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Colleen McDonald vs. Deanna Frost - Konrad Raab - 09-18-2024
2 RP Limit for singles
3500 Word Limit Per RP
Deadline: 11:59:59 pm ET SATURDAY, September 21, 2024
Show takes place on September 21, 2024
RE: Colleen McDonald vs. Deanna Frost - SnowQueenSCW - 09-20-2024
Frost No More
”Trapped in a Haze”
Frost ‘Forever House’
Manhattan, New York
September 16th, 2024
1:13am
“NO!!!!”
Deanna Frost shot up with a scream which was quickly swallowed up but a gasp as the quick exhale made way for the sudden need for air. She felt her hands clutching the desk in front of her where she had been working and, subsequently, fallen asleep on top of. She could see a little drool on the lower plastic of the keyboard her head had rested on and she was sure a few keys had left an imprint on her face/cheek, which she rubbed instinctively, her other hand wiping at her mouth before using the sleeve of her red long-sleeve shirt to wipe along the keyboard.
She groaned a little and cast her emerald eyes, which she was rather certain were bloodshot (red surrounding the green, which only matched the bags of purple and black that rested under them in a weird myriad of colors) over to the computer screen. The screen still was on and was still displaying her two windows. One was her email, complete with messages from groups, fans, even some from certain authorities. The other was the google news. Well… not so much the news, per say. The big names seemed more concentrated on the bigger problems of the world: the upcoming election for the presidency, recent terrorists attacks and the ongoing battles/wars in other countries beyond America. No, the news she was seeking was from less ‘reputable’ sources, but it was the best she could do.
Strange sightings, UFOs, demon-summoning, crop-circles, Deanna had searched google and every search engine up and down, trying to find something – ANYTHING – of a clue to his whereabouts…
It was all she could do. She couldn’t really sleep unless she collapsed. The nightmares would be waiting.
With a sigh, the redhead pushed herself out of the large throne chair, taking the steps she had memorized in her head around the room to the small mini-fridge in the corner. There, she opened the door and pulled out one of the many Monster Zero energy drinks there. Pretty sure this is my fourth of the day… not bad for a warning label that begs you to only take one a day and no more…
She chuckled in bitter humor at her own pathetic self before cracking open the can with her fingertips and drinking the beverage slowly. Already, she could imagine the tightening in her chest that would hit her in a matter of minutes, always fading eventually – yes, she knew she should be concerned, but she couldn’t be. If Selena were here – if Selena were here…
But she’s not…
With a sigh, the young woman looked around the room, her former partner’s office space in the ‘Forever Home’, which now belonged to Deanna and only Deanna. She eyed the bookcases, filled with books and the spot where she knew there was a secret entrance to a trophy-room, long since emptied and a space she had never used herself.
It hadn’t taken long after RTG for the United States Champion to make this place her little ‘refuge’ or ‘sanctuary’ of sorts. A place where she would disappear into when the children were in bed and sleep eluded her. Which was… which was…
She stopped in her tracks. Aside from the naps where her brain would, literally, shut off on its own, she couldn’t remember the last time she had had a good night’s sleep. A few days? A few weeks? Was it a month?
She… she didn’t know. She’s be lying if sleeping without her wi- without Selena beside her did not make things difficult – having the taller platinum-blonde’s arms wrapped around her smaller frame, holding her close and refusing to let go. As if the Snow Queen believed her little pet would disappear if she let go… Deanna still missed it, maybe she always would. The little things on top of that… how Selena would ask for Deanna’s hand to hold while the older woman was driving. How she would kiss Deanna’s forehead all the time just…because… - but it was far more than that. She HAD managed some sleep without Selena, that was true! But now?
Now… she couldn’t because of those nightmares.
The young Frost exhaled a bit before sipping a bit more of her drink. She didn’t want to sleep – she was too scared to. Every time she closed her eyes, all she would see is smoke and flame. Fire dancing before her eyes, threatening to engulf her. Threatening to burn her to ashes and leave nothing left. She would see Jessica – her dear friend – eyes black and holding matches or a flamethrower or a Maltov-cocktail. And behind her, with the smoke – gods, there were times Deanna could smell it, believing she was there. Other times it wouldn’t be Jessica in front of her, but beside her, burning to a crisp, the flames making short work of the former SCW interviewer, and Deanna, herself, powerless to get to her, despite trying with all she had to crawl over to her, if only to try and cover the woman’s body with her own to protect her from the flames.
But he would always be standing above her – The Enigma – the man she relentlessly kept searching for. The man that SCW had suspended indefinitely.
Why… why didn’t they understand that that wasn’t enough! Her match with Gavin had proven that beyond a shadow of a doubt! He was still getting into the arenas! Rigging explosives into the turnbuckles? Child’s play for him, Deanna knew! And above it all… Jessica was still not cured of him.
CHBK- Alex… Lucas… the others… they meant well, she could not hold that against them. But they were merely treating the symptoms and removing the cause from sight with an ‘Out of Sight, out of mind’ concept. And it made sense – if they were dealing with a hothead like Kandis that needed to be kept away from officials.
But Kandis wasn’t supernatural. Kandis couldn’t disappear into smoke. Kandis couldn’t control people with her mind. The rules – the ‘ordinary’ rules – didn’t apply to Enigma and that was what Alex wasn’t getting, what no one was understanding! It was why Deanna had had to take matters into her own hands.
Angrily, she pressed the palm of her hand into her eye, rubbing the sleep out profusely as she contemplated her last actions. She had acted… well, like a damn crazy person!... Alex had told her that her ‘mic time’ would be limited, so she had run out to hijack commentary – gods, what did Sharper and Knots think of her now? She shook her head at that. And on top of all that, she had demanded an unsanctioned match, her title back on the line, ANYTHING to get Enigma to fight her again.
Passing by the large mirror, the redhead turned her head to observe as she took another sip from her drink. She saw the bags under her eyes and – sure enough – the bloodshot eyes themselves. Her shirt was long, but her black shorts just went to above her knees. Her hair was a mess, but she hadn’t really combed it in the last day or so. In short, the, how had Knox put it, ‘most dominant champion in SCW’ looked like a damn train wreck. Sleep depravation, insomnia, whatever you wanted to call it, had taken its toll and yet, Deanna had no other options. Again, she took a bit more of her Monster drink.
But still, an unsanctioned match? She had barely gotten past Gavin Taylor in her last match and she wasn’t even sure she could get past Polly this time around – wait… her brain stopped… it wasn’t Polly, was it? Her old rival was now tied up with Selena in the finals of the Trios tournament. Deanna was facing COLLEEN… Gods, I can’t even remember who I am fighting now… she thought dejectedly, feeling heavy and anxiety all over her as the caffeine began taking hold. But, she was going to try and fight Enigma…
But she had too…
Yes, she had managed to beat him in St. Louis, if only just barely, but that clearly hadn’t been enough! And if the bruisers of the European Fiery Nation couldn’t keep that maniac down for a few seconds despite manhandling him on a level that would make Xander Valentine take notice, then she needed to up the ante. She had to be wagering everything! The title, of course, the match? Fine! It didn’t matter! She would make Enigma put his control of Jessica on the line… somehow. She would make him release her friend once and for all! Even if she never slept again, she would make it happen!
Her jaw clenching, Deanna’s eyes fluttered closed, only for a second as, like in her dreams, she could suddenly see smoke and fire dancing behind her eyelids. Emerald orbs flying open, she released a quiet, angry hum – no desire to wake up her children sleeping two floors up.
The problem was finding the bastard! Her research had yielded nothing. Not even Jean Black – still a dear friend to the Frost family, which still included her – using his detective skills had found nothing on the man! The monster was a damn ghost! And it only furthered the redhead’s anxiety, with her only move being to dangle her title and herself on national television and hoping the masked fiend would take the bait!
It was why she had eagerly agreed to her next match with… Colleen! She quickly reminded herself. Yes, the Playgirl member had had a few matches and, while not as skilled or experienced as Polly, she was still a decent challenger, but Deanna was thinking beyond that.
What if Enigma got in the way again?
What if he had rigged the ring again?
What if he had one of his followers how up?
What if he COULD just come and go from the arena as he pleased?
She both dreaded… and hoped… for something along those lines – a reality that, in that moment, made her question her own sanity or lack thereof from the lack of sleep. It wasn’t that she hoped for any danger to befall Colleen. If anything, the redhead hoped that the match would begin and end without a hitch and Colleen, win or lose (Deanna wasn’t sure how she would be in the next few nights), would be excused from the ring abruptly either before/if Enigma showed his hand.
She certainly hoped so. She didn’t want to rope anyone else into this. Enough lives had been hurt and almost ruined.
She sighed. If it came down to it, Deanna was prepared to forfeit the match if it came to Colleen’s or the official’s safety. Enigma clearly didn’t care what happened to anyone as long as it suited his twisted purpose, whatever it was – sacrificing Deanna to his “Lady of the Night” or something, she couldn’t even be sure at this point – and if forfeiting mid-match meant Colleen would be safe, Deanna would do it without a second thought. She wasn’t Selena. Winning was important in this business, yes, but it wasn’t worth someone’s life!
Even so, she was hoping Enigma WOULD show up, once everyone else was out of harm’s way. She hoped he would give her an answer to her challenge or something. Something to go off of so she could end this cycle of anxiety that she was trapped in. So she could get the ball rolling on ending this once and for all!
Finishing her drink, Deanna walked it over to the blue bin by her desk, crushing it up to make it smaller and tossing it in. She would be up the rest of the night, she was certain of that, and she was sick and tired of looking up fake reports and blog entries about people ‘thinking they spotted an Enigma-follower or the fiend himself’ or people giving theories on his ‘identity’. Deanna didn’t want that or even care who he was. She just wanted to know where to find him – where to track him down.
For Odin’s sake, Cid Turner and his cult had been easier to find then this guy! she thought in irritation before closing her browser and email, staring at the screen in front of her. She hadn’t changed the wallpaper from what Selena had set it to. It was a picture from their wedding, almost nine years ago. They were standing at the altar, gazing at one another, the minister in the process of leading them through their wedding ceremony.
I know I shouldn’t… Deanna thought, but her hand still moved. She knew she shouldn’t do this. Every time she did, she would only sink further into her depression and anxiety. She had lost track of how many times she had checked her phone, hoping for a message from Selena. How many times she had checked her email, hoping for an email from her. How many times she had quietly walked the halls in-between her mission to ‘contact’ Enigma, hoping she’d turn a corner and ‘accidentally’ bump into the platinum-blonde. You’re only hurting yourself…
She knew that and still she scrolled to the folder on Selena’s computer, opening up the sub folders therein and finding the proper dated one. She had skipped past all the SCW folders, containing videos of their greatest matches and moments, some Selena, some Deanna, some both of them. The one labelled ‘Family’ was the one that caught her eye. Further she kept going, settling on a date and title of another folder. It was far easier than trying to find Enigma – she knew where everything was.
Seeing the file, she double clicked it, set the player to full screen and sat back in her chair, watching as the camera shifted around to its proper place, showing the video that the wallpaper image had derived from. The risers were the same, the lighting was the same. With ease, Deanna slipped the ‘playbar’ over, effectively skipping to a certain time she had memorized from watching the video so many times. With a long exhale, she released her finger, causing the file to continue playing at its newly requested ‘time’. Immediately, the speakers began releasing the voice of the redhead, her past-self filling Deanna’s ears.
“Selena… I’m usually someone that doesn’t know how to stop talking…”
“Still don’t…” Deanna smiled at her ‘self’, letting the video continue playing.
“I always have something to say and am rarely at a loss for words. But with you, I can’t seem to find them… When I first met you, you seemed so other-worldly. How you held yourself. How you fought. Everything about you. I thought someone like me would only drag you down. But as we got to know each other - as we fought together - I stopped seeing you just as the Queen I idolized. You let me see you as the woman you are. As Selena. I got to see your strength, your passion, and your unwavering faith. Selena, your faith is one of the most inspiring things about you.”
“And I realized…” Deanna whispered, as if prompting herself in the video.
“And I realized…” Video-Deanna echoed. “That it wasn’t because I had dragged you down that I was allowed to see you like that. It was because you raised me up. You raised me up to believe in dreams I had given up on years ago. You raised me up to believe in so many things. Things I never thought I could have. And I will always be grateful to you for that. But more than that, I will always be grateful to you for letting me see the woman you are. For while I respect the Queen you are and can be, I love the woman with all my heart and I want to spend the rest of my life with that woman.”
She felt her eyes sting a little and she wiped at them with the back of her hand. “I miss you so much…” Deanna whispered to the video, her eyes now on the platinum-blonde, who was beaming and teary-eyed as she accepted the ring onto her finger from that ‘Deanna’.
“I knew I should have gone first…” the Snow Queen in the video said, causing Deanna to still laugh at that line, despite hearing it so many times. “Deanna… before I met you, I wasn’t really a queen. Truth be told, I wasn’t much of anything. I was lost. I barely had a career and I barely had a heart. I didn’t believe in true love or soul-mates or anything like that. And looking back, I didn’t believe in myself. And then you tip-toed into my life. From the moment you dared me to drink that Patriot drink, you have been such a light in my life that, looking back, I cannot figure out how I lived without you. And I don’t really want to find out...”
Deanna’s hand flew out at that, hitting the spacebar to pause the video, her heart aching as she knew it would – and not from the caffeine.
Why… her mind screamed but she barely managed to whisper past her lips. “Why… why did it go so wrong?”
It always came around to this question. She could point to a million things that had lead to the dreaded future Selena had just spoke of – living without the other – and Deanna could take the blame for many of them, as she was sure Selena would too. Her eyes stinging, she gazed up at the paused image of herself and Selena. “So young…” she sighed. “If we only knew…”
Biting her lower lip, she mentally cursed herself and yet, she hit the spacebar again to resume playing, hearing Selena’s voice again.
“Because from the beginning, you have made every single dream I could ever have come true. You are my best friend and you’re the kindest, gentlest person I have ever known. You make me want to be a better person in everything I do. The reason why my faith is as strong as it is is because of you. And I could tell you a million other reasons why I love you and what you do for me, but in the end, I rather show you each and every day for the rest of our lives together…”
Again, Deanna’s hand flew out but this time, she closed the video, then the folder, then the browser before throwing herself onto the desk to cover her head in her arms. Maybe it was the sleep-depravation that was raging her emotions to a higher level and making everything so intense but, in that moment, she didn’t care. She didn’t care if she was slipping further and further. She didn’t care if she was fighting a losing battle. She didn’t care if she was heading to an end…
She just let herself cry, like she did so many times on these nights of sleeplessness. In her sleep, there was fear and pain and fire. Awake… there was fear and pain and… loneliness. An absence she couldn’t shake. A hole in her heart that no amount of success in SCW or in Manhattan could fill. And like a moth to the flame, she kept coming back to these videos, these memories…
Fire or water, those were her two options. The fire of fear or the water-tears of loss.
And despite it, Deanna kept coming to the same conclusion…
She wasn’t sure which pain was worse… or how to stop either one of them…
RE: Colleen McDonald vs. Deanna Frost - Jay Gold - 09-20-2024
Season 5 / Episode 30 / Confrontational (Part 1 - Finding Her)
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RE: Colleen McDonald vs. Deanna Frost - SnowQueenSCW - 09-21-2024
DISCLAIMER: The following is a work of fiction and not to be confused as complete or accurate representation of any beliefs, religions, etc. Please refer to research/articles by experts for that.
Frost No More
”A Dream-Like State”
Halloween Spirit Store
Manhattan, New York
September 17th, 2024
5:49pm
“Come on, Mom…”
Deanna shot up the few centimeters her head allowed itself to lift, immediately scanning the space around her – that millisecond of panic upon awakening where the person can’t recall where they are, what has happened recently and, sometimes, who they are. It’s a singular moment that is easily overcome as the brain recovers itself and its knowledge and before Deanna could even recognize what it was that had transpired, she had already scanned her eyes around the space and, just as quickly, come back to the awakening reality of herself and location.
For smiling in front of her, on a shelf about her eye-level, was a decorative Jack-O’lantern. She was sure people would consider this design ‘Jack Classic’ or something like that, for it was the most ‘stereotypical’ design for a pumpkin for Halloween. Triangle eyes, square teeth, and a small triangle-nose to boot. It was some kind of ceramic, not a real pumpkin. Beside it were other similar decorations. Her shock eased, Deanna exhaled slowly, allowing herself to fully return to her senses.
She must have nodded off for a brief second, if her hand grasping the shelf for a little support had been any consideration. She gave the ‘supporting’ metal and plastic a slight squeeze with her fingers before pushing herself up to her full height, gaining a whole half-inch by standing on her own. Turning her head towards the voice, she spotted the young girl waiting patiently for her, wearing a solid black dress that went to her knees. Her hair, platinum like her mother’s, flowed down freely and she still wore her gloves over her hands, those these ones matched her dress. With a smile, Deanna marched the few steps towards her eldest daughter.
“Coming, sweetheart.” She replied in calling to Elsianna, reaching without difficulty. “Sorry, guess I got a little lost in my thoughts.”
For herself, Elsa nodded understandably. “You look…” she tried to choose her words carefully. “Tired, mom. Sorry, but I couldn’t really think of a better way to say it.”
Slowly smiling and blinking her eyes, Deanna nodded her head. “I’ve been… having some rough nights.” She admitted. “But…” she quickly straightened up, adopting a strong ‘face’. “Not to worry. I am seeing a doctor this weekend after work. We’ll get to the bottom of this.” She added with a confident smile.
At least, that’s what she was hoping for. She had known Doctor Tarr since she and Selena had moved to Manhattan. At the very least, she trusted his opinion. That would have to do in this case. “Now, then…” Deanna huffed in focus, gazing around the aisles of the store. “What do we need?”
Pushing the shopping cart, Elsianna lead the way, Deanna following behind her and eyeing all the decorations. It wasn’t her ‘Forever Home’ that they were shopping for. They certainly had enough decorations to properly decorate the place just like every year, though the redhead had quietly asked not to be considered for ‘competition’ in the neighbourhood yearly ‘Halloween decoration contest’. It just… didn’t feel the same doing it by herself. Let Leslie have it this year… or, hopefully, someone else. She thought to herself, truly not caring about it. And this shopping excursion to the ‘Halloween Spirit’ store had nothing to do with their costumes either. That was already solved.
David wanted to be Venom from his Marvel movies.
Amiliah wanted to be fairy.
Elsianna was the only one that actually wanted to collaborate with one of her parents. She would be dressing as Lydia Deetz from Beetlejuice, with Deanna going as the title character with her. Though she had made it clear she was not going to say anything vulgar and couldn’t really drop her voice that low.
Fortunately! Fortunately! Elsianna had only been allowed to watch the old 90s cartoon, the child still a bit too young to be watching PG-13. The girl hadn’t complained, but… Deanna looked up to see her eldest picking up things off the shelf and studying them carefully, evaluating them.
She was worried about her children. She couldn’t imagine this ‘to-and-fro’ with Selena had been healthy for them, where one minute they were separated, the next minute they were dating and Selena was coming to visit them, the next minute again they were back at barely-speaking terms. Concerned, she had spoken to them about seeing a therapist. It had taken some discussing, but, surprisingly, Elsianna had been the hardest to convince. She had simply not wanted her mother to ‘worry about her’, which only caused the opposite effect. Still, after weeks of talking about it, Elsianna had agreed with the others to see someone.
She’s already been through so much… Deanna thought sadly, eyeing her daughter’s gloved hands before forcing her tired brain to refocus on the current task.
The task in thought – to clarify – was for Elsianna’s school. Each grade was doing something for the yearly Halloween open house and Elsa’s class had opted to turn the gymnasium into a sort of ‘haunted house’. A project that the eldest Frost child had been made ‘in charge of’. Well…in charge of while being supervised by an adult – common sense still needed to apply. Elsa had dived into it, which delighted Deanna, seeing her child so driven and passionate about a project.
“Not scary enough…” she heard Elsianna say before putting the skull decoration she held back on the shelf.
“Whatever you can’t find here.” Deanna offered patiently. “We can find online as well. We have a lot of time to prepare.”
The remark got a nod from Elsianna. “I just…” she tried to think. “I want to be scary but fun. Does that make sense?”
“Of course.” Deanna smiled. “Too scary and kids are going to be running home and parents will be complaining. Not scary enough and well…”
“My classmates will hate me.”
“I was going to say ‘kids will get bored’.” Deanna corrected. “Is that really on your mind?”
Slowly, she saw her daughter nod her head. “I’ve…” the young girl spoke slowly. “I’ve not really been too popular and I’m fine with that.” She admitted. “But…” she tilted her head this way and that. “It would be nice if they could… like what I do?” she turned to face her mother. “Is that wrong?”
Deanna shook her head. “No, dear.” Reaching out, she wrapped her daughter in a hug, not caring that they were in the middle of an aisle. “You want friends. That’s…that’s natural.” She sighed. “We’re meant to form connections with people. It’s how we learn and grow.”
“That’s what Doctor Keaton said.” Elsianna admitted.
“Well, then take BOTH our words for it then.” Deanna offered good-naturedly. “Mother and doctor know best.”
Satisfied with that, Elsianna turned and continued to walk down the aisle, checking other various decorations. Some she added to the cart, some she returned to their exact place on the shelf she had taken them from.
However, as she turned the corner of the current aisle to turn and walk down the other, Deanna following her, the redhead suddenly saw the flash of black hit her as another customer accidentally walked into her, neither woman able to stop the collision. Instinctively, Deanna grabbed the woman’s shoulders to steady the woman.
“I am so sorry!” she offered, immediately checking over the woman.
“No, I’m sorry.” The woman, taller than Deanna, offered. “I wasn’t watching where I was going.”
“Me either.” Deanna admitted. “I was following my daughter.”
“Not a problem.” The woman offered before gently moving past the shorter Deanna.
Looking up, Deanna wasn’t able to catch the woman’s features. She wore a wide, black hat that matched her long-coat. Still, that didn’t stop the woman’s hair from being seen under it.
The platinum-blonde hair underneath it…
Emerald eyes going wide in recognition, Deanna turned her head towards the woman, her actions no longer spurned by logic but by emotion. She double-checked the hair, seeing it far more clearly with the woman’s back to Deanna. There was no denying that color!
“You know if you wanted to spend time with us, you could have just called.” She said plainly to the woman’s back. In response, the woman said nothing, merely walking down the aisle Deanna had come from as if she wasn’t really paying attention.
“Hey!” Deanna called out, following her back into the aisle. “Come on!” she sighed. “If you didn’t want me to see you, why did you stay that close? Not like you can’t watch a few aisles down or something. Did you lose us or something?”
Again, the woman didn’t seem to really acknowledge Deanna, simply walking down the aisle and eyeing the items on the shelves. It was beyond infuriating to the redhead! One thing to stay away from her – that was painful enough and she understood it – the divorce and all that and their different paths in SCW and how one had changed, fine! She was living with that best she could! But to be flat-out ignored when they were just a few feet from each other?!
Could she be more immature?!
“Selena!” Deanna called out, grabbing the woman’s shoulder and turning her around with ease, feeling justified in her actions.
An emotion that turned to shock, shame, and boarder-line terror as the woman’s hat fell off her head, revealing a face that… Deanna didn’t recognize at all.
“Oh my god!” The woman cried out, too stunned to move beyond holding her hands up. “Please don’t hurt me!”
Stunned, Deanna gazed at the woman. Her hair was no longer platinum-blonde. It was more a dirty-blonde. How had she messed that up? What had she seen…
“I…” Deanna stammered, backing away. “I am so sorry.” She tried lamely, holding her own hands up. “I didn’t mean…I thought…” She couldn’t stop the tears from gathering in her eyes. “I thought you were someone I knew… please…” her eyes flying to the ground, she quickly lowered herself down to pick up the woman’s falling hat, handing it to her. “I’m sorry…”
Hesitantly, the taller woman took the hat into her hands. “You’re not some creeper of the store are you? Who prays on single women or something?” she asked, holding the hat to her chest.
“No!” Deanna shook her head. “No! Honestly, I’m not! I really was with my daughter! It’s just that you reminded me of my ex-wife and why the hell did I just mention that? Now, you’re definitely going to think I’m a psycho!”
Despite that confession, the woman didn’t run. She merely tilted her head at Deanna. “Recent breakup?” she asked, earning a slow, hesitant nod from Deanna, which actually caused the woman to sigh and nod her head. “I get it.” She nodded, putting her hat back on her head. “When my ex left me, I couldn’t sleep for weeks. And then for months, I’d saw them everywhere. It’s…” she offered a sad, knowing smile to Deanna. “It’s tough. But… it does get better.”
“Not if I’m accosting innocent women in the stores.”
“Yeah… be more sure next time you jump, okay?” the woman offered a patient smile before excusing herself. Deanna watched her go before letting her legs give out from under her, the woman finding a bare spot on one of the shelves to sit. Holding her head in her hands, she let the shame and embarrassment wash over her.
“What is wrong with me?” she asked, not really having an answer. And sadly, she wasn’t given the time to come up with an answer.
“Mom?” she heard Elsianna call just before the child was pushing the cart at the end of the aisle. “There you- are you okay?”
Gazing up, Deanna offered her daughter a smile, though she figured it looked as tired as her delusional mind that had conjured up Selena in a stranger. “I’m…” she sighed. “I’m not, dear. But…” she pushed herself to her feet. “I’m going to try to be.”
It was the best answer she could possibly give, even if she wasn’t so certain about it.
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Alright… so… where do we start?
I actually wish I could see everyone watching this or do some kind of poll, cause I really wanna ask – How many of you think I’m crazy at this point?
I’m actually serious. I mean, I’m not going to be offended if that number is high. I’ve seen the replays of Breakdown and how I’ve been acting. I might even start believing it a little – or at the very least would call my behavior erratic. But come on, guys! You also can’t deny that I’m right here, right?! You all saw the explosives in the turnbuckles! You all saw what was INTENDED to happen to me! And what if the others had gone off and got Gavin? Or gone off in another match earlier or later in the night?! What if someone HAD been on one of them and they had gone off! Not just me but the high-fliers of SCW! People with their whole careers ahead of them?!
Gone in a flash…
That’s… that’s… that’s beyond sick! That’s beyond twisted! This is a damned sport, guys! Not the Hunger Games. I know! I know it’s an important sport and I know it’s tough and I even know that it’s the “Wild Wild West” here now with Josh Hudson as the world champion, but I doubt he would disagree that friggin explosives in the ring?! People’s LIVES being risked instead of titles and win/loss records? I’d wager that’s not what he meant by that!
That’s what’s…that’s what’s been driving me crazy – yes, I said it! Because this can’t continue! This can’t go on! This has to stop! It has to end! I don’t care if it’s in an unsanctioned match or what I have to put on the line to get him – Enigma needs to be stopped! Because what happens next time? What if he actually succeeds and someone gets really hurt? If someone loses their career to this maniac? If someone loses their LIFE to this monster?!!
So…if everyone thinks I’m crazy or obsessed, I get it. I won’t hold it against any of you, guys. But I also can’t stop now. Just like I can’t just stand around and wait for the axe to drop. I have to do something. I have to do something to help SCW and stop people from being in that danger.
And I’m sorry I started with this before getting to my Breakdown opponent. I just… I just wanted to make that clear, Colleen. Before this goes down, I wanted to make that clear more than anything. Because I don’t want you to think less of me. We’ve had some battles in the past when the Playgirls Three came at the House of Frost, I recall that, even as tired as I am, heh heh. But more than that, I’ve watched you. I’ve watched you bring the fight on your own in that royale at RTG for the number one contender to the Adrenaline and Underground title. I watched you and Asling, Body Heart and Soul show that when you beat BOTH Kandis and Kristen Scott – which, let me tell you, is NOT easy. I’ve seen you wage war with Waylon Creek, the unstoppable TV champ and nearly bring him to a loss!
I bring this up, hun, because I want you to understand how I see you. Someone I would love nothing more than to tear it up with in the ring. Someone I’d love nothing more than to prove myself against because I KNOW she wants to prove herself against me! People like you, like Knox, like Reed, like Polly, too! Wanting to break that glass ceiling! Chomping at the bit for that big break! Wanting to make their mark here and push themselves to that next level! I get it – and it makes me smile even now to be part of that. It makes me giddy. The idea of facing such hungry challengers – or it would – to fight such a hungry superstars.
But Colleen, and I need you to listen to me carefully on this. This isn’t a match that we can just focus in the ring and on nothing else. You saw what happened in my last match. You saw the explosives going off! You saw what was ‘meant’ to happen. And if something happens to you… because of me…
I would never forgive myself…
So, Colleen, I need you to promise me something – something I told Gavin Taylor. In my heart, I want you to come at me with all you have, okay? I want this to be our proving ground. You and me. I want to believe that we can have this match together, something worthwhile to entertain the SCW Universe! That we aren’t going to stop because the presence of ‘fear’. That we will do all we can to be SCW superstars! And I will do all I can to give you my best! You have my word on that!
But…
I need you to trust me, Colleen. Because I cannot allow my guard to drop again. It almost cost me more than I can say. One inch closer to that turnbuckle…
Ahem… So! If I stop you. And I mean REALLY stop you. Not stop you as in reversing a move or breaking a hold or whatever, but if I suddenly yell at you to ‘STOP’ and ‘RUN’ or ‘LEAVE’… I need you to do it. I need you to get out of the ring – go through the crowd if you have to, but get away from the ring… and away from me…
Because I can’t promise more than giving you all I have and doing all I can to protect you. Because I… I don’t know what is going to happen. And I am too scared to not believe something terrible is going to happen.
And if it does, whether before or after that second bell rings, I need you to be able to run somewhere safe. I’ll… I’ll forfeit the match for you if I have to! I’ll stop it and declare you the winner if that helps! You can tell Polly you beat me and whatever that entails!
I will, Colleen, if I see that smoke or the lights go out or something happens before we can conclude our match. Because as much as I respect you and want to give you my best – what you deserve… I will NOT be the one that costs you your career… or worse.
So, please, I beg you, Colleen… give me your best but heed my warning and please trust me if I do make that demand.
Because, if it comes down to it… and he traps you… I… I don’t know what will happen. And I don’t know if I can protect you… once HE has you…
And that… that is what scares me more than anything…
Check…
Check…
I’m sorry, Colleen… but please… think about it….
RE: Colleen McDonald vs. Deanna Frost - Jay Gold - 09-21-2024
Season 5 / Episode 31 / Confrontational (Part 2 - Holding Her)