Deanna Frost vs. Polly Pingotti

[SnowQueenSCW]

Frost No More

”Cat Out of the Bag...”

Eyrie Tower
New York City, New York
November 19th, 2025
9:54am


Deanna Frost had never carried anything more carefully in her life during that walk back to the apartment. This included all three of her children when they were babies, her first SCW championship belt – the Television title - and even the handmade glass ornament Amiliah had insisted was “unbreakable” before immediately dropping it...

Ah, gravity – my mortal enemy... she recalled with a roll of her eyes.

Thankfully, Selena had not been home by the time she had returned from her workout/excursion, making the present-situation the easier to manage. She had chosen the farthest guest room to house the kitten. She kept visiting the room to take care of the kitten, taking her for her shots, to the groomers to be cleaned in the days that followed, and making sure the small one was happy.

With the children at school and Selena constantly training or going out at nights to clear her mind, the only hard part over the last few days was when the family was home, Deanna’s ears on constant alert in case a stray mew had made its way down the hall and down the stairs and heard by the children or – Odin forbid – Selena.

Alone, again, Deanna sat on the couch, the kitten curled against her collarbone, tucked cozily against her, its little head rested against Deanna just enough so that the soft vibrations of its tiny purr buzzed against her throat.

If only her thoughts were so calming and simple.

Selena is going to murder me.
But look at this face.
No, really — murder.
But the face.

It hadn’t been a total waste. In the last few days, the redhead had talked herself into at least seventeen different approaches for confessing the situation to Selena. She had since discarded sixteen of those ideas, and the seventeenth because it involved starting with, “Selena, don’t freak out,” which when the history anything from sitcom to wrestling segment had that approach ended well?!

Quietly sighing, the former champion softly petted the top of the kitten’s head. “I’ll think of something...” she whispered, though she wasn’t sure she entirely believed it.

“Deanna?”

The voice shocked the redhead to the core, Deanna flinching so hard the kitten squeaked in its sleep! She was up on her feet, scrambling left and right and, yet, making no real difference in her present location.

“De?” Selena’s voice floated from the kitchen, making Deanna’s heartbeat sprint a mile a minute – something she didn’t think she’d have to deal with unless she made it to the finals of Shot of Adrenaline!

“H-h-hey!” Deanna called out, keeping her back to where the voice sounded from as she gently stuffed the kitten into the front pocket of her hoodie. “You’re home early!”

She turned around just in time to see Selena standing in the entranceway, an eyebrow raised at the younger woman’s assertion. “It’s almost ten.”

“Oh.” Deanna’s eyes flew to the clock on the wall, the hands indicating the platinum-blonde’s correct observation and her... well, just sounding guilty. “Well, guess I lost tract of the time... lot on my mind, I guess.”

She was on the move, walking past her lover and into the kitchen. Selena, simply followed her, standing by the island counter in leggings and a loose tank. Her platinum-blonde hair was pulled into a messy ponytail but her icy blue eyes suddenly lifted immediately as a white, furry creature came bounding into the kitchen, making a beeline towards Deanna... and the hoodie pocket.

Deanna froze as their dog, Oberon, barked at her, even jumping back on his hind legs to sniff and nuzzle his nose against the front pocket.

“What’s in your hoodie?” Selena asked, her head tilting to the side.
Deanna swallowed hard. “Nothing.”
“Really? Because Oberon seems to disagree. So he’s either gone coo-coo or- ”
“MEW!”

The sound caused Oberon to jump back, though not as much as Selena did, her sapphire eyes flying to the hoodie pocket before going to Deanna.

Alright... Idea seventeen it is!

“Okay...” she started, biting her lower lip nervously. “Don’t freak out.”
Selena crossed her arms. “Seriously?”

Before Deanna could panic further, another mew broke the moment, once more surprising the large sayomed, causing him to bark again at Deanna.

“Traitor.” Deanna called down to the white fluff.

Selena pushed off the counter with slow, deliberate grace. “Deanna... What did you bring into the house?”

Deanna sighed before she slowly wedged open the front pocket of her hoodie.

Two tiny ears emerged.
Then big, blinking eyes.
Then a soft mewl.

And before Deanna’s eyes... The Snow Queen’s entire expression melted. “…Oh.”
“Oh?”

It took a second, but, eventually, Selena stepped closer, hands hovering near the kitten. “It’s… tiny.” she remarked.
“I know.”
A pale hand finally found the little one’s furry head. “And it’s warm.”
“I know.”
“And it’s… soft.”
“I know.” Deanna laughed at the last one.

The kitten let out a tiny purr and head-butted Selena’s hand, causing Selena’s breath to catch in her throat. Oberon nosed closer, sniffing frantically. The kitten mewled again and booped him gently on the snout.

Selena choked on a laugh. “He’s been smitten for three seconds and the kitten already hit him.”

Deanna laughed a little, more so relieved, before she scooped the kitten fully into her hands. “So… don’t freak out?”

Selena’s eyes lifted. “Where did you find her?” she asked quietly.
Deanna hesitated. Then said gently, “At our house.”
Selena’s breath stilled. “Our… house? You mean here?”

“No...” Deanna shook her head before sighing. “I meant... at Black Arrow.”

A long moment stretched between them. “You went?” Selena whispered, her voice akin to surprise and a little dismay.

Deanna nodded. “I went running without really paying attention and… I ended up near the gate. And I just…” she sighed. “I needed to see it.”

There was a moment of silence between the two before Selena reached out and touched the redhead’s arm. “Are you okay?”

With a wave of relief hitting, perhaps from processing the last few days of events, Deanna slowly nodded her head. “Yeah. Actually… yeah. More than I thought I’d be.”

“Good.” Selena nodded before gesturing back to the furry bundle. “And the kitten?”

“She was hiding in the construction stuff. I couldn’t just leave her.”

“Of course you couldn’t.” Selena sighed knowingly. “So, you brought her home.”
“For the last few days.”
“The last few days?!” Selena asked, more in surprise than frustration. “How have you managed that?”
“The far guest room on the west side. No one uses it and, well... she’s actually really quiet most of the time.”
“Apparently.” Selena noticed. “Oberon’s barked at it several times and all she’s done is bop his nose.”
“You’re not mad?”

“I’m—” Selena rubbed her forehead with her right hand. “I’m surprised. And maybe concerned. But mad?” She shook her head. “No.” As if understanding, the kitten pressed its head to Selena’s palm again, this time purring loudly. “And she seems to like me, which is a relief.”

“Everyone likes you.” Deanna tried lamely.
“That is a damnable lie.” Selena deadpanned.
Deanna laughed — bright and unguarded. “Well, small animals love you.”
“Thank god something does.”

Oberon barked indignantly, causing Selena to point at him. “You do not count. You’d love me if I came home covered in mud and beef jerky!”

The kitten reached forward and placed its tiny paw on Selena’s thumb.

“Don’t give me that look...” Selena tried.
“Mew!”
“Fine!” Selena sighed. “We’re keeping her.”
Deanna blinked in surprise. “Wait — really? That easy? I thought you’d need convincing.”

Selena cupped the kitten with gentle hands. “Well…” She glanced at Deanna, voice softening. “If she came from our house… then, technically, she’s ours already, right?”

Deanna’s heart clenched. Hard. Oberon woofed impatiently, nudging Selena’s leg.

“Oh gods,” the platinum-blonde muttered, rolling her eyes. “He wants to meet her properly.”

In response, Deanna knelt beside him, placing the kitten on the floor between them. Oberon lowered himself until his massive, fluffy head was level with the tiny bundle of fur. He sniffed once. Twice. Three times.

The kitten lifted her paw again and, again, gently tapped him on the nose. Oberon wagged his tail so hard his entire body wiggled.

“Obi’s got a little sister now.”
“Apparently,” Deanna said, smiling.

Oberon lay down protectively around the kitten, forming an immediate, fluffy, loyal barrier of warmth.

“He’s going to adopt her,” Selena said.
“He already has.”

The kitten curled against Oberon’s thick coat, kneading softly, while Selena leaned into Deanna’s side. “So what are we naming her?”

Deanna thought for a moment. She could think of a dozen names based on its fur color alone. Soot, Night, Noir, Sidian, Midnight...

“Midna?” she wasn’t sure why that name stuck out to her, but it did. And once it had formed in her mind, Deanna couldn’t shake it.

Selena tossed the name in her head a bit, tilting her head this way and that. “Midna Frost... I like it.”
Deanna, hearing that, smiled brightly as she gazed down at the little creature. “How about it, Midna?”

The kitten looked up at the redhead, its eyes wide. “Mew!” was all it said.

It wasn’t much, but in that moment, with Selena and Oberon, and now Midna, with her... it was more than enough for Deanna.
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So.... where do we start?

Do I start off yelling at the top of my lungs? Cheering for how we are one step closer, critters, to what could a ‘comeback’ that rivals some of the biggest ever done? Do I start of quiet, confiding in all of you my fears, my truths, and me insecurities? Do we meet somewhere in the middle, and I repeat myself or I go back on what happened? Or do I go forward?

I have asked myself that question time and time again for months now. Do I look back and try and find the Deanna I was? Or do I accept what has happened and push forward? And while the Frost name continues to have a mixed reaction one way or another, I chose the second option and I pushed forward. I carried my doubt, my unease, my question, my insecurities, and I pushed forward. Not because I had to, but because I wanted to.

Because I didn’t want a fire and a failure to be my last moments here in SCW. That isn’t what made me fall in love with this place. No! What made me fall in love with this place was the men and women both in front of the camera, behind it, and all the fans of the SCW Universe living their dreams, even if it was just for a moment of being part of a live show or headlining a pay-per-view, or becoming World Champion.

What made me fall in love with SCW was the mentality of pushing forward. When people tried to buy it outright? SCW pushed forward. When stables tried to take it down? SCW pushed forward. When people tried to take it over? SCW pushed forward! And that would not be possible without the SCW Universe and all the fans.

And, it’s taken me longer than I wanted it to, but I remembered that some time ago. I remembered that THAT was the reason I wanted to be more than just a manager. I wanted to ‘be better’ and ‘live my dreams’ like all of you do, critters. I wanted to inspire all of you like you inspire me. I didn’t just want to be a manager managing champions. I wanted to BE a champion. I wanted to BE a superstar.

Old song, I know, but it needs to be said, because for weeks now, I have had a singular goal. It wasn’t to win the world championship, it wasn’t to play off of my wife’s glory or history or choices. It was to forge my own path and be better than I ever was before. And that path, to me, had only one course. The Shot of Adrenaline Tournament.

At the last supershow, KABLAMia!, however, something different happened. Something that I didn’t expect to happen in Kablamia of all places. In a show with strippers, nudity, adult content, I felt so ‘out of my element’, more so than I ever felt before, fighting someone that was very IN her element in Kimberly Williams. And with all the jokes, the adult content – hell, I got hip-tossed into a pool during my match. I got so soaked to the bone, my wrestling boots were flooded!

And yet, in the most unlikely of places, I found something I’ve not felt since I came back...

And that should be something that terrifies you, Polly. Because while I have watched you come from highs and lows, while I have watched you take wins and losses – both small and big in both categories –  I have also seen you become something that I don’t want to be and that is stagnant.

You say you have been given nothing in the form of opportunities and what few you’ve had, you were screwed out of? Since before I came back to SCW, you have been begging SCW to give you opportunities, Polly! You’ve begged SCW for chances to rise up in the ranks – more than that, you’ve wanted to ascend to the top tier. And it wasn’t nothing that you ‘got’, Polly. It was ‘nothing’ you were able to achieve!

Because let’s think about those opportunities just while I was gone! Multiple title matches, Scaffold Scramble, you just HAD an Adrenaline title match! And yet for all of that – through some big wins and big losses – you’re still where you were when I had to leave. Begging for more opportunities and unable to capitalize for so many of them and all the while blaming someone else.

Case in point. You are on the chopping block for this tournament, with losses to your name and points behind me. I don’t say that to disrespect you, Polly. I say this because it makes me aware just who I am dealing with. The last several weeks, I have seen you lose your temper against people. You suckerpunch my wife, you assault Dexter Grant after your match with him, you are getting more and more angry with each passing week and, more than that, you are getting desperate!

You’re desperate to get back on track and be as good as your friends, as Marissa, even Selena, have said you are. And I’m not here to disagree with them, Polly. I know you’re good. You’re amazing, in fact. But that doesn’t erase what I see when I watch you. You’re desperate to hang on and make a name for yourself to the point you’ll do whatever you have to make that happen and you call that ‘motivation’. And you add that this match between you and me isn’t just an SoA match, but a match for your Television Title?

And you are risking more than losing a match, Polly. You are risking losing EVERYTHING! You lose this match? Your title goes away. Your place in the tournament is all but gone and you stay where you have stayed for months and months.

I paint this picture, Polly, because I can’t afford to take you lightly. I can’t afford to use stupid lines like “I beat the people that beat you!” or whatever. I have to look at you for who you really are, Polly, and that is a threat. A person that could end my momentum in a second! A person that could stop me dead in my tracks! A person that has never stopped working and never stopped punching the wall, trying to break through!

But where you keep trying to break that wall, Polly? Blaming people for losses and missed chances and wondering what it will take to break through? I am done hesitating to take my own shot at that wall!

I WANT to take a shot to break through that damn wall!

Because, like I said, something happened in KABLAMia, Polly. It wasn’t just me winning a match and getting another two points to my name. It wasn’t staying undefeated in this tournament, no. What it was... was something I had lost long ago.

I have been fighting my own demons and PTSD and doubt for so long... that I was drowning. And it took a Queen of Chaos to LITERALLY dunk my head under the water to chance that. It took me being beaten down, tossed into a pool, dunked underwater, factors thrown at me that I couldn’t predict – completely out of my element... and yet still win for me to wake up and feel something I haven’t felt in months!

And as I stood there, soaking wet, Polly, do you know what I felt? For the first time since I came back? In a word: Confidence.

For the first time, I actually felt – I actually believed – that maybe, JUST maybe, I could do it. I believed that there was a chance that I could win this tournament, become the Adrenaline Champion and accomplish something great! For the first time, after having everything thrown at me, my match coming off the rails and still finding a way to win and stand tall? I actually believed in myself.

Not because of my friends like Amelia and Luz, not even because of the SCW Universe or Selena. I love all of them and am more grateful to them than I can say. But this was the missing piece of the puzzle I so desperately needed, Polly! I believed in myself for the first time in so long because I couldn’t ignore what was happening around me anymore! The doubt in my head was a little less loud. A little less drowning!

That’s what you should be terrified of, Polly. You’re not fighting the Deanna Frost that hesitates. You’re not fighting the Deanna Frost that was full of doubt. You’re fighting the Deanna Frost that believes that not only can she, maybe, beat you... she can, maybe, beat Dexter Grant. Maybe, she can win this whole damn tournament. Maybe... she can become the SCW Adrenaline Champion!

A Deanna Frost that believes in herself, Polly? That is someone you should be scared to death of. Because it was me believing in myself that made me put a chamber up and fight my way through it, where I pinned you and won the whole match, remember?! It was a Deanna Frost that believed in herself that took on you and your Playgirls and beat them over and over again! It was a Deanna Frost that believed in herself that broke through the wall you’ve been punching for so long when she became United States Champion!

That is who you should be afraid of, Polly, because THAT Deanna Frost? That Deanna will not settle for being stagnant! That Deanna? Won’t waste this opportunity and blame someone for it! That Deanna? Is going to take all your skills, all your desperation, all you want to throw... and get back up with more grit than ever before!

Because I am THIS close to securing a spot in the semifinals, Polly! I am THIS close to getting to the end and possibly winning this tournament and possibly becoming the Adrenaline champion and that – and ONLY that – is my focus! You can add the tagline “Television title match”. I respect what that title means, I respect what you’ve done with the title, Polly, but I don’t give a damn! What matters to me is the line under our names: “SHOT OF ADRENALINE MATCH” because each one of those I have? I am one step closer! One step closer to proving to myself that their belief in me? The ones saying this is my tournament to win? It actually could be true!

So there you have it, Polly! Tonight, Breakdown, you can come at me and say some lines about Selena and about me. You can prove me right with words of a desperate wrestler, I respect that. But if you think that I don’t get you or I don’t understand or I can’t comprehend what I am about to face? No, Polly, YOU are the one that doesn’t know who they are about to face.

You want me to be complacent. You want me to rest on my laurels because I have more matches I could win to get my spot? That isn’t my way, Polly. It never has been. It never will be. I am simply a fighter. A fighter that doesn’t know how to stop fighting with all she has!

And tonight, nothing is going to stop me from fighting till my last breath. Nothing is going to stop me from securing my spot in the semifinals and beating you in the ring for the whole world to see!

Tonight, Polly? You CAN blame me for taking an opportunity from you... but you’ll be too busy looking at that ‘wall’ of yours – or what’s left of it... because I am knocking it down to the ground! And you along with it!

Checkmate, bitches!