticing.

HONK!

Emerald eyes flicked from Elsianna to the street ahead, to the impatient driver wanting the car in front of him to move. Elsianna kept her head down, moving at a steady pace, her backpack bouncing unevenly with each uneven hop as she, eventually, crossed the street.

Deanna stayed far enough behind that Elsianna wouldn’t notice, at least that’s what she was trying to do. She wasn’t some kind of ninja or whatever like those shows David loved to watch, but wrestling had taught her a lot about timing, about distance and rhythm – even if the redhead still felt a little rusty in those area.

It’s almost like tracking an opponent, isn’t it?

Deanna didn’t answer the mental thought of the Heart – mostly because the thought made her stomach twist in disgust. The young girl wasn’t an opponent. She was Deanna’s little girl. No matter how much is changing...

But everything’s changing, isn’t it?

She couldn’t deny that fact. Everything swirled around Selena, Deanna had to admit that to herself. Everything Selena did affected the family, and lately, it hadn’t been good at all. At least when she had started being a villain, there was some method to the madness. “The villain SCW needs...” that’s what she and Light in the Darkness had thought of The Snow Queen. But now? It was impossible to tell. She was fighting the obnoxious Glimmer Sisters – yay! – but then she was harassing people involved with the world title picture – not yay...

Following her daughter, Deanna remembered the words said earlier by her eldest child – wishing for things to be as they were. It was a child’s wish, but Deanna wanted nothing more than that. Hell, she’d give up the SoA tournament, her place in SCW, her very job in it, if it meant she could bring Selena back to that mindset of happiness and purpose. To go back to high-fiving fans and pointing at their signs. To care about the people, rather than trading the cheers for control and power – power Selena wielded viciously...

It was partly why Deanna needed to win the tournamnent – outside of the many reasons for herself. I have to show her it’s still possible... she thought. Still possible to have integrity and belief in SCW...

Deanna slowed her pace as Elsianna reached the corner by an old bakery. Even from her position, the redhead watched the owner wave from the window, calling out something friendly that Elsianna noticed. The young girl simply nodded and kept going, focusing on not bumping into anyone. The next few blocks passed by in a similar fashion, Deanna continuing to maintain the same distance behind her daughter, grateful that the weather hadn’t been working against either of them.

Then, halfway down Birch Avenue, as Elsianna crossed another street, following the crossing-lights, another impatient driver... another loud HONK! Elsianna jumped up, wobbling on her good leg, one crutch slipping out from under her. The world tilted and Deanna’s instincts kicked in before she could think.

“Elsa!”

She was moving before she realized it, reaching the girl before she could hit the pavement, arms flying out to catch her, steady and firm. Much in the same, perhaps a developed New-York-attitude, the redhead’s head jerked up, eyes flashing towards the car/driver.

“What is the matter with you?!” she yelled at the driver – who was clearly surprised, but then honked again! Oh,you little... “Go to hell!” Deanna called back to the driver as she carefully helped her daughter up and across the remainder of the street. It wasn’t until both their feet were back on sidewalk-concrete that she saw her daughter’s wide-eyed expression.

“Mom?!”
Deanna gave a huff before simply throwing a reassuring grin. “Hey, sweetheart. Go this way often?”
Elsianna scowled, embarrassed. “You followed me.”
“Guilty as charged.” Deanna brushed a leaf from her daughter’s sleeve. “You shouldn’t be walking on that leg and you know it.”
“I’m fine.” Elsianna tugged her arm free and grabbed her crutch again. “I just… needed to get away from the house.” she started walking again.

Deanna sighed softly. “From your mother, you mean.”
Elsianna’s lips pressed tight. “I said I’m fine.”
“Right,” Deanna said, straightening up. “Fine enough to nearly face-plant into a storm drain.”

To that, thankfully, Elsianna said nothing. Probably because she knew she’d have a hell of a time explaining it if she had fallen.

“C’mon,” Deanna ordered, leaning to the side off the sidewalk and waving her arm – classic trick every New-Yorker knew. “You’re not walking all the way on that leg. We’ll take a cab.”

“I can do it—” Elsianna tried
“Elsa, please.” Deanna pressed. “She’s not here. You don’t have to keep it going.”

The young girl hesitated for a moment... then nodded, allowing Deanna to refocus on hailing a cab, even throwing in a high-pitch whistle. A few moments later, a yellow cab rolled to a stop beside them and the redhead helped Elsianna inside, careful of the cast as she folded her crutches in.

The driver glanced back. “Where to?” he asked as Deanna settled in.
“The Manhattan New School.” Deanna said, giving the full address. The cab pulled out and was on the way in seconds.

Elsianna, meanwhile, stared out the window. “You didn’t have to do this,” she murmured.
“I know.” Deanna leaned back, pulling her hood and shades off. “I wanted to.”
“You don’t have to babysit me, Mom. I’m not five.”
“No, you’re twelve,” Deanna reminded, her voice taking a slight sterness. “Old enough to know better than to walk so many miles on a broken leg, but not old enough to realize how bad that could go.”

Elsianna gave her a sidelong look. “You sound like Selena.”
Deanna winced at that. “It’s not wrong to worry about family.” she tried. “How would you feel if Amiliah suddenly decided to talk to school by herself?”

The teenager’s head shot towards Deanna, her eyes full of alarm before realizing the question was hypothetical.

“People change,” Deanna said quietly, letting her daughter settle back down. “Sometimes it’s not forever.”

The redhead gave a sigh as Elsianna kept in silence, the wrestler trying desperately to explain the events of morning’s breakfast.

“Your mother... she’s in a bad place.” Deanna spoke slowly. “This business... what it’s done... It’s not all happy and good-times, Elsa. I’ve seen it and lived it but your mother? It’s so much worse. The way it can take the parts of you that used to shine and turn them into something cold...”

It was beyond tragic. While so many others had fallen or quit SCW in the last ten-plus years, Selena had endured, taking it all and standing for what she believed in... beaten to the ground until what got back up wasn’t that Selena anymore...

Elsianna frowned. “You still love wrestling.”

The question almost caught Deanna off-guard. “Yeah,” she replied softly. “Despite everything... I still do. That’s why I wanted to go back so badly. That’s why I want to win the tournament so badly.” she eyed her wrist, still wearing the bracelet Amiliah had given her.

The cab slowed at a red light. Outside, kids crossed the street in clumps, some laughing and some chasing each other.  “I used to think she was a hero,” Elsianna finally said. “Mom — Selena, I mean. I used to watch her matches and think… ‘That’s what I want to be. Brave. Strong. Good.’”

“She was all those things,” Deanna said. “She still can be.”
“But not now,” Elsianna said flatly.

Deanna went to answer, but the cab had already slowed to a stop, arriving at Elsianna’s school. Paying the driver quickly, the older Frost stepped out first, helping Elsianna with her crutches and backpack.

“Thanks,” Elsianna said a bit awkwardly. “For… y’know. Not letting me fall on my face.”
Deanna smiled gently at her daughter. “No problem.” she replied simply.

The school’s warning bell rang in the distance. She would have been late if she had gone alone...
That’s how much she hates the Snow Queen...

“I’ll see you after school?” Elsianna’s voice broke through Deanna’s thoughts.
“You bet.”

Quietly, she watched Elsianna make her way up the path before shuffling back into the cab and giving the address of the Eyrie Tower next. As the car began its new destination, Deanna pulled out her phone to check it. As she predicted, a text from Selena blinked on the screen.

Did she go to school?

Deanna stared at it for a long moment – Of course Selena knew what she would do.

Yeah. She did. But you’ve got some work to do, Snow Queen.

Then she tucked the phone into her jacket, exhaled, leaving the last part of the message untyped and unsent. We both do...


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So... where do we start?

I guess we could begin with the concept of ‘uncharted waters’. Vague as that sounds, it is certainly apropos, isn’t it?

I mean, where are we headed? KABLAMia? Where is that? Never been there, I think – have we really ever talked about where that is even located? A 19+ event – never been part of that, really. What’s the demand? What’s the dress code? Is there a dress code? And there is no telling who will show up or who will do what!

What we have here, truly, is a large expanse of ‘unknown’, gritters. Where, how, what could happen/be allowed? And yet, swimming in that unknown sea, there is a single certainty. And that is the Shot of Adrenaline Tournament match. The match the maker of this event, Derek Adonis, himself, desired on his show! A match that he felt he NEEDED on his show!

So while I do not know much of what is to happen, I know what IS to happen is more important than mere words can say. This match up, this ‘next step’ in the SoA tournament, is so important! And while I won’t promise anything specific, nor will I ‘predict’ things like I have a crystal ball, I do have a certainty or two of my own.

You see, amidst the pomp, glitz, jokes, and questionable content, I KNOW the opponent I am going to face. I know her very well and she, gritters, knows me.

Kimberly Williams.

We could write novels about the history between you and I, Kimbery. Queen of the Death match fighting the Queen’s Guard? Champion vs. Challenger. There is no shortage to us fighting one another across my time here in SCW.

And while you have danced across a few matches in this tournament, taking the highest of highs and the lowest of lows with losing the Adrenaline title to Dexter Grant, I have been waiting for my chance to face you. Because, Kimmy, whether you want to take credit for it or not, YOU were the reason the tournament was considered in the first place. You and Dexter were the standards of the Adrenaline division, fighting incredible wars this way and that to the point SCW said “let’s raise the bar and bring back the tournament that did that for the division”. They believed the division – we – could do that. And you began the tournament as the champion, making you the standard of the whole thing!

My first match with Spencer Pryce? The match that started the tournament? I needed to try and match that standard. I found myself needing to meet that expectation. But winning a match for a standard and beating the person that personifies that standard? Well, they are two very different things.

I want to take you back a ways, Kimberly. Back to where our little feud REALLY began. I’m not talking about you kidnapping me or whatever. No, I’m talking about when I had to fight like hell to get a shot at the RTG pre-show against you for the Underground division. You took a look at me, Kimberly, and you said... that I didn’t belong there. That someone like me didn’t belong in the division you ruled. You set a standard, Kimmy, a bar you didn’t think someone like me could possibly reach...

But I did.

I beat you at your own game and became the Underground champion. My first upper-tier championship win. And the thing is, much as I was mad at you at the time, much as I didn’t like you back then, if you weren’t there telling me I couldn’t do it? I don’t think I would have been motivated enough to achieve that win. Call it a mind trick or something, I don’t care. The fact is that I needed that push, that standard to fight against, to push myself further than I believed possible at the time. And it was from that win that I was able to go further and further each and every month, every year...

Why do I bring this up now? Because, Kimberly, again, you are the standard. You and Dexter Grant are the standards of the Adrenaline Division, whether you want to be here or not. And if I have any hope of beating Grant, I have to be able to beat you, don’t I? If I have any hope of becoming Adrenaline champion, of winning this tournament, I have to be able to beat you, don’t I?

See, Kimberly, this whole time since I came back, everyone has asked up and down if I can ‘get back’ to where I was? Can Deanna Frost become what she was when she held the United States Championship for over a year? When she won the Elimination Chamber? And despite my best efforts, despite wanting more than anything to answer those questions with a ‘yes, and I will be even better’... I haven’t been able to.

Because I look at these last few months and see so many ‘couldn’ts’. I couldn’t regain the United States Championship and win at Rise to Greatness – the old Deanna was undefeated there. I couldn’t keep my team together to get out of even the first round of the Trios Tournament. Couldn’t protect Amelia from my own teammates who tried to take her out of the tournament before it even happened... things I don’t think the old Deanna would have messed up.

So... if I can’t beat you, Kimberly, something I’ve done before. Something the old Deanna Frost was able to do before... if I can’t beat you straight up? What does that say? What can I say?

But...

But if I can? If I can do what I did before? If I can do what I could only do when pushed beyond my limit before? Then yes, Kimberly! YES, I can say that I will be better than I ever was! Yes, I CAN be better that I ever was! That it’s as real a goal as becoming the Adrenaline Champion and winning the Shot of Adrenaline Tournament!

So when you said that you wanted to win this match simply because of me, Kimberly, I appreciated it, I respected it, it honoured me, but you have no idea the situation you have put yourself in with that admission. Because while you are coming into KABLAMia with one drive, I am coming in with two!

Because, unlike you, Kimberly, I don’t want to just win a match against you. I want to win the title you’ve already held. I want to win the tournament you don’t want to be in! I want to beat you and Grant and everyone in this tournament and have my hand raised high and say as loud as my lungs can manage that I am THE SCW ADRENALINE CHAMPION!

While you are driven, Kimberly, and coming at me with the desire to beat me and win a match, understand that I am coming at you not only matching that same desire, but also raising the damn bar because you are not just fighting against that desire, you are fighting against my very hopes and dreams! You are fighting against my very future here in SCW! Because for me? The Adrenaline title – this tournament – is MY world championship, Kimberly. It is MY Underground title. It is MY Supreme Champion status – all rolled into one.

Amidst these unknown waters, I don’t know much, but I know that I will NOT sink. I will not drown under the doubt! I will do what Deanna Frost – in any iteration – has always done and that is fight with all the grit she has in her body!

Someone said, not too long ago, Kimberly, that this is my tournament to lose. Well... tonight, in KABLAMia... I am going to prove them... and myself... right! Whether you want to be part of that or not!

Checkmate, bitches!