Deanna Frost vs. Spencer Pryce

[Konrad Raab]

Shot of Adrenaline Tournament

2 RP Limit for singles

3500 Word Limit Per RP

Deadline: 11:59:59 PM ET Wednesday, September 3, 2025

[SnowQueenSCW]

OOC: Slight spoiler explaining the aftermath of RTG roleplays, but that will be explained later in Selena’s next match.

Frost No More

”Path of the Aftermath”

Mount Sini Hospital
New York City, New York
August 31st, 2025
9:23am

Deanna wasn’t sure when she had begun hating hospitals. There was no ‘gradual’ feeling that she felt coming on and it hadn’t been something she had even been thinking about. Why would she? Aside from her visits to the physiotherapist, trainer, and, of course, the psychotherapist in Manhattan, not to mention SCW’s, she hadn’t really stepped foot in a hospital since her ‘break’ from SCW. And those had been checkups – a few scares sure, there was no denying there was some danger in what she did (she could still remember the aches and pains from that Elimination Chamber match she had won, not to mention waking up in a hospital after that damned final match with Enigma/Veil) – even so, the spike she felt – the strong swell of loathing like a lead stone in the pit of her stomach.

Was it the sterile scent of disinfectant that lingered in the air? Was it the faint hum of fluorescent lights overhead? She shook her head, unable to be certain one way or the other what was causing her feelings against this place – or hospitals in general – doing her best to refocus on the matter at hand.

She felt the seated plastic chair she sat in and glanced at the frosted-glass doors of the radiology room – or rather, through them/past them as best as she could, watching her baby lying there on the table, Elsianna’s left leg held further out and over some kind of screen with what appeared to be the ‘X-ray gun’ (the redhead could not remember the proper name for it as she waited behind the thick glass wall on the other side, safe from the rays) held directly over the leg. Her daughter’s small frame was wrapped in a soft hospital gown, her face pale but determined as she clutched the blanket tightly around her. The X-ray technician, a young woman with a gentle smile, Deanna could still see that, which brought some relief to her, carefully positioning Elsianna’s leg for the imaging.

It was a routine checkup, the young mother kept reminding herself. It had been over a month since Elsianna’s accident during her brother David’s party, the eldest Frost child falling down the stairs during, what Deanna could only call, a ‘family meltdown’. The young girl had suffered a concussion and a broken leg from the fall, which was almost enough for both Deanna and Selena to cancel their plans for Rise to Greatness and stay at home – Deanna more than the platinum-blonde, but that wasn’t surprising.

She sighed at the thought. The big pay-per-view had not gone well for either of them. While Selena had, for a fourth time, come up short in the main-event (the repeated nature, Deanna knew, was clearly playing on the Snow Queen’s mind), Deanna, herself, had not only suffered her first Rise to Greatness loss in her career, but also had failed to regain the United States Championship, her ‘comeback’ of nine or so months being little more than wrapping up ‘unfinished business’ in the eyes of SCW management.

Had she expected some sort of ‘epic comeback’ like that of Cid Turner? No… not really… had she hoped for it? A little…

She felt selfish at the thought but refused to deny it. Part of her had wanted to pull off the upset. Wanted to be the one that beat Jordan, Luz and, especially, Asher Hayes – the proof-positive that she was still capable of winning on her own. Capable of doing things in the ring. Beating the man that beat her during her one and only SCW world title opportunity… But it wasn’t meant to be - though she was thrilled that her friend, Luz, had been the one to unify the Interim and United States Championships.

It was only now – now that the new SCW season was underway, that she had even allowed herself to dwell on such things. For the past month, her family had to be her only concern and focus. With her daughter suffering and her wife almost… almost…

For a moment, as she shifted her gaze from her daughter on the table to the woman that kept repositioning the x-ray gun to get a better angle for the ‘shot’, Deanna spotted her own reflection in the thick-glass wall. To say that things had gone from ‘bad’ to ‘worse’ coming out of Rise to Greatness would have been an understatement – possibly the understatement of the year -  and it was at this moment, that Deanna turned her eyes from her own reflection to steal a glance at the woman sitting in an identical plastic chair beside her, arms crossed over her chest. Unlike Deanna, who wore a red shirt and black pants, this woman wore a light-blue shirt under a leather jacket with blue jeans to match. Her hair was in its iconic platinum-braid, the fluorescent lights above them bouncing off the curls and giving it a slight glow, and her eyes glued on the young girl on the other side of the glass.

Definitely bad to worse… came the thought – thankfully her own. She had rushed home after Rise, taking the fastest form of transportation she could get. Again, she wasn’t sure when she had figured out what the woman beside her at been planning to do or how she had acted so quickly, but the entire travel back to New York had felt like a blur to Deanna. And she had just made it, minutes before…

Imagine if you hadn’t… one minute later…

She shut down the thought angrily, pushing it as far back into her mind as she could for now, stealing another glance at the taller Frost-woman seated beside her beside her. Selena’s head had not moved from its place, her eyes like that of a hawk – watching their daughter every second.

Can’t really blame her on that one… it was her that pushed the child down the stairs-

Angrily, Deanna shook her head again, but this time, the voice would not be so easily silenced and, with its presence felt, Deanna was suddenly aware of the weighted item she had in her pocket. Why she had brought it, she didn’t know… but she had hoped that she had been free of it after the pre-show of Rise to Greatness.

To be clear, she hadn’t ‘pawned it off’ or ‘passed it on’ to Chris Dumont. That had never been her plan. But she had carried the damn ‘Heart of Vail’ for months now and, still, had not managed to fully understand it or crack the secrets of its ‘power’. And honestly, much like her view on herself and the United States Championship, she had attributed it all as her fault. That she wasn’t strong enough. That she wasn’t smart enough. That she wasn’t … just wasn’t enough. It was why she had given it to Dumont. She thought that, maybe, he could succeed where she failed. That maybe he would be capable where she wasn’t.

And look how well THAT turned out! mocked the familiar voice. Deanna could still remember the damn thing’s laugh – how it had laughed and laughed, almost drowning out all noise outside of her skull – as Dumont had returned the heart to her last Breakdown, having experienced nothing with it despite winning his match against the masked fiend.

He had felt nothing. Seen nothing. HEARD nothing…

But then… what does that say about me? the familiar thought came into Deanna’s mind and she, just as quickly moved past it. She did NOT want to dwell on that question again! She did NOT want to be seen as ‘crazy’ or ‘mentally weak’ by the world again! She had almost slipped last Breakdown when Dumont had given her the heart, the redhead rushing to the washroom to be alone with her small breakdown. So much so that she had missed the announcement that followed. It hadn’t been till she had returned to the dressing room she had been sharing with Amelia and Luz, Light in the Darkness… returning to see their knowing, beaming smiles directed right at her.

At first, it had been a little unnerving, but, thankfully, they had not let her live in suspense for long,

The Shot of Adrenaline tournament was back!

Even now, in the hospital, Deanna wasn’t sure she had heard right. Still, partially, believed that it was all a trick or a dream or some kind of prank. She wasn’t the hardest person to fool these days…

But it was not a dream or trick. It was real. And Deanna… she couldn’t help but feel excited, though she had kept the feeling as hidden as possible, not wanting to upset either her daughter or her… whatever Selena was at this point – love? No denying that after the hell they had went through.

Again, another stolen glance between the unmoving platinum-blonde, only for a second, was enough to make the redhead feel that shrill of excitement again. It had been the Shot of Adrenaline that had propelled Selena to the stardom and skill she currently possessed. “The Year of Selena Frost”, Deanna remembered it well. 2016. Not only did the Snow Queen win the Shot of Adrenaline Tournament, but just a few months later, had won the Best of the Best Tournament to compliment it, all culminating into her winning the world title at the end of that year. Now, Deanna was not so excited that she believed all of THAT was in her future, but there was no denying the significance the Shot of Adrenaline tournament had played on the older Frost’s career…

And now it’s your turn… came the voice, almost knowingly, enticingly. The question is… are you ready for it?

Closing her eyes to release a slow exhale, Deanna allowed the sigh to calm herself despite the question. It was a question that she didn’t have an answer to. She had been gone a long time. And, truth be told, she didn’t recognize half the names on the entrants’ list. Yes, she knew Polly and Kimberly and Dumont for sure… but she had only heard of some of the other names. And there was still the matter of her not being ‘completely cleared to compete’. She had rushed her return, which maybe had played a factor in her loss at RTG. She wasn’t fully firing on full gears, she knew that. She had been training and training hard, she could be honest with herself about that, but was she 100%? She couldn’t say that in full honesty.

And you never know when your ‘lover-girl’ will push YOU down a flight of stairs. After all… you are taking HER tournament from her…

That is NOT what happened! Deanna mentally yelled back. That is not what happened and that is not what is happening now!

No? You don’t think it’s percolating in that platinum brain right now? I mean, think about it… let’s say you do what you’re REALLY thinking about. Start from the bottom and work your way through the tournament! Working your way through the ranks of challenges, maybe even winning the Adrenaline title along the way… maybe even winning the whole tournament! You don’t think she’s going to see the similarities between you and her path? You don’t think she’s going to see you more as a rival? As something in her way? As someone keeping her from the World title?

Deanna felt her blood run cold at the thought. She hadn’t thought of that – not once. Selena had always – without question – supported her. She had supported her when Deanna had wanted to go for the United States title. Because she was done with it… She supported Deanna in going for the world title at the End of the Year. Even though she was planning to cash-in her rematch clause right after? Isn’t that what she did to Asher after her beat you?

For every excuse and example Deanna mentally threw up in defense, the dark voice had a counter to it, which only further infuriated the redhead. Stop playing dirty! she mentally commanded. Selena has never turned on me or our children! You can’t convince me – not in a million years – that she would harm any of us!

Except when she slapped David?
That was… That was…

“Selena…” she heard her own voice whispering, though she wasn’t sure if she was the commanding her voice to speak – her eyes widening a little in shock as she saw the platinum-blonde turn her gaze over to her, sapphire eyes meeting Deanna’s emerald ones.

“What is it?” she asked, her voice laced in what Deanna could only see as exhaustion. Which wasn’t surprising. Since the incident, following the pay-per-view, Selena had done all she could to accommodate Elsianna’s injury. She had moved furniture around (with Deanna’s help) to turn the family room into Elsianna’s makeshift bedroom so it the young girl didn’t have to use the stairs. She had invested in the best crutches and braces where necessary and had even offered to have the bathroom redesigned just for Elsianna.

Someone’s feeling guilty… came the mocking voice. A little TOO guilty…

“I have to ask you something…” Again, words came from Deanna that she wasn’t sure who was sending them. She wanted to ask – if only to shut up the damned voice from that accursed Vail. Keep telling yourself that…

“If it’s about the tournament…” Selena sighed. “I don’t have a plan or blueprint, Deanna. It was almost ten years ago. Just focus on winning more matches than anyone else and you’ll be fine. It’s actually pretty basic.”

“That’s… not what I wanted to talk to you about.” Deanna bit her lower lip, dreading the words she needed to say. “It’s…” her eyes glanced away and towards the room on the other side of the frosted glass, where Elsianna was. “It’s about Elsianna…”

“What about her?” the Snow Queen asked. “If it’s what we’re going to do about her and Asuna or her and the cigarettes or her burning the house down, I don’t-“

”Did you push our daughter-
“-down the stairs!”

The former United States Champion felt her heard clench, even stop for a moment, as the rest of her processed what the hell she had just asked aloud. Before her very eyes, she saw so many emotions fly across Selena’s face: surprise, confusion, and MORE confusion still.

“What?” she slowly asked. “Did I what?”
“I…” Deanna breathed. “Every part of me wants to believe this isn’t true, but I can’t lie to myself about what I saw.” Her eyes bore into Selena’s. “You right in front of me – both of us at the top of the stairs, your arm outstretched and our daughter at the bottom of them, unconscious. You were chasing her. Trying to get her to talk to you after we had found out the truth about the cigarettes- you were so angry at her…“ she could almost see it replaying before her very eyes.

“You think I pushed our daughter down the stairs…” the shock and disbelief that came like a tidal wave from the platinum-blonde was enough to make Deanna’s heart break, the younger woman fighting with all she had to hold back the unshed tears.

“Not on purpose!” she tried to explain, though it felt more like putting a band-aid on a severed limb. “I mean… when you were chasing her. And when you caught up to her. Maybe you accidentally or tripped or she tripped or-“

“You think I’m the one that sent her down those stairs.” Selena stated, her tone less confused now and more defeated, her head slowly nodding in understanding, her breath slowing with each passing second, almost in time with the buzzing of the fluorescent lights above their heads. Seconds passed without another word spoken between the two former wives – maybe even minutes. Deanna couldn’t be sure, she was too uneasy… scared… of what she had unleashed with her questions.

Still…

“I keep replaying everything in my head,” Selena admitted quietly, her voice barely above a whisper as her words left her. “What I said to her, how I looked. Even when I was in the ring, climbing that damn ladder, I kept thinking about her. Laying on the table, being examined, hobbling on those creatures…” Deanna heard her ex-wife’s breath hitch. “What she said about me…”

“I know…” the redhead took a shaky breath, her eyes fluttering closed as she did. “I couldn’t stop thinking about it either.” She admitted. “The whole time in Houston.” She opened her eyes, giving a shrug to Selena. “I couldn’t even tell Luz and Amelia – I was too scared of upsetting them or throwing them off.”

The Snow Queen gave a nod but said nothing for what felt like an hour. “I swear,” she slowly continued, voice still holding a slight amount of the previous trembling, “I never wanted her to get hurt, Deanna. I’ve thought that scene over and over again more than a thousand times, from every angle, every line spoken. Every possible way it could have gone – SHOULD have gone – a thousand better ways it could have gone if it weren’t for me. And now… I didn’t push her.” She shook her head. “But I tried to hold her.” She sighed. “She was so… so upset and spiralling because of the fire. I wanted to hold her and tell her it was all going to be okay. That we were going to be okay. That she didn’t need me as a hero.” She eyed Deanna. “Not when she has you.” She whispered, earning a sad sigh and a shake of the head from Deann.

“I’m not a hero.” Deanna confessed. “At best, I’m a sidekick – just your sidekick.” There was no mistaking the hurt in her voice, the dismay.

“Then how did you get to me in time?” Selena asked. “I wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t for you.”

Again, Deanna shook her head. “We both know that I only bought more time.” She turned her head to eye her wife – the image of the Snow Queen in her nightgown standing on the balcony, all of New York below them…. And nothing separating the older Frost from reaching it except air…

“Well…” Selena nodded her head. “If I could turn back time, I would. I would do anything to undo what happened.” This was her confession. “Because I didn’t mean to hurt her… but it was my fault. It was because of me.” It was her turn to give a shaky exhale. “It was my fault.” She added with finality.

Deanna nodded slowly in understanding, releasing a breath. She didn’t believe that Selena was ‘at fault’ like the Snow Queen, but neither was she the same girl that believed her wife to be infallible or ‘incapable of wrongdoing’. This past year and a half had proven otherwise. As for her? She was certainly capable of wrongs and mistakes. The question was – was coming back to SCW too early one of them? A mistake that she was paying for – and, if so, how much more would it cost her?

The sound of footsteps from nearby interrupted the couple’s quiet conversation, both their eyes turning towards the door as it opened, just in time to see Elsianna’s small figure appear before them. Her pair of crutches were under her arms, and her cast still wrapped neatly around her leg, her face a mixture of bravery and exhaustion.

“Mom,” she called softly, voice hoarse but steady. “They said I could go.”

Deanna was up immediately, seeing Selena copy her movements. “Okay.” The redhead nodded. “What did the nurse say.”
“She said everything looks good.” Elsianna answered obediently, her eyes not quite meeting her mothers’. “And to keep the cast on for another month until the next check-up.”

“Okay.” Deanna nodded, reaching out with her hand to place it on the twelve-year-old’s shoulder. “You hungry?”

She saw the girl, still a child in some ways, give a timid nod of her head, almost imperceptible, a confirmation of her appetite. “Alright.” Smiled Deanna, wanting to put on a pleasant face. “Let’s get something.” She stole a glance towards Selena, seeing the hesitant and uneasy platinum-blonde standing there. “Do you want mother-“ she gestured towards Selena. “To get the wheelchair from the car? We can-“

“No.” Elsianna replied curtly, refusing to even glance Selena’s way. “I’m fine.” She added, forcing herself to begin moving across the hospital floor, past Selena. “Let’s just go.” She added, lifting and swinging herself in her ‘steps’, her ‘silent treatment’ act towards Selena not new… but still breaking both her mothers’ hearts.

“A…alright.” Deanna nodded, throwing an apologetic look towards Selena, who merely looked down at the ground, all too knowing. “Let’s… Let’s be on our way.” The redhead added before quickly moving to catch up with her daughter.

She was at a loss. She had tried to fix the United States Championship.
She could maybe fix her career with this Shot of Adrenaline tournament.
But this? The rift between Selena and their eldest daughter…

Deanna wasn’t even sure something as powerful as the Heart of Vail could do that…

[SnowQueenSCW]

So… where do we start?

Don’t worry, guys. I actually have an idea what I am going to talk about here. Not going to freeze up or get overrun with emotions this go around. Because I’ve had a month to sit with a lot of things. A month to deal with a lot of thoughts and feelings. Because, this time last year, I was quite a different person.

Let me just take a bit of walk – you can join me if you want or keep scrolling to the next promo, up to you, gritters – but those staying and indulging me in this, a year ago, I was on top of the world. I had just completed a year-long reign with the United States Championship. A feat that, really, hadn’t been done in some time across MOST of the singles title divisions within SCW in years. The number of people that have held a singles title for that long… you could literally count it on one hand – with most of those names being Hall of Famers! And while there was a growing ‘Enigma’ of a problem, I truly believed with all my heart that things were going to only get better for me and for SCW.

And then… within… I don’t know, a month or so into the new season? It was just taken away. In a moment, I was rendered unable to wrestle. Told to stay home, seek constant psychiatric evaluation, forbidden from stepping foot in the ring until I was cleared. And for nine months, I was forced to sit on the sidelines, unable to even ‘check-in’ with the place I loved. The place I felt was a second home to me.

I can honestly say that the near two years I was falsely imprisoned was NOTHING compared to that hell. Because I didn’t know back then what it was like to be an SCW superstar. To be a wrestler. To have all of you watching and listening and supporting the journeys we went through together. I didn’t what it was like to fight for all of you. To fight for what we wanted SCW to be. I didn’t know what it was like to main-event a show. I didn’t know what it was like to see my name on fan-made cardboard, you guys showing your support in so many colorful and wonderful ways. I didn’t know what it was like to be challenged – pushed to the point of physically breaking and finding the will to get back up and keep fighting with all of your voices shouting for more. I didn’t know how amazing it felt to not just hold a championship title because your wife had won it, but to hold it because you earned it. Because it was YOUR accomplishment. It was YOUR success.

So when I say that there was no greater hell than having all of that taken from me – to go from your voices in SCW to utter silence in a bedroom – I mean it with every fiber of my being! I mean it with every fiber of my being and I mean it when I say… it really did almost drive me crazy.

So if you’re wondering how I am feeling coming out of Rise to Greatness – you can understand me when I say that I am… actually okay.

Because if I could survive that hell? I could survive losing a match, am I right? And truthfully? It was almost a relief.

Don’t twist that. I was disappointed. I won’t lie to you, gritters. A part of me wanted to be the ‘Cinderella story’ that Cid Turner was pushing. To come out from being out for so long and pull off the upset. He made it sound so lovely and he got it! Kudos to him for that. Part of me wanted that, even though I knew the odds were stacked so high against me. But it didn’t turn out that way for me. I didn’t succeed in my story but I succeeded in helping end the doubt and the controversy surrounding the United States Championship because we have a new unified champion and I couldn’t be happier, I couldn’t be prouder of her.

And after that night, the path could not be clearer for Luz. She is going to be an amazing champion – the path is for all to see. The next step for her after winning the title? Will be to defend it and I wish her the very best in that! I know she is going to be amazing! I know SCW is going to love where that goes. I am going to love where that goes!

But my path? Up until last week, it wasn’t so clear. It wasn’t so set in stone. There was no ‘next step’ laid out for me. Hell, I wasn’t even sure I’d be allowed back after ‘screwing the pooch’ like some say I did in Houston.

But then… SCW answered that question. And suddenly, within a second, a path was laid out before me. The most unlikely of paths – certainly the most surprising of paths – because who could have imagined the return of one of the most iconic tournaments in SCW’s illustrious history. The Shot of Adrenaline tournament.

A tournament second in fame ONLY to The Trios Tournament held practically every year.
A tournament that had not seen the light in nearly a decade.
A tournament that has been linked to quite a few names of SCW.

And just because it’s been so many years, there have only been three winners of the Shot of Adrenaline tournament. And yet, there is no denying the impact those tournaments have had on each winner’s career. Sharper and Knots talked about it – Discord has talked about it – the SoA tournament is not just a test of one’s ability and endurance, it is an opportunity on par with winning the Taking Hold of the Flame royale – hell, of winning the SCW world championship!

And it’s starting… with me.

You have to understand how much that news affected me. Because everything I have said of this tournament? I didn’t just hear it. I didn’t just study it in prep for this. No, I got to be a witness to it. I got to watch backstage, and in the audiences, I got to see everything that the fans aren’t always privy to, as a young woman, still trying to find herself – still trying to find out who she was in this big world, this universe, called SCW – scared and intimidated yet refusing to give in, refusing to give up, take this tournament on. Not once, but twice! And I got to see that woman overcome every challenge, every obstacle and win it.

And from that tournament win, she gained the courage to challenge the best of the best, which lead to her having the courage to go after the richest prize in the game, which lead her to becoming ‘The Face of SCW’, which lead to her becoming, arguably, the best there is in the history of SCW. I know that isn’t going to be taken well, but whether you are a believer or not, there is not a soul in the world that can deny what she has done and it all began with this tournament!

Because that is what this tournament does! It forces you to face your fears, face your weaknesses, and, even when you’re at your lowest, to fight, scratch and claw for every point because every point in this scoring system is as precious as the very championship we are fighting for! One point could mean the difference between who goes to the semi-finals and who stays in the ‘discard’ pile.

And for someone that spend nine months there, I will NOT willingly go back to that pile again!

Because I look at Rise to Greatness not as a failure, but as something that had to happen. In my heart, gritters, I did not believe I was the United States Champion. I felt that my reign had ended long before that night in Houston. I felt that my reign ended when I couldn’t compete anymore. And what I had in association with it now, was a ghost of something. A ghost that needed to be put to rest so I could move on with my own career. My own healing.

Because now? Like my partner was back then, I have nothing to lose and EVERYTHING to gain. I am at the bottom of the hill, looking up at a monster of a challenge before me. A mountain of difficulty. And yet… I feel more alive and more at ease than I did running back in just to take down Jordan Majors. Because I am all too familiar with this fight.

Having my name attached with doubt over my ability.
Being the underdog.
Being the ‘unlikely’.

And I want this. I want this chance. I want this opportunity to test every part of myself. Everything that I have learned and every way I have grown. I want to test myself to achieve what I never have before. A tournament win. A title I have never held before, but more importantly, I want to work my way to the top like I did before. Earning my shot. Earning my chance. And redefining the perception of Deanna Frost!

Which leads me to Spencer Pryce, a man that is, quite honestly, probably feeling the same emotions I am feeling. Because like me, he has a family member that won this tournament in Amy Chastaine – his mother. So I am sure, like me, he knows firsthand the significance of this tournament. And, like me, Spencer has been looking for ways to rise up through the ranks and find his place within SCW. While I was making my debut at the end of 2021, he was being declared as ‘Rookie of the Year’ at that same event. While I was taking down people that kept saying they’d rather ‘face my wife’ getting beaten by women named after sex-diseases and commercial tag-lines, Spencer was winning the United States Championship and defending it for months in 2022. You talk about who had the better ‘year’ in 2022? You’d be hard pressed to think Deanna Frost over Spencer Pryce.

But… we are not in 2022 anymore, are we? And while Spencer, coming back just last June like Cid after so many years away, I stayed through those years. I took the hits. I took the losses. I took the embarrassments like losing to “Where’s the Beef?” and the “Five Moves of Doom match” I had with Adam Allocco and I learned from them, pushing myself further and further until I literally broke.

And the reason you need to know that, Spencer, is because that is how this tournament is going to be for me. I don’t plan to do your approach of ‘going down and staying down’ like you did but how I’ve done everything else in the past. Pushing myself further and further until I either succeed or I break! Because if I am right, and each point is crucial in this tournament, then whether I face you in the opener or the Adrenaline champion next for the title, each match has to be the equivalent of Rise to Greatness for me, deserving nothing less than all I have and all I can endure for it! And before you cook me by reminding me that I lost RTG this year, let me remind you that so did you, Spencer! We’re both suffering from losses here, and it will be how we get back from that that will determine tonight.

Because, tonight, Spencer, we are not just opening Breakdown, we are setting the pace of this whole tournament. Polly and Lawler will have their war but you and I? We will be showing everyone – every participant in this tournament and all of SCW – how this return of the Shot of Adrenaline tournament is to be. And I don’t know about you, Pryce, but I want this to be like RTG was for the U.S title.

Devoid of doubt!

So I’m not going to just smile and say ‘may the best wrestler win’. I’m not going to tell you how lucky I feel to be part of this tournament. No, Spencer, I am going to tell you exactly how it is: I’m coming for you. I’m coming for you this Breakdown and I am coming for you with every intention of going right THROUGH you!

Because this ISN’T me fixing a problem now. This ISN’T me ‘saving a title’. This ISN’T me doing something ‘for the good of SCW’. No, this is me doing what I have wanted to do for nearly a year and that’s fight with the best to BE the best! And with this new season of SCW starting – a fresh start for SCW and for me – that will begin tonight!

It will begin tonight, Spencer, because I am – crazy as this will be – I am calling my shot here and now. I am not only going to take this challenge head on with zero hesitation and my foot never leaving the gas pedal as I shoot upwards towards the top, but I am going to take this challenge, like our match tonight, and I am going to win the whole damn thing!

I am not going to ease up or give up until I hear my name called as the winner of this tournament! I am not going to stop getting up until I am the next “Shot of Adrenaline Tournament winner”!

So as good as you are, Spencer, as much as you have shown the kid from 2021 still has that ability to be ‘lightning in a bottle’, Pryce, you’re going to have to find another way to the semifinals of this tournament. Because there is only going to be one person that’s setting the bar for this thing, and it’s going to be!

And Spencer, when I do set that bar… I can assure you, good as you are, I don’t think even you will be able to reach it!

Checkmate, bitches!