Kemal Yilmaz vs. Deanna Frost

[Konrad Raab]

Shot of Adrenaline Tournament

2 RP Limit for singles

3500 Word Per RP

Deadline: 11:59:59 pm ET Friday, December 5, 2025

[SnowQueenSCW]

OOC: Takes place immediately following Selena’s last BD roleplay (CD section)

Frost No More

”Dressed to the Nines”

Tony’s Di Napoli Restaurant
New York City, New York
November 24th, 2025
7:54am

The restaurant was warm, making the redhead glad she had chosen her current attire. Her coat had been a thick, black faux-fur number – it’s heat-keeping ability allowing Deanna to wear the emerald-green, sparkling dress she wore, her shoulders practically bare save for the thin straps that held the dress in place. Her hair was in a tied-up bun and she could feel her feet fidget in her matching heels. The only tell that existed of her being nervous was her small hands wringing the napkin at her table, twisting the cloth this way and that quietly before always refolding it and placing it back for a few seconds.

A low hum filled the softly lit room: the gentle murmur of conversations, the sound of lounge music coming from speakers located at certain corners of the ceiling (usually used when live music wasn’t planned or available). She inhaled slowly to ease the few nerves she had and instantly smelled of roasted garlic, butter, and fresh herbs, making her stomach growl and her desire to order now even stronger.

Just an appetizer... she thought hungrily, though when a waiter came to her, she quickly (and politely) asked for a few more minutes, citing that she was ‘waiting for her date’. She better appreciate this... she mentally half-grumbled.

Looking around to distract herself, as well as sipping the water the staff had given her, Deanna tried to ignore her growling stomach. She had come here a few times since July with Selena. The younger Frost wasn’t sure which of them had insisted on maintaining their ‘dates’ after everything that had happened in July, but even with ‘the deadline’ looming over their heads, neither had said anything against it. Instead, one of them would invite the other for a date-night and the other would say ‘yes’ and plans would be made. It was simple. Sometimes it was Selena doing it and sometimes Deanna would say it.

This time, it was Selena, which delighted Deanna. She liked when the platinum-blonde took the initiative in the ‘romancing’ of their relationship. And, as per her norm, Selena had done it all. Made the reservations, specifically asked for ‘their table’, and was now going to show up at the last minute – right on time – with some kind of entrance... Deanna shook her head knowingly at the thought. She knew her lover. She wasn’t bothered by those choices. It was Selena’s way of showing she cared.

It was why Deanna, herself, was nervous. Because it was silly, wasn’t it? She wasn’t a girl on a first date. She wasn’t inexperienced. She wasn’t fragile. She had been married to the woman she was waiting for – married, divorced, AND reconciled! So why was she nervous?

Because that was how she showed SHE cared...

Deanna inhaled slowly, counting to five, then let the breath out just as slowly. She repeated the action, grounding herself, smoothing the fabric of her emerald dress. She had chosen it carefully. Not as a statement, not to impress, but because it made her feel soft and confident. Placing a hand up into her hair, she questioned (for the umpteenth time) about rushing to the bathroom, pulling out the pins in her hair and letting her red-mane be the waterfall of curls it usually was. Selena always loved my hair that way... she bit her lower lip at the familiar feeling of indecision. Selena had always been the one to fuss about presentation. Hair. Makeup. Outfit. Ring gear. Promos. A thousand little decisions that formed the Snow Queen persona the world knew.

Deanna? She usually just showed up. Not in a lazy way, but she didn’t need the fancy sets or costumes for work. Nor did she need hours working on her hair alone. She liked looking nice, but not to the point where every hair had to be perfect. That was just... overdoing it!

She didn’t like that idea. She liked not knowing everything. Not always being in control. Yes, at work, she was constantly working at getting back to the level she had been and proving to herself and the fans/SCW Universe that she could still be a good SCW wrestler, but what her match with Kimberly Williams – and the whole event that match had taken place with KABLAMia – was that it was okay not knowing everything. It was okay not knowing what would happen and not having to predict every outcome. It was okay not having a ‘Plan B to Z’ in case the best plans didn’t work out. It was okay to ‘go with the flow’. Because if you could adapt and still win? Still find a way to make it work? “Lemonade out of lemons.” she whispered to herself, letting her hands rest on the table.

She had done well with that so far. With her victory over Polly Pignotti – yes, it had been by disqualification which was frustrating, but at least this way, she could still focus on the Adrenaline title and the tournament without having to worry about the Television Championship every week or so – which, she admittedly preferred. And with that win, she had jumped to eight points, which left only 3 possible matches for her and...

She gulped a little at the weight she felt – something that gave her as much nerves as sitting at this table – she had, quite possibly, secured her place in the semifinals of the Shot of Adrenaline tournament. It was such a nerve-wracking thought. She still had matches coming against Kemal, Dumont and Grant... with one of them possibly being her shot for the Adrenaline championship...

Gods, that was the scary part. She had heard, though it was not made public yet, that her next match would be against Kemal of the European Fiery Nation. I just keep having to deal with them... she sighed at the idea. She had had to deal with Oskar and so many problems with the Trios Tournament and her history with Konrad Raab and the EFN was a long one. This new guy – Kemal – while he hadn’t done well in the tournament per say, having lost three or four of his matches, meaning he was on the chopping block for elimination, the man was, by far, the most violent and intimidating of the entire group.

And for Deanna, she STILL wanted to face him and STILL wanted to win. Fool! growled the dark voice in her head. All he has to do is take you out with an injury and all those wins in the tournament will mean NOTHING. All he has to do is hurt you, slow you down, so that it carries into whenever you face the Adrenaline Champion! And then, you’ll lose – all the momentum... GONE!

Nervously, the redhead began twirling one of the forks between her fingers, the small piece of silver-metal spinning between her digits. She knew it wasn’t ‘the smartest’. Most ‘smart wrestlers’ would enter the match with someone like Kemal and go for the quick win and high-tail it the minute it got too close to call, banking off the next match with Dumont or Grant. He who fights and runs away...

She suddenly gripped the fork in her hand tightly, halting its movement. She didn’t care! She didn’t WANT to ‘choose discretion’ just because she was facing a man of relentless violence! She NEEDED that challenge! Because Dexter Grant was still the Adrenaline Champion and had proven that he was willing to do anything to keep that title! Deanna had to keep going! Had to keep pushing herself into uncomfortable situations and matches! Had to keep challenging every aspect of wrestling!

It was the only way she could that would give her a hope and a prayer of beating Grant and, possibly, becoming Adrenaline Champion.

But tonight wasn’t about that – or wasn’t supposed to be, she reminded herself, taking a few breaths to calm her nerves, drumming her fingers lightly on the table. She was grateful her phone was buried somewhere in her purse (which was by her feet) and that she was not sitting anywhere near a clock to constantly check the time.

She heard the front door opening from the far end of the room she sat, nobody really paying attention to the sound – Too busy already with their dates. The faint sound of crisp winter air rushing in made her turn her lift herself up a few inches out of her chair to look. She couldn’t see the entrance from where she was here - just the reflection of moving shapes in the dark window.

Her heart thudded as she spotted the young man and woman that strolled in, immediately being met by a waiter and taken out of sight from the measly reflection. For a moment, the redhead considered digging out her phone to see if her platinum-blonde partner had contacted her, possibly explaining a lateness... Or bailing on you... Deanna ignored the remark, opting to ‘drown’ the voice out by sipping on her cold water.

She refused to let her nerves force her to think negatively on this! There were already positives to this whole thing! First of all, Selena had reached out and asked about the date. That meant something and Deanna refused to believe otherwise. The same with Selena’s proposal of them getting married again if Deanna succeeded. Same with Selena trying so hard to repair her relationship with Elsianna!

A person past all hope wouldn’t care about such things. A person with no desire for a future wouldn’t want such things like a romance, a good relationship with their own children... And if Selena wasn’t past all hope...

It meant there was still hope! And as long as they had that... Deanna refused to think past that line. Long as they had hope... she would not let them be without it for one day. Not one moment...

With an exhale for herself, the redhead looked toward the entrance again.... And froze.

There she stood.

Before her emerald eyes, Deanna spied the unmistakable woman standing at the door, the reflection Deanna could see catching the light color of the woman’s iconic hair. It was only the head and neck Deanna could make out, but both moved through the space of the entrance until the woman could be seen in full as she entered the room of tables across from where Deanna sat.

The redhead was sure she had never gasped so loudly before. Before her eyes, Deanna saw the long blue dress that hugged Selena’s curves perfectly.

She knew that dress...

Deanna’s hand came up to her chest, fingers resting over her heart and feeling it beat faster at the sight before her. She recognized the long skirt that pooled at Selena’s feet, the snowflake embroidery that stretched from the bottom to shin-level. The sequined corset and that lovely faux-fur color that wrapped around Selena’s arms and bust, leaving her shoulders bare.

The Winter-Sky dress... Deanna felt like she hadn’t seen that dress in years. The last time she could remember seeing it... her cheeks warmed at the memory. She had zipped up the back herself, tracing the soft fur collar, kissing the bare skin of Selena’s shoulder. That night was warm in her memory—dancing, laughter, stolen kisses under winter lights.

You’re staring... Was that her voice or the Heart’s? She actually wasn’t sure this time. She didn’t have time to contemplate it as she saw Selena’s eyes scan the room before, slowly, meeting hers... and even the distance of the room away, Deanna could see Selena gasp in wonderful surprise. She stood slowly, biting her lower lip nervously as she smoothed out any wrinkles in her dress..

Selena stopped in front of her table – when had she started moving – opting to simply stare at Deanna, which only made the redhead gulp a littler.

“Hi.” she managed to squeak out.
Selena’s answering smile was small, but the light laugh in her voice filled. “Hi.”

Gods, Deanna thought. Just… gods.

“Someone decided to roll out the big guns tonight.” she opted to say with a gesture of her hand, not sure if it made any sense, so she accompanied it with an awkward laugh, one that Selena met with that same smile, a tilt of her head in understanding, and even a small, barely audible hum.

Collecting herself, Deanna offered her gaze to Selena again. “You look…” she began, then lost the word because none of them felt big enough. Finally, in a soft breath, she just picked the closest one to what she was feeling: “Beautiful.”

Selena’s eyes flickered with surprise and emotion, which was then taken in with another smile. “Thank you.” she replied, looking down at her hands for a moment. “You do too.”

Deanna could only give an awkward ‘pfft’ sound before she gestured gently to the chair. “Sit? Please?”

Selena nodded and lowered herself slowly, smoothing her dress with trembling hands. Deanna felt her heart twist at the sight. Once the server took their drink orders and left, the quiet settled around them again. After a minute of silence, the redhead couldn’t help herself-

“Is it ridiculous to feel nervous?” she asked.
To her surprise, and relief, she saw Selena’s eyes turn from looking at the menu and widen before a knowing smile graced her lips. “Yes!” she answered, her own relief coming out in a half-sigh. “What is the deal with that?” she asked for both of them.

“I know!” Deanna sighed in her own relief. “Almost ten years married and two more together – per say -” she waved her hand in the air. “Technically – whatever! – point is, why is THIS making us nervous?!”
“I don’t know.” Selena smiled back playfully, yet honestly. “Starting to have sex again was less awkward!”

“Selena!” Deanna blushed a little, checking to make sure no one had heard them. Nobody had. She turned her gaze back toi the platinum-blonde, just in time to see the Snow Queen sticking her tongue out playfully just a bit between her teeth. The silence that followed wasn’t as uncomfortable, but it was still thick.

Finally, Deanna leaned in a little. “How are you feeling? I mean... why are you nervous?”
Selena let out a breath for a reply, initially. “Overwhelmed.” she admitted. “Trying not to screw this up. Trying not to… overthink everything.”

Deanna smiled gently. “You’re doing fine.” she assured, reaching out to take the pale hand resting on the table. “You’re not going to frighten me off.”

“Yet.” Selena sighed. “I still think I’m going to do something.” she shrugged. “Go too far.”

The idea caused Deanna to raise an eyebrow. “Go too far? How?”
“At work... I mean...” Selena looked away for a second, as if trying to gather her thoughts together. “Management won’t listen to me. I’ve got the entire staff trying to bring me down or discredit me even if I win my matches – and it seems like it’s all part of... I sound paranoid.”

“A little, but...” Deanna shrugged. “I’d like to understand if you’re willing to share.”

It took a second for the former world champion to return her gaze over to Deanna, but she managed. “Alright, well... Okay well, I keep trying to get somewhere with management and it’s either ‘earn it’ or ‘get a tag partner’ and I’m wondering ‘Earn it how?’. And they won’t tell me. They don’t tell me how to earn it, but apparently ‘winning’ isn’t enough. And then Glory comes in and wins a few matches and THAT’S earning it, you know? And no matter I say or do, the ‘logic’ doesn’t change. And so I go back to the drawing board, trying to figure out-”

“Selena...”
“But THAT doesn’t lead me to anything so back I go for more idea and I...”
“SELENA!” Deanna pressed firmly but quietly, giving the hand she was holding a squeeze and getting the woman’s attention. “You’re spiralling.”

“Wha...” the older woman looked around for a minute, a slight expression of shame gracing her features as she sank back in her chair. “I’m sorry... it’s just... if they keep just making up the rules and holding me in the same place no matter what I do... I’m worried about going ‘too far’ to get them to really listen to me. Does that make sense?”

Surprisingly, for Deanna, it did and she gave a nod of her head. That notion of being ‘stuck’. That nothing was working. She was STILL dealing with that. She had returned from SCW and it hadn’t mattered that she had been part of a great tag-team or been a great manager or had held the United States Title for over a year. Nope, all SCW had wanted to talk about was her ‘broken mind’ and her PTSD. It was motivation she needed in the SoA tournament, the desire to be seen as more than just ‘a victim’ of Veil. More than just a ‘mentally broken person’. But even with her wins, she was often not even on the Breakdown episodes and, like Selena, hadn’t had anything for the last pay-per-view, though she had made up for it a week or so later with KABLAMia.

Still, Deanna understood. “Trapped in a game you don’t know the rules so how can you change anything.” she settled on saying, earning a surprised nod from Selena, which only made the redhead giggle a little.

“What?” Selena asked.

“It’s just... strange, I suppose.” she settled on saying. “All this time – for as long as I was in SCW, I was always following you. I was always trying to live up to your name and out of your shadow. You were the one with the experience. You were the one that had ‘done it all’. Even with this whole tournament, everyone is talking about how I’m ‘following you’.” she gave a tired smile. “And yet... just in this... where you are? You’ve never had to deal with this before. Being held back. Being told ‘no’ for reasons not related to your ability... feeling trapped? That’s... that’s been me longer than I can even say.”

Selena opened her mouth to say something but, instead, slowly closed it, not wanting to say something wrong or something dumb. After a few more seconds, the waitress returned with their drinks and took their orders, allowing Deanna the chance to change the subject, her eyes catching the sparkling sequins on Selena’s dress as the Snow Queen moved a little.

“You look incredible in that dress.” she remarked. “You STILL look incredible in it.” she corrected.
Selena’s eyes eyed herself for a moment, her voice quiet. “I wasn’t sure I had the right to wear it.”
“Why wouldn’t you?”

“Because it’s from… a different time...” She lifted her gaze towards Deanna nervously. “A time when I didn’t hurt you. And I’m.... I know I still will... eventually...”

The inference was not lost on Deanna. “You don’t believe we’ll succeed by July.”

Selena gave a sigh... and then shook her head. “I’m sorry.”

“No,” Deanna said firmly. “It’s okay. You don’t have to believe just yet. The fact you’re still willing to try is enough. You’re not pushing me away or shutting me out because you didn’t know how to ask for help anymore.”

Selena blinked fast, the emotion tightening her throat.

“Did you really think,” Deanna continued quietly, “that wearing this dress would upset me?”
Selena hesitated. “I thought it might remind you of… what we had. What I messed up.”

Deanna reached across the table and offered her hand this time, slow and patient. Selena looked at it like it was something fragile before slowly taking it.

“Minx...” Deanna said gently, using the old pet-name she had given the woman. “I remember the good with the bad. And that dress is one of the good things. One of the beautiful things. And right now, it’s just a dress on a woman I love with all my heart.”

She heard Selena’s breath catch. Dinner arrived a moment later, and they both sat back a little, allowing the night to return to what it should be about – enjoying their date. What they talked about, Deanna couldn’t fully remember, but she did recall the smiles and laughter that came as soon as the ‘heavy subjects’ were dealt with.

After the plates were cleared and the server asked about dessert, they both declined, neither wanting to break whatever delicate spell had formed between them.

“Did you walk or cab?” Selena asked.
“Cab.” Deanna stated honestly.

“Wanna walk?” the older woman offered with her arm, which Deanna took. They walked side by side, slowly, neither keeping track of time. And yet, in no time at all, they were back in front of the Eyrie Tower, making their way to the entrance.

“Tonight meant a lot to me,” Deanna said softly.
“Me too,” Selena whispered with a smile. “We should do it again.”

“Oh we will.” Deanna grinned, opening the door for the taller woman. “Trust me.”

“Always.” Selena smiled before entering. “Coming.... pet?” she offered teasingly, using Deanna’s own pet-name.

“After you?” Deanna asked, a teasing grin of her own as she followed her lover. “Always.”

[Kemal Yilmaz]

OOC: Sorry, this is just going to be a shoot written here today instead of a direct link because all of my focus is on the EFN tag title match. Still posting this because it's better than a no show. Especially when I've been told my promos aren't anything special so working on them is more vital than the story.

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Delivering when things are at best with a violent wrestler you've ever fought youtube.com shoot. (On-Camera)

"Fact is we talk about how Selena is boring with her demands for things going her way all the time, what can we actually say about Deanna? Pretty much the same, except she doesn't complain. In fact, I consider her way more boring of an opponent than Selena. At least Selena says something interesting. All we can talk about with you is winning matches and how dull that is with you that you add nothing else to the table. Fact that undeserving guy who has no place in the wrestling business, a guy who wrestles for no reason is a champion around here is the reason why this tournament has been meaningless. What's the point of Dexter being champion when he doesn't care about winning titles?

Why is nobody talking about this undeserving idiot who somehow despite having zero interest in winning titles or anything of a sort still wins matches instead of laying down like a puppy to lose the title? I wonder why Selena or yourself doesn't see the disrespect Dexter Grant shows to professional wrestling world. I fucking want to win championships more than anyone in EFN, despite Dakon and Ludvig going for the tag titles being the most hungriest team the world's ever seen that want the tag titles more than anyone and I know why, I let them speak for themselves.

I'm disgusted how I lost to that fool more than any other opponent in the match because I deserve the title more than him who has no purpose in wrestling. Of course you do because your win streak is something a lot of people talk about but I really don't care who you defeated because you do nothing to stand out from Selena. Nothing at all. In fact, what is the purpose of you being here because it can't be because your wife works as a wrestler. I don't even know your story.

While everyone knows my story and one that nobody should ever relive and I won't beat that horse to the death anymore because everyone has heard that story. But I'm going to do everything I can to destroy and hurt you in ways that you wouldn't think possible. I'm the future leader of EFN because I believe in the theory that European Wrestlers deserve just as much right to be in the business as UK and Irish wrestlers do which there's plenty of.

We tried to recruit a Greek wrestler to join us, but she took off and left for some reason. The door is open to any European wrestler that wants to join us and you don't have to be violent to do so as two wrestlers who are apart of our squad proved. Sure I'm far away from winning the Adrenaline championship, but you know what? I'm fine with it, considering I'm chasing down the United States title and working with Gavin to take idiots down and I know I'm careful with my language.

But you notice how I'm not a typical MMA fighter without wearing a mask? Me being the acid of SCW is what I want to be. I want to pour acid on anyone that crosses my path and even Gavin will witness the acid he'll be inflicted upon me and you'll be inflicted with acid as well because every bone I make wrestlers tap out on, it's the acid in their bones that I hear plaguing in their body. That makes me more interesting than you because of me enjoy submission wrestling more than hardcore wrestling.

That isn't to say I wouldn't do hardcore wrestling because I would, but the Turkish Acid is ready to inflict it onto you because you disgust me with your preeching to rules and supporting Selena's boringself rubbish that she preeches the boring truth to listen to her own music. I'm serious, I'm the one who can lead EFN forward because I'm claimed to be the most dangerous wrestler in the entire team because I'm capable of snapping bones and capable of punching you down, despite my being muslim, there are things I won't do, like swearing.

Like getting tattoos or even piercings because that's against my religion to do all of that. But there's no rule saying I can't throw acid liquid to your face and show the world that they fear Kemal Yilmaz and fear him with the Acid mask on his face with that being standing out to Glory's of the world who I want to face in a Ultimate Submission match so badly. I want that test with Glory or any submission based wrestler to prove that I'm the best submission artist in this business.

Also losing to submissions affects me a lot less than pinfalls do. Why? Because everyone wants to outdo a submission MMA artist that I was going to be. Still, I'm going to be the acid that you really don't want to face. Toxic might be a thing, but acid is even more deadiler and this acid wrestler will do everything to win because there's no rules well outside of my religion that is that I won't do in the wrestling ring. I will do everything to win because I expect that from myself and I'll deliver and no boring ass truths about winning will make me change my mind."

[SnowQueenSCW]

So... where do we start?

I guess now would be the time to sort of just... reflect on things? I mean, the rumour mill is running rampant since my last match. Controversial as it was and annoying as it was to have to deal with a disqualification victory over Polly, I take solace that she didn’t lose the title over it. That’s not my thing. I don’t want to be a champion that way. Polly Pignotti is an incredible champion and if I ever face her again, whether she’s the one with the title or I am, I won’t settle for anything less than a sure winner. But, that is further down the line. Polly has others to deal with both inside and outside this tournament. I do too. So we have to move on.

And with that in mind, apparently, I’m a lock-in with Dexter Grant to head to the semi-finals. Four matches – eight points to my name, basically on par with the Adrenaline champion, himself, I think...

Does that make me ‘at ease’? More relaxed? Less focused cause “I’ve got my spot in the bag, basically”?

Hell no!

Because this not the time to be resting on what we’ve done, gritters! Am I right?! This is not the time to ‘coast’ to the next round! No! This is the time to push further! Push harder! To keep going! To take a deep breath and start sprinting that last mile! Because before us are STILL three matches – one of which could very well be my chance at the Adrenaline Championship! Before us are opponents that could stop this whole journey in an instant! Opponents that will ‘do anything to win’ in Dexter Grant, opponents that want to ‘make a name for themselves by beating a Frost’, and opponents that ‘just want to hurt people and be violent’!

And, if you’ve heard his latest words, it is option c ) - it’s ALWAYS option C in multiple choice, people! – that awaits me next. Because I am set to face the self-proclaimed ‘most dangerous man in the European Fiery Nation’, ‘the future leader of EFN’, and the ‘Turkish Acid’ himself, Kemal Yilmaz.

Not that I know what that last name is or means, and I’m not going to pretend I know something I don’t, Kemal. But seeing as how you set the precedent here for this match, I guess I’ll follow your example and just cut to the chase...

Cause you’re doing alot of talking here, Kemal. You’re talking about losing most of your matches in this tournament and being okay with it because you REALLY want the United States Championship, a title I’ve held for 487 days – funny how you say I don’t ‘stand out’ compared to my wife and I’ve got a title reign that she has never been able to come close to and that includes the record-setting World title reign she did years ago...

That’s not what you’re talking about, though. No, Kemal also talks about Dexter and how Dexter shouldn’t be champion because he doesn’t even ‘want it’. You talk about him being ‘undeserving’, and here’s the thing, Kemal, I’m no Dexter Grant fan. I don’t like how he does business. I don’t like how he handles things in the ring. And you’re right! He’s setting a rather bad standard for the Adrenaline division by his ‘hook-or-crook’ methods.

But that’s what this tournament is about, Kemal! This tournament was made about ten years ago to highlight the division and show the SCW Universe just who can handle it. Where it can go? Who has it’s future in mind? It’s a test, Kemal. It’s a test of endurance. Of faith. Of picking yourself up when the odds are stacked against you and find the will to keep going.

That’s what I have found, Kemal. That will. Because nobody helped me get here. Nobody held my hand or got involved in my matches by my request. I was given the choice after RTG to sink or swim in this tournament and I chose to swim like a damn shark! I decided that not only was I going to find myself through this tournament, I was going to take that test and see if I could belong here like I used to – maybe even better.

But you don’t know the reason for all that? You don’t know my story? Well, I think that says more about you than it does about me, Kemal. Just because I don’t sit in front of a camera and cry my eyes out over all the things I’m asking Santa for for Christmas, doesn’t mean it isn’t there. Doesn’t mean I don’t have reasons. Everyone knows the reason. I’m here in SCW because I love wrestling. Wrestling inspired me – yes, my wife was part of that inspiration – but wrestling, SCW, was a place where you could be whatever you wanted to be! You could be a monster, a god, a Snow Queen, a Turkish Acid or a Turkish Delight, it was up to you!

A world where I was shunned for being a lesbian, I was shown a world that could give me acceptance. And I found that acceptance and that allowance to grow and become someone I could be proud of. And then... it was all taken from me. Stripped away by a psychopath that tried to hurt the people I love.

But what doesn’t kill you makes you stronger, Kemal. And that’s what I am hear to prove. That I am back in SCW. That I am here to stay as long as I can and I am on the path to being better and stronger than I was before!

You want to sweep all that history and story under the rug and say ‘Nobody knows your story. Nobody can say anything about you”. You’re just showing how little YOU are paying attention, Kemal. Because what a softball line! You want to call me the poor excuse for Selena Frost? You want to call me dull because I don’t run out and attack people during their matches? That I don’t assault people backstage?

You know what, Kemal? Maybe you’re right. Maybe I am boring. I mean, there have been several episodes of Breakdown lately where I am not even on television! Quite a few. It’s almost become a bit of an inside joke. “No match? No Deanna.” not because of me but because I’m not controversial like my wife is. Not like you and the EFN are. I don’t sell the merch or wow the crowd one way or another. I just... I just wrestle. That’s my focus for now. And maybe that IS boring, Kemal. Maybe that IS a strike against me in favour of the argument that I bring nothing to the table for SCW.

But you know what, Kemal? I rather say nothing and let my actions do the talking, then run my mouth and show the world that I can’t back up a single thing I say! I rather inspire someone for being a fighter than be a joke because I can’t back up in the ring what I say on the microphone. You want to gloss over it? I rather point a glaring light on it – you’re basically OUT of the tournament, Kemal, and it’s not because you haven’t tried! It’s not because of some hoax or scheme! It’s that for all your talk, people like Polly and Kimberly BROUGHT it to the ring! For all your talk about violence and snapping bones, you are NOT the scariest thing there is in SCW!

I’ve survived the scariest people and the scariest matches, Kemal! Your current leader, Konrad, had his little chamber match recently? I’ve won one of those! You say you could be Underground champion too if it called for it? Been there, beat the damn Queen of Chaos!

I’ve endured the harshest pains as part of SCW’s history! But you want to ask who the hell Deanna Frost is? Who the hell are YOU, Kemal Yilmaz? A loudmouth whiner that can’t get past his own hype and wish list to know who he’s facing?!

If all I do for SCW is come out and fight with all my heart and grit? If all I do for SCW’s stock is wrestle and win matches through those abilities, then so be it! I won’t be ashamed for that choice! I won’t be ashamed for wanting my endurance, my heart, overcoming great obstacles to be what I’m known for!

So gloss me over, Kemal! Call me boring or uninteresting or offering nothing to the table! That’s fine. Because while you are counting down the matches till you walk away from this tournament? While you’re already looking to ‘other things’? I’m just getting started. I’m just beginning. And I want to say this to you so it’s crystal clear:

You want to try and break me? Snap my bones? Put me on the shelf as some kind of consolation prize cause you couldn’t get it done against Grant? Try it! I dare you!

Because all you’ve done with your little rant about anything and everything is proven that you really know nothing. And you’ve proven that Breakdown is going to be a rough night for you – maybe even a harsh and needed wake-up call. A reality check about who Deanna Frost REALLY is. Who Deanna Frost will be when this is all over! Cause I’m not a submission expert, Yilmaz. I don’t use ‘The Frost’s Bite’ like Selena does. I only know one way to beat my opponents and it’s a way you hate.

Knocking them out!

So come at me, big man. Come at me and pretend I’m Dexter or Glory or Gavin – continue showing how unfocused you are! Because this ‘boring nobody’? She’s gonna knock your ass out. She’s going to pin you for that three count, Kemal. And by 2026, maybe even earlier... She is going to be someone you can’t ignore. Someone you can’t ‘gloss over’. Someone you can’t ‘know’. Cause by then?

She’s going to be YOUR SCW Adrenaline Champion!

Checkmate, bitches!