Deanna Frost vs. Kimberly Williams

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OOC: Plays off both PPV rps and takes place before Selena’s second roleplay. Good luck, Matt! 

Project: Black Ice

”The Woman I Am…”

Anvil Mountain Correctional Center
Nome, Alaska
July 24th, 2022
8:23pm

Deanna hopped from one foot to the other, trying to dispel the nervousness she felt in her system. It was almost like feeling like you had to go to the bathroom, but instead of being centralized in the bladder, the feeling was all over her body.

“This is crazy…” she thought, not realizing that she was speaking the words out loud. “This is crazy. This is crazy.”

Selena was still at the hotel, using the room they had rented to film her first promo for Rise to Greatness. Assuming all goes well… I don’t want to fall behind. The Snow Queen had playfully remarked. It was a poor attempt to hide her trepidation, her fear, for tonight.

Tonight, she was going to meet Killjoy… for the last time.

Despite herself, Deanna felt her spine shiver at the thought. The two of them had fought over this weeks ago and Deanna had refused to let Selena go by herself in this. It didn’t matter what Killjoy wanted. The redhead was not going to let Selena walk into a death-match alone! 

But a week had gone by and she still had no plan. In fact, it hadn’t been until she had boarded the private jet for Nome that an idea had struck… an insane plan that couldn’t possible work…

“Well, first plan, best plan.” Deanna whispered to herself again as she saw the door open, the guard to the prison – they called it a correctional facility, but Deanna knew a prison when she saw one… - stepping out and urging her to him with a wave of his hand. 

Quickly, the redhead adjusted her hair and suit. She had followed the ‘dress code’ outlined in the center’s website, choosing to wear black slacks and a light-pink button up shirt. Her hair was tied back in ponytail and all her personal effects had already been given to the front desk, a familiar protocol for the young woman/former inmate.

“You will not discuss any illegal topics, not talk in code…” the guard was talking but Deanna was only half-listening. She still wasn’t entirely sure what she was going to say. “You’re conversation will be recorded for safety. You will have until 9pm to finish your conversation.” The guard drowned on, Deanna absent-mindedly nodding her head as he spoke. Clearly, the monotony of this job was getting to the man, his monotone voice indicating that, as well as his slouching posture that made him shorter than even her. Still, Deanna said nothing in remarks to it as she was lead to a room with a series of wooden desks linked together, all with reinforced glass that effectively divided the room into two sections. The guard was gone before she had even pulled out a chair to sit in one of the chambers, Deanna hearing the door close behind her.

She took a moment to register her current course of action with herself. “Yep. This is crazy.”

But, crazy as it was, she didn’t have any other plan. Selena couldn’t be allowed to kill Killjoy. It would destroy everything that made her…well, her. Deanna knew that much. She had almost lost her beloved with the whole Frost/Frostmere/Nicodemus confrontation and then again when Queenie had-

Deanna shut her eyes to drive out the painful memory. She refused to give in to the spike of anger and hatred she felt from such a memory. Selena had given in and ruined the inmate, far as Deanna had last seen over a year ago. And if she gave in anymore…

Deanna wasn’t ignorant. She had heard some of the rumblings of the SCW Universe. The fanbase. Even the roster. Many people loved to make ‘theories’ and ‘what-if’ scenarios. One of the most popular ones was what would happen if Selena became a ‘bad girl’ like Syren had been or Regan had been. There were tons of discussions on forums, Discord, YouTube videos by fans – all of which thought the idea was intriguing at worst, amazing at best.

It terrified Deanna. 

She had seen what evil Anastasia DeCarlo, Malcolm Scythe, Evangeline DeWinter, Brachiss, and Killjoy had done. Had been a target for so much of it… 

And Selena was stronger and better than all of them. Gods…if Selena became like them…

The notion was frightening because Deanna wasn’t sure she would be able to bring Selena back from that as she had in the past, but also because, deep down, she knew she wouldn’t stop loving Selena if she did. She would never agree, and do all she could to protect their children, but stop loving Selena? Not really possible.

That was why she was here – she reminded herself – as the door opened on the other side of the room and the thin man walked into the room to sit on the opposite side of her chamber. He wore an orange prison suit and there were bags under his eyes, but he looked no less wicked as he picked up the phone.

“Come to give me ‘inmate’ lessons?” he asked dismissively, his accented voice, so much like his father’s, lifting through the phone and into Deanna’s ear.

“This one of those ‘don’t drop the soap’ questions?” Deanna asked.
“You tell me.” Ryan Scythe shrugged. “You’re the one that’s been in prison longer.”
“I…” Deanna’s jaw trembled a little as she regarded the former politician – the biological father (donor was the better word to her, actually) to her first two children. “I wanted to talk to you.”

“Oh!” Ryan scoffed. “You mean you didn’t come all the way from New York just to tell me how orange is a much better color for me than purple?” he scoffed again, this time far more sarcastically. “Well there goes all my hopes.”

“Orange makes your face look orange as well.” Deanna answered matter-of-factly, immediately ending the older man’s humor.
“Well, thanks for that.” He half-spat. “Now that’s all I’m going to be thinking about the rest of the night.”
“You actually manage to sleep?” Deanna asked. “How’s your watchguard?”
“My what?” Ryan asked, clearly confused.

“Dude…” Deanna’s mouth hung open again, only a little. “You don’t – who’s watching your back while you sleep? You know they can unlock the cell doors at night for certain people that pay, right?”

“They…they do that?” Ryan asked.
“Ryan…how…how have you managed…” Deanna shook her head. “If it wasn’t for Shar looking out for me right away, I would have been a mess after night one!”

“Well, how am I supposed to know what a watchguard is or whatever you call it?!”
“Haven’t you see any prison movies? I mean, real prison is much worse, but at least you’d have an inkling of an idea.”

“No, I haven’t!” Ryan shot back. “How the hell am I supposed to get one of those then?”
“Money? Trade? That sort of thing. I can’t say the C-word.”
“What? Cunt?” Ryan asked.
“Oh wow…” Deanna’s eyes widened. “You don’t even know what…”

“What?!” Ryan asked. “What the hell are you talking about?”
“I can’t say it, Ryan.” Deanna shook her head. “If I do, they’ll think that’s what we’re talking about!”
“Can you give me a hint?” 
“Um… oh! Part of the word is the name of a Super Nintendo game.”
“What the hell’s a Soup or Mitten Dough?”
“No… Super… NIN-TEN-DO.”
“What like the video game?”
“YES! Why am I wasting my time with this?!” Deanna asked without thinking.
“I don’t know, you’re the one using words I don’t know!”

“Starts with a C and don’t say that other word! It’s not it! Rhymes with Fonta!”
“Conta- Contra – Contraband?” Ryan raised an eyebrow. “That’s the word? You can say it here – just don’t have any.”
“Oh…Nome’s much more lacked than Frankfurt.”
“More lacked than Germany? Gee, I wonder why.” Ryan huffed. 
“Probably why you don’t need a guard.”

“Cept now I’m gonna look for one.” The inmate muttered under his breath before returning his glare back at Deanna. “What the hell do you want?”

Taking a deep breath, Deanna gazed back to the man behind the glass. “Selena is facing Killjoy tonight… for the last time.”

“Good.” Ryan shrugged. “Win win for me. Would be awesome if they killed each other, but I’m not THAT optimistic.” He tilted his body and his face grimaced a little as he spoke the last line.
“Ryan, come on.” Deanna pressed.

“Oh, god.” Ryan replied after seeing Deanna’s expression. “Don’t tell me you’re here because you want me to help you save Selena.”
“Of course, I am!” Deanna pressed. “Jean and Zoe don’t know what to do. Gavin is clueless. You…you worked with her. You must have something! Anything!”

“Okay, couple things. First of all, why the hell should I help you?” Ryan laughed. “I’d be thrilled if Selena died. Last I checked, you lot are the reason I am in prison in the first place.”

“You threatened my children.”
“MY children.” Ryan shot back. 
“No! MY children.” Deanna fired back in reply. “You pumped out some sperm – OOOO! You’re a great masterbator, it seems. I’m the one that raised them for nearly seven years.”

“Oh, you’re really helping your case here, DeeDee.” Ryan laughed.

Ignoring the nickname she hated being called, Deanna took a quick breath. “Ryan…you…” she tried to find her words. “I love her, okay?”

“Very happy for you.” He replied coldly.
“No, I mean…you did too right?”
Again, Ryan scoffed. “She was a means to an end, DeeDee.” Ryan explained. “Having her allowed me to get closer to father, which gave me more power.”

“Bullshit.” Deanna countered. “You could have done that a dozen different ways. Politics, career, hell you managed it while married to Talia. I don’t believe for a second that you didn’t at least, at one point, care about Selena.”

The inmate sat back in his chair, his eyes never leaving Deanna as his thumb stroked the black, plastic phone receiver. “She was amusing.” He admitted. “And very bright. Spunky as hell.”

“Yes. That hasn’t changed.” Deanna smiled. “She can still sass me under the table.”
“Other things too, I imagine.”
“Easy.” Deanna warned. “A gentleman never asks and a lady never tells.”
“Ah, for the best.” Ryan laughed coldly. “Talking to an ex is a cliché for a reason.”

The two sat there in silence for a moment, neither speaking a word.

“I need something. Anything, Ryan.” Deanna tried again. 

For a moment, Ryan exhaled through his nose, though his eyes stayed on Deanna. “I’m sorry.” He shook his head. “I can’t.”
“Can’t or won’t?” Deanna asked.

“Can’t.” Ryan shot back. “Because I’ve got nothing. Selena CAN’T beat Killjoy, okay? She’s smarter than Selena. Far more dangerous and has no moral code like you and she do! That’s why Malcolm and I could beat you in the past! Because you won’t do what is necessary!”

“Murder is never necessary.” 
“Oh, so if a maniac held a gun to your head, you wouldn’t forgive Selena is she killed that person to save you? What about if it was Elsianna or David?”
“That’s different!”

“It’s not different.” Chuckled Ryan. “Once you take that step, you can’t go back. And then you take another step and another and another. That’s all it takes. One step at a time.”

“There has to be something I can do to stop this.” Deanna pressed.

“There isn’t.” Ryan shook her head. “If Killjoy and Selena are headed off to kill eachother, than one of them will need to die for this to end. That’s how it is.”

“What if…” Deanna racked her brain desperately. She knew there had to be another way – she just needed to give Ryan more incentive to think outside the box like the politician he is. “What if I can reduce your sentence?”

Immediately, Ryan’s eyebrows shot up to his forehead. “Explain.” He ordered.

“You’re in for first-degree assault and battery.” Deanna explained. “Fifteen to twenty years. What if I convinced Talia to drop the charges to a second or third degree? Drops down to five to ten years just like that.”

“You can’t do that.” Ryan laughed. “Talia would never-“
“You underestimate me.” Deanna shot back, effectively silencing the man.

Quiet, Ryan stared down Deanna, his thumb still massaging that phone. “Fine.” He breathed.

“Okay.” Deanna perked up. “Okay, so your father knew he was going to die.”
“He what?” Ryan asked in disbelief. “What are to talking about?”

“He didn’t tell you?” Deanna asked, genuine surprise in her voice. “He knew for months that Killjoy was coming to kill him.”
“And he just let it happen?”
“Selena said that he felt there was no move he could make that would change that result.”
“Checkmate…” Ryan muttered under his breath. “Which means…”

The redhead shivered as the inmate’s cold eyes jumped from the wall to her, then back and forth for several seconds, his voice barely a mutter that Deanna could not hear.

“You should go now.” Ryan suddenly replied, causing shock to ripple through Deanna’s frame.
“What? What about helping-”
“You don’t need my help.” Ryan shook his head dismissively. “If Malcolm saw this coming, then he’s given you all you need to beat Killjoy.”

“Selena…Go home. Leave this to me.” the words that Malcolm had spoke a year ago when they had first met Killjoy, in person (before that year’s Rise to Greatness), echoed in Deanna’s mind.

“I don’t understand.” Deanna replied. “How could he give us anything – all he did was leave us money and his files.”

“Dee-“
“Deanna.” The redhead pressed. “My name is Deanna.”
“Deanna.” Ryan sighed. “I don’t know why I am saying this but…you need to think like Malcolm. Like me. Like Selena.”
“But…I don’t know how to-“

“Hey!” The voice came from the guard as he re-entered the room. “Time is up.”
“It can’t be-“ Deanna’s voice died as he saw the big hand of the clock on the wall indicated the new hour. Quickly, her eyes flew to Ryan.

“Ryan, please…”
“Good luck…Deanna.” Ryan sighed. “I really mean that, for your sake.” He added before hanging up the phone and moving out of the chamber. 

“RYAN! RYAN!” Deanna yelled but her voice fell on deaf ears as the man disappeared behind another door, back to his cell.

Escorted out of the jail by the same guard, Deanna’s thoughts were rampant as she drove back to the hotel on one of the main roads.

“Always had the means to defeat Killjoy? What does that mean?” Deanna tried, searching her brain. “Okay…think like Malcolm…”

Her voice suddenly adopted a poor, deep-voiced accent, a cheap imitation of the deceased former mayor but the redhead went with it.

“Hello…I’m Malcolm Scythe. Mayor of Nome. I am rich and powerful. I don’t take no for an answer and my hobbies include scaring little children and burning down puppy-farms and orphanages! MWUHAHAHA!”

She gave a shake of her head as her eyes caught the digital clock in the Honda Civic she was renting. “Come on, Deanna… You’re running out of time!” Once more, adopted her accent. “I know that Killjoy is coming to kill me. Any move I make, she foresee. My death is inevitable…so what do I do? What do I do? I want to save my grandchildren, which mean I have to, begrudgingly, save Selena and Deanna Frost. Which means they need the means to do so…what would I do…where I hide it…”

Something didn’t quite click in her mind. Malcolm had insisted that Deanna and Selena stay as far away from Killjoy as possible – to let him deal with it, because Selena would be destroyed if she continued seeking answers.

“But…” Deanna’s mind wandered. “What if he KNEW that we would go looking. And that means he KNEW that we would find out about Project: Black Ice…which is why he GAVE us the files and archives in his will…”

Emerald eyes widened. “The solution is in the archive files of Project: Black Ice!”

The redhead was not ashamed to admit that she ran a redlight in getting back to the hotel. Practically flying out of the car, she had to stop herself from making too much noise as she rode the elevator to the right floor and entered the room, hearing her wife’s words from the bedroom/study.

“Adam, there is a reason ‘doing whatever it takes to win’ hasn’t worked for Holly Adams and the Brand against me. There is a reason that using the same ‘lines’ hasn’t worked in the past in ending my reign as world champion, no matter who you ask like Tommy Valentine or Kandis. There is a reason that ‘same old same old’ doesn’t apply to SCW anymore.” Selena’s words were loud and crisp – her ‘filming voice’ it sounded like.

Quiet as a mouse, Deanna creeped into the kitchen and grabbed her laptop, as well as the external hard-drive from the family room section of the hotel room. Still quiet, she opened the file that had started their ‘lead’ into Operation: Snowman, and quickly began scanning the numbers. “Where would you be…” she whispered under her breath as she spent hour after hour searching until her eyes began to burn from looking at the screen too long.

Releasing a sigh, she ran her hands through her hair, her eyes cast to the clock. She still had an hour before the deadline – the anxiety kicking in to keep looking. Quickly, her eyes continued to scan the large file until they caught an ‘addendum’ to the deposits of that year – the same page that had lead them to the orphanage center off near Pilgrim Springs. However, as she read the addendum, something caught her eye.

“Ten million dollars?” Deanna asked, reading the line. “Delvida Dias Music Company.” Despite herself, Deanna almost dismissed it. It was in Malcolm’s early years of political endeavours. Charity to music companies and programs were good PRs for someone like him. Still, ten million dollars- that was basically…

Deanna’s eyes widened in realization, quickly opening up a word processor. “No…it can’t be.” She whispered but still typed out the company.

“D-E-L-V-I-D-A D-I-A-S…” and the rearranged the letters and deleted them as she did. “David and Elsa…” she whispered. The amount ‘deposited’ in the addendum was the same amount left to both Malcolm’s grandchildren and the name rearranged into said grandchildren’s name. Quickly, Deanna opened up the files and searched the folder. “Show me everything regarding ‘Delvida Dias’…” she whispered, but even after a three minutes, all that showed up was one file. A pdf that wouldn’t even open on Adobe.

“No…” Deanna half-grumbled, half-cried. It was a dead end! She was almost out of time! Selena would be coming out of her room any moment, ready to meet Killjoy and all she had for her efforts was a PDF that was… 

Again, Deanna’s eyes widened as her mouse hovered over the file, displaying its stats. “15 Megabytes!”

No PDF was that large! Not even the files! It was impossible! The size limit made anything larger than 10 MB impossible for PDFs. Biting her lower lip, Deanna double checked the file extension. It said “pdf” but… “What if it isn’t?” she asked before right-clicking it. Slowly, her fingers her named the extension part. “MP3”. 

“Warning.” The screen urged. “Altering the file’s pathway may make the file unreadable-“
“Already is.” Deanna huffed before pushing the ‘okay’ button. Immediately, the file icon changed to that of a VLC, which Deanna immediately double clicked.

The program opened…and Deanna’s ears burned as she heard Britain’s national anthem before the voice come through the speakers. “Hello, Selena…”

Deanna was speechless as she listened to the recording, wave after wave of relief hitting her until it was over. “Selena!” she called out. “SELENA!” she screamed, pushing herself out of her seat and hobbling (her legs were asleep) to the room they shared. Throwing open the door.

“I found-“ her words died in her throat as she beheld the empty room. There was no Snow Queen, no wife, no Selena… Quickly, Deanna’s eyes took in the clock on the nightstand. 11:33pm. 

She had left early…snuck past Deanna when the redhead was busy researching! She was going to face Killjoy by herself…

“No!” Deanna cried out, rushing back into the main room to transfer the VLC file to her phone. She barely had time to do it before she was out the door and rushing down the halls to the elevator and out to the parking lot where the Honda Civic still was – thank Odin.

“No! No!” Deanna cried, starting the car and, once more, recklessly driving down the poor roads of Nome. “Don’t do this, Selena…Don’t let Killjoy make you into…” she couldn’t even finish the thought. 

The notion still terrified her.

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Deanna snapped back to reality as Selena held her tight against her, the two catching their breath as they had run from Killjoy, effectively escaping and freeing Deanna from the maniac.

“Sel-“ Deanna began but was stopped by the taller Frost, her beloved wife staring at her in that horrid black-skull mask.
“Take the next two lefts and then a right. You’ll reach the elevator.” She ordered in a harsh whisper. “Take it up, get back in the car and get out of here!”

“What about-“ Deanna tried but was immediately stopped by the older woman.
“I am ending this.” Selena growled darkly. “One way or another.”
“But Selena…” Deanna tried desperately. She needed to tell her wife the truth! She needed to see that she didn’t have to go this far! She didn’t have to become Killjoy!

“No.” shot the Snow Queen. “Whatever happens – do NOT stay here.”

“But you don’t understand!” Deanna tried, her voice still a whisper like her wife’s as her hands shot into her pockets, pulling out her cellphone. “I have-“ she tried to work the screen but Selena’s hands caught hers and held them tight.

“There’s no time for this!” Selena came in again, pushing Deanna away. “You need to go!”
“But everything-“ the redhead desperately cried, tears forming in her eyes.

“GO!” Selena’s hadn’t meant to yell but her frustration guided her action and it was enough. Despite herself, Deanna turned and ran, taking the route Selena had instructed to her.

She couldn’t believe she was running, but she was. She was running away from her beloved, who would die if Deanna didn’t do something. But what could she do? She was too late! Killjoy would just use her again to weaken Selena and all for something that…that… that wasn’t even true!

Reaching the elevator, Deanna rode it up to the ground floor, sprinting out of it as the doors awkwardly opened. She needed to get help – the police or something and –

Her feet stopped as she spied the room she had been dragged past by Killjoy when she had first entered the cave. The control room. She could see the fuse boxes, the switches, the speaker… and the large silver, metal microphone that sat on the table.

“Oh…yeah…” Deanna suddenly smiled. “I can use that!” 

Quickly, the woman slid into the room, immediately flipping any switch that looked like a power line, the idea forming in her head as she did. She could use the sound system – she had seen all the speakers on the wall! And then, when she was finished, she’d kill the lights! If both women were in darkness, even if those glowing eyes on that helmet Selena wore couldn’t help, her wife would be much safer!

“But first…” Deanna clapped her hands in front of the microphone and immediately heard the sound in the speakers. “Yes!” she cried out before pulling out her phone. Nimbly, she cranked the volume to its maximum, not caring if the speaker would be blown and held it to the microphone!

Without a single hesitation, and casting all her love and faith into this final move… she pressed play.

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The Guard Tower

Wow…

It seems I actually got your attention, Kim! I mean, less than 24 hours after my first promo and you’re rushing to Twitter to type those few characters! I can’t wait to see what you do when you hear this one. 

I mean, I should be happy that I have some of your attention at least. I mean, pretty sure you wrote those tweets in-between your promo to the Farmstead Friends but there must be some validity in my words to get such a reaction out of you. Otherwise, you’d just ignore me like Adam Allocco did- no, wait… he couldn’t ignore me either.

I like to think that I’m getting better at making a name for myself. I mean, I got booed last Breakdown! That was kind of fun – I mean, I know I was a party-pooper and all that but… actually, let me say something first here, Kim.

Don’t confuse Selena’s fans with mine. She has earned their respect and trust. I haven’t. She’s been here nine years and fought like hell to be worthy of the name “The Face of SCW”. I haven’t. Not in their eyes or mine. So them cheering you doesn’t say anything about their faith in Selena. I mean, I was slightly amused by your concert, like when my kid wants to show me a YouTube video of some other kid hitting his dad in the groin with a wiffle-ball bat. But I still owed you for interfering in my match and costing me the Television title, so…

And that’s something that I want to address with you – as well as keep my word. Cause I promised you, didn’t I? I called you out on your whole ‘checkmate’ thing and said I wasn’t in checkmate. You think you have me cornered and that I have no other choice but to do things the way you see them – Kimberly ‘no rules’ and her actual ‘rules of things’, right?

But I would like to take a moment and get something off my chest. Something that’s been bothering me. Something I said on Breakdown that you, Kim, conveniently ignored – not surprising considering how you’ve been treating me.

You talk about chaos, Kim. You talk about anarchy. You talk about no rules. Kill or be killed… and you talk about it to someone that spent two years in a level 3 women’s prison in Frankfurt, Germany.

Yeah. You talk about damage and fear…and you don’t have the first clue what either of those words mean. You think that if you pop up on a scene, you’re unpredictable? You think that by waving around some butterknives taped to a glove that that’s fear?

No, Kimberly. Fear is not knowing if you’re going to wake up in the morning. Fear is HOPING all someone does is cut you with a sharp toothbrush or hit you with a blunt pipe taken from a jail door. Chaos is when, not only are there no rules, but DEATH is also on the table. Two years I lived that hell – usually alone in the dark, with only small bursts of light when my wife and children could visit me…and you want to tell me that I know nothing of brutality and chaos?

Compared to that, Kim, what is your world, but a child’s version of what I went through.

And that’s just it. That’s what you are! You are a child, Kimberly. What have you done this entire time other than be a child? You run around with sharp objects, you throw tantrums when you don’t get your way, you whine and cry when something goes wrong in your plans, you blame everyone other than yourself when you do something bad, you got a world title shot and whined on end ‘I don’t want it! I want the Underground!’ like getting the wrong toy at Christmas…

That’s child behaviour!

I mean, who else but a child goes around making ‘insulting nicknames’ for people like DeeDee McFrosty or Juneau Frost or Shaun Cruiserweight? That’s what a petulant, immature child would do. What, was ‘poopie-head’ too hard for you to pronounce? Who else but a child urinates on titles as if it’s an accomplishment? Maybe a dog, but I don’t think a dog would have bragged half as much as you did.

And that is the real reason you hate Shaun Cruze, isn’t it? Because, like an adult, Shaun sees you for who you are. Not a Queen of the Deathmatch. Not a champion, but as a whiny little crybaby that can’t take ‘no’ for an answer. That’s why he keeps telling you ‘no’, because that’s what adults do to spoiled children.

And that’s the thing, Kim, that’s the thing that hasn’t happened yet, truly. You’ve been told ‘no’ by Shaun but you haven’t been held accountable. When my children misbehave, Selena and I hold them accountable. 

You? You kidnapped me, Hairless Penguin, Cookie Dreams and others and nothing happened.
You disrespected the world title and the television title and nothing happened.
You cost me the television title and nothing happened.

All the while, you’ve been proclaiming that there’s this weird conspiracy against you. No, Kimberly. You wanted the Underground title, you got it. You wanted a match with me. You got it. You have gotten everything you’ve wanted, but the problem is that, just like a child, it’s not come fast enough so you bitch and whine. For all your opportunities: tag-titles, world title, underground title, television title, you have the gall to complain about being ‘held back’. About being denied opportunities. About there being a conspiracy against you…

When the fact is there is no ‘you’. 

For over three months, you have been the Underground Champion, Kim, and for nearly three months, you have made that title irrelevant. Say what you will about Konrad Raab, but at least he cared enough to make that title his priority. Because, I remember when you wanted that title! Demanding it! “I’m getting a world title shot! Why can’t I get an Underground title shot instead! I wanna fight Ocktoberfest! I wanna fight Ocktoberfest!” and promising to highlight and make the division the top one when you became champion!

And yet the second you win the title…that’s the last underground match for three months. Yeah, you seemingly forgot to defend the title at Taking Hold of the Flame and you seemingly haven’t defended it at all since you won it, so what gives, Kimberly? You just tweeted how much you care about the Underground division, so why are you chasing tag titles rather than making your division the ‘real, pure, best division in SCW’ like you’ve been promising for so long?!

Because you’re just a child that wants to hang onto her shiny. The fact is that there is no “Queen of the Deathmatch”. Just a little girl that wants everything and none of the responsibility for her actions. 

And you honestly think that you can change me with this childish logic? This ‘checkmate’ of yours? No, Kim, it’s not me that is trapped right now. It’s you. Because finally, after three months, you need to put up or shut up. You need to retain. You NEED to be violent. You need to come up at me with everything you have promised and everything you sang about in the ring because you know what happens if you don’t? You’re just a loud-mouth little brat that can’t back up her words.

I’m not saying you’re not tough and I’m not saying you’re not accomplished, but this latest phase of yours has revolved around how many titles you can hold, how many segments you can get on, how much trouble you can get into, and how loud you can scream and complain about anything…

You really don’t even know who Kimberly Williams is, do you?

You’ve changed your ideology more times than Jason Zero. You’ve blamed your sister. You’ve ripped off countless movies and franchises with your assemble of toys and ‘cohorts’, you steal catchphrases and ideals from other people, hell, you just tried to take mine like you were ‘so clever’…

All because you have yet to find you. You tried to be a tag-marvel with your sister, didn’t work. You tried to be a proper wrestler, didn’t work. You are now trying to be this agent of chaos and I tell you, Kim, it will not work. 

But you think you can determine who I am…when you don’t even really know who you are?

Kim, I know who I am. I am more than Selena’s wife and more than a stepping stone. I am more than a rookie. More than a new face in this underground world. I am a woman that has faced death in the face and said, like I have said to you many times in this promo: “No.”. I will not give in and I will not give up who I am and what I believe in. I believe in my GRIT and I believe in my INTEGRITY. And I believe in me and all I can be.

Your world? It’s a child’s playpen like the Farmstead Friends set. It’s a juvenile representation of what true darkness and chaos is. And if THAT world didn’t break me? Didn’t make me embrace the chaos, what the hell makes you think your world can?!

No, Kimberly, you are a child talking to an adult. And your logic? It’s got a major hole in it. You think that to beat you, I have to follow your rules. You think that to beat you, I have to embrace the chaos.

No, I don’t, Kimberly. Because who said I have to use a weapon to beat you? Who said that I need to smash your head or back with a chair to beat you?

That is what you want me to do and you, child, are not getting what you want tonight. You, child, are going to be held accountable for all you’ve done. The kidnappings, the assaults, the BS that you’ve called a ‘championship reign’… 

So, what happens if you use all your weapons and I keep fighting you? Not like you but as a wrestler, like this is a wrestling match? What if I beat you without picking up a single weapon or smashing you with a foreign object but instead showing my grit by taking all that you can throw at me?!

Then…what happens if I take that title and defend it the exact same way? Not by chaos or anarchy but by enduring the darkness and chaos that others will bring – overcoming it and refusing to yield? Refusing to lose myself to their – to your – rules? What if, instead of playing your game – I do what my wife did and change the game?!

What then, Kimberly? Does that mean you still win? Does that mean you take the king? Or does it mean that I reform the Underground division and change it into something you can no longer recognize? I take your title, your ‘standard’ and drop it on its head until you can’t recognize it anymore.

Is that me still in checkmate, Kim? Or are you finally realizing what this truly is for you? Because, it seems to me that I have found my Castling – perfect for a guard, wouldn’t you say?

Because now? I’ll have my revenge, I’ll have my integrity, and I’ll have your Underground title all in one fell swoop. And you…you may have the tag-titles when this is done, you may win the Gimmick invitational…

But there will be two things you won’t have, Kim.

You won’t have the Underground division…and you won’t have me as your agent of chaos.

Because if this is chess? You can have my king…because I’ve never served one. I’m the Queen’s Guard, remember?

I told you that I was going to change the game… so sit back and watch me do just that. 

Checkmate, bitch!