Deanna Frost vs. Amelia Nevado

[SnowQueenSCW]

OOC: Takes place following Selena’s second roleplay.

Frost No More

”A Different Answer”

Eyrie Tower
Manhattan, New York
August 3rd, 2026
4:36pm

It was the worst case of deja vu and it was enough to make Deanna Frost sick to her stomach. The realization struck somewhere between the elevator doors opening and her shoes pounding across the polished floor of Eyrie Tower.

Same corridor.
Same castle suite waiting ahead.
Same unbearable certainty that Selena Frost was somewhere beyond those doors and that every second mattered.

Except...

Faster... she was moving so much faster.

Her lungs burned, but they worked. Her legs ached from the ridiculous workout she had already forced them through earlier, but they carried her without hesitation. One year ago, running these halls had almost broken her.

Nine months away from SCW.
Veil still living inside every dark corner of her mind.
Her body softer, weaker, recovering from months spent trying to remember how to exist without fear.

She had arrived at this castle last year because she loved Selena... But she had arrived broken.

Today?

She had won the Shot of Adrenaline tournament.
She had survived Taking Hold of the Flame.
She was the Adrenaline Champion.
She was the World Tag Team Champion.
She was nine days away from fighting Amelia Nevado for the World Championship in the main-event of Rise to Greatness...

The difference a year can make...

The thought almost made her laugh – but instead, she pushed harder.

“Mom!” Elsianna’s voice echoed behind her, but the redhead barely slowed enough to look back. All three children were just a ways behind her. Elsianna led them, David behind her and Amiliah struggling to keep pace despite David holding tightly to her hand.

A year ago, Deanna had screamed their names at Selena as reasons to live... This year they had come to say it themselves. Again... the difference a year-

The thought left her before repeating as she reached the suite door and threw it open. “SELENA!” she called out loudly, hearing her voice ring within the familiar rooms to the tops of the familiar archways. There was no reply – not even a sound, causing her heart to drop. “Selena!” she tried again, tearing through the living room area, recognizing furniture only as blurs of colors. She didn’t have to search the vast suite – she knew exactly where she needed to go. Like her damn ‘flair’ would take her anywhere else!

She saw the open balcony doors as soon as she turned the corner... and the platinum-blonde that moved gently beyond the glass as she stood at the railing, overlooking the city of New York below.

Deanna stopped breathing. “No...” She gave one last burst of speed. “NO!” and saw Selena turn just as she burst onto the balcony. She barely registered anything except how close Selena was to the end.

“Don’t!” Deanna cried. “Don’t you fucking dare!”
Selena blinked, her face a dead calm. “Red-”
“Don’t!” Deanna crossed the distance between them and seized Selena’s wrist...Exactly as she had one year ago.

Except Selena wasn’t beyond the railing this time.
Both of Selena’s feet were planted safely on the balcony.

It took Deanna longer than it should have to realize it – just like the damn date. “I remembered!” she tried. “I’m sorry! Gods, Selena, I forgot the date but I remembered - I promised you. I promised if nothing changed I’d come back here and let you go but I was wrong!”

“Deanna-”
“No! Don’t tell me nothing’s happened and you were right! Things changed!” Her voice cracked. “They changed so much!”

Selena stared at her.

“You didn’t take my Rise to Greatness match!” Deanna continued desperately. “You could have! I offered it and you said no! You came back when I needed you for the tag titles and you waited for me to make the choice! You didn’t take it from me - I tagged you!”

Selena’s lips parted.

“And Elsa-” Deanna looked behind her. The children had reached the balcony doors -  Elsianna stood frozen there, breathing heavily. The instant Selena saw her, something changed in her sapphire eyes! Deanna saw it - so did Elsianna – but neither the teenager nor Selena spoke. So Deanna did, taking charge.

“You asked me one year ago if I thought I could help fix things with her.” Deanna’s grip tightened around Selena’s wrist. “Look at her.” Selena’s eyes remained locked on her daughter. “Look at all of them.”

David stood protectively beside Amiliah, whose face was wet with tears she clearly didn’t understand.

But Elsianna... Elsianna slowly stepped onto the balcony. “That’s not nothing changing!” Deanna whispered. “That is not failure!”

“Red-”
“No. You need to hear me.”

Deanna moved herself between Selena and the railing as though her body could physically block every terrible possibility. “You keep deciding what my choices mean! I offer you something because I want to and you decide I sacrificed it. I choose you and you decide you stole something. I love you and somehow you turn that into another crime you have to punish yourself for!” Selena’s gaze returned to hers. “You don’t get to do that anymore!”

“Deanna.”

“I decide what matters to me!” Tears spilled down Deanna’s cheeks. “You think the World Championship matters more than you?” She laughed bitterly. “Fine! Take the match!”

Selena’s eyes widened.

“I mean it! I’ll tell SCW right now. You fight Amelia.”
“Red-”
“If they won’t let me transfer it and I win instead? Take the championship! I’ll hand it to you myself!”
“Deanna-”
“The tag titles too! You can have mine. Both if you want! I don’t care!”
“Stop.”
“I’ll give you everything!”
“Deanna.”
“If this is about SCW-”
“It isn’t.”
“I’ll leave!”

That stopped Selena, sapphire eyes widening as Deanna’s chest heaved in quick breaths to keep her from collapsing.

“If that’s what it takes,” she whispered. “If you think me wrestling means you have to die, then I’m done! Rise to Greatness, Amelia, the Adrenaline title, the tag titles... all of it. I’ll walk away. I’ll never wrestle another match if that makes you understand that losing you is not some price I’m willing to pay for success!”

“STOP!” Selena’s voice cracked across the balcony, freezing Deanna and the children in place. For several seconds, there was nothing but the distant noise of New York beneath them.

Slowly, though, Selena pulled her wrist from Deanna’s hand. “You’re doing it again.” Selena whispered.
“W-What?” Deanna’s voice shook.
“Trying to save me by giving me everything.”
“I’m... I’m trying to keep you alive...”
“I know.”
“Then let me!”

Selena shook her head knowingly. “You already did.” she gazed down into the streets below for a moment...  “A year ago.” before her eyes returned to Deanna’s “You saved my life - but that isn’t why I came back here today.”

Confusion slowly replaced the redhead’s terror. “You called me.”
“You called first.” Selena corrected.
“You told me you were at the castle!”
“Yes.”
“Why?!”

Selena breathed deeply, looking at Deanna, then at all three of their children again before settling back on the redhead. “Because you were right.”

Deanna’s mouth opened but no words came out. Perhaps that was for the best as Selena’s right hand slipped into her own pocket.

“I don’t know if forgiveness fixes everything...” she whispered. “I don’t know if redemption means becoming who I was before. I don’t even know if I deserve either one... but you were right about one thing.” Selena stepped closer to Deanna. “I don’t get to decide the answer alone.”

Deanna’s heart stopped as Selena slowly lowered herself onto one knee.

“What are you doing?” The question escaped Deanna as little more than breath. Selena looked up at her...

Not the Snow Queen.
Not the Blue-Eyed Devil.
Not the World-Ruler.
Not the most hated person in SCW.
Just Selena.

Her hand came out of her pocket and her fingers opened... and lying in the center of Selena Frost’s palm...

...was Deanna’s missing wedding ring.

Deanna stared at it, then at Selena... emerald eyes holding sapphire ones.

“This time...” Selena whispered. “You decide.”
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The camera opens up to reveal the interior of the Ford Field arena in Detroit, Michigan, the site of SCW’s greatest pay-per-view of the year: Rise to Greatness! The decorations – signs, graphics, billboards, all massive and easy to see from far away – display the opulence to anyone looking... at least to the one that is able to look and see them...

As the shot changes, going closer to the empty ring, it instead focuses on one section of where the audience will soon fill. Deanna Frost sits alone several rows above the floor, emerald eyes fixed on the squared circle waiting beneath the enormous stage. She wears blue jeans, an emerald-green t-shirt, but none of her championships are with her. It is just her... in more ways than one.

Empty seats. Empty ring. No crowd. No noise.

A small smile crosses her face.

Funny... I know someone who used to love doing this.

She rises from her seat.

Empty arena. Empty ring. Nobody around except her and whatever truth she wanted people to hear. she starts down the steps. I think I finally understand why...

Her smile fades as she looks toward the ring. Because when there’s nobody else here... there’s nowhere for the truth to hide. She continues walking. And for once... for once... I am going to decide where we start!

She stops as she eyes the ring from the outside before slowly walking around it.

You said I wasn’t ready, Amelia. She shrugs her shoulders. And maybe that was you trying to ‘get in my head’. Maybe you wanted to ‘fire me up’ so I could ‘come at you with all I have’. You’ve always been good at explaining your words afterwards, so I know you’ll find a way to ‘explain’ your words to Jessica, especially after our last match. Maybe you expected me to get angry about it. Maybe I’m supposed to scream about everything I’ve accomplished and demand you respect me...

She shakes her head. But here’s the funny thing... I know what “not ready” looks like. she gazes at something behind her that only she can see. I’ve been her before. Before rolling into the ring, getting to her feet rather gracefully.

2023. Two years into my career. End of the Year event. SCW gave the fans the choice of who should challenge Asher Hayes for the World Championship... and they chose me.

There is still pride in her expression at that moment, a small smile breaking past her features of focus.

And I fought him with everything I had. Tooth and nail. It literally came down to ‘who blinks first’! And I came close enough that, for a little while, I really believed I was going to do it. I was going to become World Champion... She stops her pacing within the ring, looking out at the empty seats.

But looking back now? She shakes her head. I wasn’t ready.

There’s no shame in the admission. Just a statement of fact.

I was talented. I was hungry. I had heart. But being capable of winning the World Championship and being ready to carry it are two completely different things. She resumes her pacing, a hand trailing along the top rope. Looking back now, maybe losing to Asher was exactly what I needed. Because maybe if I’d won that night, I would’ve spent every day afterward terrified somebody would expose me. Maybe I would’ve needed that championship to convince myself I belonged here.

Her eyes harden before shooting straight at the camera. Sound familiar? she lets the words settle for a second before speaking again.

Then came last year... a long sigh escapes her, her eyes flying to the large RtG graphic hanging high above.

Rise to Greatness 21. Nine months away because of Veil. Doctors telling me I shouldn’t be back yet. My first singles match ending in defeat. My 487-day United States Championship reign gone. Nine months of credibility, trust and momentum disappearing while I tried to remember how to walk into an arena without feeling like I was back in Kentucky...

She stops her walk within the ring – contemplating. You want to know if I’ve ever been unready, Amelia? Again, she turns to the camera – to her audience. I was barely ready to be in SCW... But I stayed.

She walks toward the centre. And then I worked.

Raising her hand, one finger lifts up. Shot of Adrenaline tournament. Undefeated. Another finger rises. Adrenaline Championship. Another finger. Taking Hold of the Flame. Another.

Every challenger who came after me – including you! She glances toward the imaginary place where the tag titles would rest on her shoulder. And when that challenge came? World Tag Team Champion.

Deanna lowers her hand. This time nobody voted me here.
Nobody gave me any of this.

I won my way here.

Her expression softens slightly. And the reason I understand you better than you probably want me to, Amelia... is Luz.

She paces slowly once again. I know what it’s like to love somebody and still wonder if everyone sees them before they see you.

A humourless smile graces her features...

Selena Frost was one of the greatest wrestlers SCW has ever seen – and that was before most people even knew my name. Then when the fame disappeared, the infamy became even bigger. Even now, in my first World Championship main-event at Rise to Greatness, guess who SCW put at ringside? She spreads her hands. So believe me... I understand shadows.

Her voice sharpens.

I understand watching somebody you love succeed while you’re asking yourself why it isn’t happening for you. I understand frustration. Jealousy. Inadequacy. Fear.

What I don’t accept is pretending those feelings made your choices inevitable!

The redhead stops again. Because when I felt small beside Selena, I eventually learned that Selena being great didn’t make me less. The only person who could make me smaller because of her success... was me. Her eyes narrow. But you decided to go another direction.

She takes a slow breath – a pause.

You got closer to Frank Delatosso. You benefited when things weren’t exactly honourable. You looked the other way when it helped you... and then apologized when you had enough distance from it. Or do we need to take a look at your recent match history of disqualification wins?

Deanna shakes her head. Even so... I still believe you when you talk about integrity. Her tone is genuinely sincere, though her expression/focus does not change.

Not all of it... Not anymore. But some of it? Yeah. I think the Amelia I know is still in there somewhere. Her jaw tightens. Which is why last Breakdown bothered me so much.

She points toward the ringside area.

Ryan LeCavalier attacked Selena from behind. Tried to injure her before Rise to Greatness... And unlike me trying to get there from backstage... you were right there... a few feet away. Deanna's expression shows disappointment more than anger.

You didn’t have to like Selena. Gods know over half the roster and staff doesn’t. But the Amelia I knew wouldn’t need to like somebody to recognize that attacking them from behind was wrong!

She shakes her head slowly. But you did nothing despite how wrong it was. You just... watched...

And that’s when I realized what scares me about you becoming World Champion. Her voice lowers. I’ve seen this before.

The challenger looks down briefly.

I’ve watched someone I love become so obsessed with being World Champion that eventually the championship stopped being something she held... and became something she needed in order to know who she was. Her eyes lift again. And Amelia? You are getting dangerously close.

She steps forward. You told me I wasn’t ready to face you before our tag-team title match. A small smile appears. Then I hit you with the Burnout.

And you stayed down longer than three seconds. No boast follows that statement. That doesn’t mean I beat you. But it means I proved I can. Just like you could beat me if you lock in The Blight Choke... I’m well aware of that.

The smile slowly disappears. But what happened afterwards told me much more. Deanna gestures toward one corner. You had Luz waiting. she then gestures toward another corner. And you hesitated.

She taps her own chest. I didn’t.

I could’ve tried to make that moment mine. I could’ve decided that I needed to be the woman who finished Amelia Nevado – the world champion of SCW! She shakes her head.

Instead, I tagged Selena. Because I didn’t need the moment. Her voice hardens. I needed the win.

She pauses to let those words sink in. That’s the difference between us right now. She points toward the centre of the mat near her. When pressure hits, you keep asking yourself ‘what proves Amelia Nevado is the best?’. Her hand lowers.

I ask what gets the job done. That’s the big difference between us. It’s why the House of Frost has already taken a title from you... just like I will in this very arena.

Because at Rise to Greatness, I won’t hesitate.

Deanna stands completely still now, standing in the middle of the ring.

I know how good you are. I know how smart you are. I know you will throw everything you have at me – and I know anyone who wants that championship staying around your waist will do the same... She nods.

Good. She grins. I want everything.

Slowly, Deanna’s left hand rises – revealing the silver-banded, gem-stone laden, diamond ring around her finger. Because this isn’t only about becoming World Champion for me.

Her thumb passes gently over the ring. It’s a promise...

A year ago, I promised someone I would find a way to prove that everything wasn’t hopeless. Her emerald eyes stay on the camera. And somewhere along the way, I made the same promise to myself. And I made it to SCW.

Deanna's voice strengthens with every word.

You don’t need to forge somebody’s signature.
You don’t need to get comfortable with the boss.
You don’t need an entourage protecting you.
You don’t have to steal somebody else's opportunity.

She presses her fist against her heart.

You can get hurt.
You can fail.
You can lose everything you thought made you important.

A smile slowly emerges again. And then you can get right back up!

Defiantly, she looks around the empty stadium. Heart. Grit. And the refusal to stay down. Her eyes return forward. That’s what brought me from barely being ready to wrestle last year... to standing here ready to fight for the right to call myself the best wrestler in all of SCW!

She breathes. That is what a champion should be.

Slowly, the young woman looks down at her wedding ring. And that is the kind of SCW World Champion I’m going to become.

Just as slowly, Deanna lifts her left hand to her lips... So you keep telling me I’m not ready, Amelia. ... and kisses the ring. A year ago... you would've been right.

She smiles as she lowers her hand back down. But you’d be amazed what difference a year can make. Her emerald eyes narrow. But at Rise to Greatness... I’ll only need three seconds to prove it.

Three seconds to beat you.
Three seconds to make history.
Three seconds to become Deanna Frost... SCW World Champion!

With a familiar, excited and playful grin, Deanna gives the camera a small salute. Checkmate, bitches!

Before the camera fades to black.