Polly Playtime vs. Deanna Frost

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Frost No More

”The Space Between Silence”

Frost’s “Forever Home”
Manhattan, New York
March 17th, 2026
7:33pm

The house wasn’t quiet. That should have helped.

Sadly, it didn’t.

Noise filled every corner of the Frost “Forever Home”. It was alive in all the ways Eyrie Tower never was. The low murmur of a television playing some animated show in the basement. The soft padding of feet across hardwood floors. The occasional bark from Oberon, followed by the offended flick of Midna’s tail as she leapt onto higher ground to avoid him.

Normal.
Warm.
Real.
And yet, somehow… It all felt distant.

Like Deanna was standing just slightly outside of it. She stood in the kitchen, her hands resting on the edge of the counter, staring down at her phone like it might suddenly give her an answer if she looked at it long enough. The screen had gone dark minutes ago, but she hadn’t moved... Hadn’t blinked much, either.

“Mom?” The voice broke through just enough, causing the redhead to turn her head slightly to the side. Elsianna stood at the edge of the kitchen, her small frame half-hidden behind the wall by the doorframe like she wasn’t sure if she was interrupting something important.

“Yeah, sweetie?” Deanna replied, her voice softer than she felt.
Elsianna hesitated. “Is dinner… still happening?”

That pulled Deanna fully back for a moment. Dinner. Right... She glanced at the clock, which showed a later time than she thought.

“Yeah...” she said quickly, pushing herself upright. “Yeah, of course. I was just...”Her voice trailed off. Just what? Waiting? Worrying? Pretending everything was fine? “Thinking.” she finished lamely.

Elsianna nodded slowly, though the look on her face said she didn’t fully buy it. Kids were like that. They didn’t always understand what was wrong - but they knew when something was definitely wrong.

“David said we could order pizza...” Elsianna added carefully, like she was testing the idea and trying to get her mother ‘off the hook’.

From the room dowmnstairs (or maybe by the stairs), David’s voice called out, “I didn’t say that! I said we should order pizza!”

Deanna exhaled softly through her nose, something almost like a smile tugging at her lips despite everything.  “Pizza’s fine.” she called back, hearing a small ‘Wooo!’ come from David’s location.

Normal. Gods, she wanted to feel normal again.

“Go tell your brother and sister to figure out what they want.” Deanna instructed Elsianna gently. “I’ll order it.”

The eldest Frost-child nodded and disappeared, her footsteps quick and light as she ran off.

The moment she was gone, the silence came back. Not the absence of sound. But the weight of it. Deanna’s gaze dropped back to her phone... Still nothing.

No message.
No missed call.
No explanation.

Her thumb hovered over the screen before unlocking it again, scrolling through her messages out of sheer habit. The last conversation still sat there, unchanged.

“This doesn’t make sense…” she whispered to herself. None of it did. For days, she had mentally circled around the same conclusions. Selena didn’t just leave. Not like that. Not without something. A note. A message. A single word. Anything!

But there had been nothing.
Just absence.
Just silence.
Just— The phone vibrated in her hand and Deanna froze!

For a split second, she didn’t even look at the screen. Her heart jumped into her throat, her breath catching as that single vibration seemed to echo through her entire body. Only then did she look at the screen.

Selena. The name and small picture positioned on the screen. Deanna didn’t hesitate. She answered immediately.

“Selena?!” The word came out sharper than she intended - relief and tension colliding all at once. There was a pause on the other end. A silence, then...

“Hey.”

Just one word. And somehow it hit harder than anything else. Deanna closed her eyes briefly, exhaling a breath she hadn’t realized she’d been holding.

“Where are you?” she asked, the question coming out fast, almost overlapping itself. “Are you okay? What-”
“I’m fine.” came the interjection -  so calm it made Deanna’s grip on the phone tighten slightly.
“Selena-” the redhead tried.
“I said I’m fine, Dee.”

“Then why did you leave?” she asked, her voice dropping, trying – trying - to keep it steady. “Why didn’t you tell me anything? I went to the Tower and—”
“I know.”

That stopped the younger woman dead in her tracks. “You… know?”
“Yeah.” Selena answered. “I figured you would.”

Deanna blinked, confusion flickering across her face. “Then why—”
“I needed to go.”
“That’s not an answer.”
“It’s the one I’ve got.”

The frustration surged through Deanna. How many times had Selena done this in the past? Hidden things from her? Acted on her own? And how many times had it not worked? Backfired? Cost this family! More times than you can recall... mocked the Heart. And who was the one often paying for it?

“No, it’s not.” Deanna shot back. “You don’t just disappear and then call me like everything’s fine and expect me to just – what - accept that? No!” she declared. “We’ve been down that road so many times, remember? With me being the one who often pays for it!”

There was a moment of silence and, in that moment, she thought she had actually gotten through to her partner...

“I’m not asking you to accept it.” came the quiet, crushing reply.
“Then what are you asking me to do?” Deanna demanded.
Another pause, this one longer.
“Trust me.”

Deanna let out a short, incredulous breath at those two words – as if Selena thought they solved the problem.

“Trust you?” she repeated. “Selena, you vanished. No explanation, no message, nothing - and now you’re asking me to just trust you?”
“Yes.” The answer came without hesitation. And somehow that made it worse.

Deanna turned slightly, pacing a few steps across the kitchen, her free hand dragging through her hair.

“That’s not fair.” she said, quieter now but no less intense. “You don’t get to do that. Not to me. Not again.”
“I know.”
“Do you?” Deanna shot back. “Because it doesn’t feel like you do.”
A third silence, but it didn’t last long.

“I didn’t have a choice.”

There it was: That line. That tone. One that made Deanna’s heart sink.

“What... What does that even mean?” she asked. “Why were you shouting that you were next in line for the world title? How is that even possible? And what about Xander and the tag-titles-”

“I can’t explain it.” was all she received. “But I meant what I said.”

The frustration twisted into something else now, Deanna could feel it. Something sharper. Something closer to hurt.

“Selena...” she tried, her voice tightening, “Talk to me. Please. Whatever this is, whatever you’re dealing with - we can figure it out. Together. That’s how this is supposed to work.”

A faint sound came through the line - like a breath, or maybe a quiet, humourless laugh. “Not this time.” Those three words hit harder than anything else she’d said and Deanna felt her chest tighten painfully.

“Why?” she asked.
“Because if I do...” came the slow voice... “You’re going to try to stop me.”
Deanna didn’t hesitate – for the first time against her wife. “Then maybe you should be stopped.”

A loud silence between the two came from that, perhaps because it was Selena’s turn to be stunned by Deanna’s defiance. Still, time continued and she, eventually, found her voice. “I can’t let that happen.” she answered. “We had a deal.”

“And you’re breaking it!” Deanna shot back. “Why else would you be hiding from me? From our family? You’re going to break a rule, aren’t you?” she reasoned – her mind buzzing towards a path she had refused to go down. “For the world title. You’re going to something you know I won’t have a choice but to get involved!”

She was almost certain she heard a gasp on the other end, but it was quickly covered. “I’m fixing something.”
“That doesn’t tell me anything!”
“It’s not supposed to.”

Deanna’s grip on the phone tightened again, her knuckles whitening slightly.

“Is this about CHBK?” she pressed. “About everything that happened? The tag titles? Xander? The Glimmers? Because if it is, then we can-”
“It’s about everything,” Selena cut in. “And it’s bigger than that.”

Deanna’s heart sank further. “Bigger how?”

“You wanted this to end favourably? So I don’t jump at the deadline?” that made Deanna’s blood run cold. That damned deadline. Looming over her like a guillotine. They were a little over four months away – time running out – and far as she could tell, there had been no real progress in Selena’s recovery. In fact, the Snow Queen seemed to be getting worse as the weeks went by. More desperate. As for Deanna, she kept fighting, kept getting back up no matter how much it hurt. She had to keep fighting against people like Polly, calling her a fluke, and against people like Frank, calling what she did as ‘pointless’.

“You’re not making any sense.” she said. “You’re talking in circles, you’re shutting me out, and you’re talking about your deadline. What am I supposed to make of all of this?”

“That I have a plan.” Selena tried. “That I’m doing this to make everything better, okay? To stop this stupidity. This bias system and to give some meaning back into everything. I...” she stopped, as if she wanted to say something more but only silence came from her.

“You what?” Deanna pressed, needing to hear more.
“Nothing.”

“No.” the redhead demanded, her voice barely above a whisper now. “No, you don’t get to do that. You don’t get to decide all this for me.”
“I already have.”

“That’s not how this works!” She managed to get out but the line went dead before she could the last few words out. Deanna stopped, moving her hand to gaze at her phone, wanting nothing more than to throw it into the nearby wall. From the living room, she could hear David arguing with Elsianna about toppings. Amiliah’s voice chimed in somewhere in the middle, trying to mediate. Oberon barked again. Midna hissed. The house noise filled in around her: Normal, warm, real.

And yet… she had never felt more uncertain in her life.

“What are you doing?” she whispered to the empty kitchen. No answer came. Only the distant sound of her children arguing over pizza...

And the quiet, lingering weight of everything Selena hadn’t said...

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So... where do we start?

We’re in London, England! We’re gonna be in Wembley Stadium! A place of history! A place of champions! And we are going to be fighting in the name of ‘Retribution’!

And that’s some important words being juggled around there: History, champions, Retribution. The weight of that sitting heavy on every SCW superstar in the back, every superstar that is going to come down and fight! Opportunities abound! Beliefs on the line! Do-or-Die mentalities! This IS S-C-W!

...

But for me, this is much more than that. It’s not just about a championship. It’s not just about history. It’s not just about retribution. It’s about all three! Because I had to fight like hell to get this championship. I’ve had to fight like nobody else in SCW – an undefeated run in one of the most iconic tournaments in SCW’s history to be the SCW Adrenaline Champion! Four tournament winners in the SoA history – only TWO have run the gambit. The first and the last.

And for me, personally, that moment – to do what not even my partner, Selena, could do... That said something. That made something loud in my mind. Because so many people, my opponent at Retribution included, have all relied on the same thing – the same one-liners over and over again.

That I’m not Selena Frost.
That I’ve gotten what I’ve gotten because of my last name.
That I’ve never had to work for anything in my career.
That they care about this title more than me.
That I don’t know the meaning of suffering and hardship.

And ever since I started the journey towards the Adrenaline championship, the loudest critic of me hasn’t been Dexter Grant. It hasn’t been Kimberly Williams or Jonathan Knots. Hell, it hasn’t even been CHBK or Frank Delatosso!

It’s been Polly Pignotti – Polly Playtime – Polly.

Yeah, you can change your last name back and forth for some kind of cheap ‘push’, Polly, but the name doesn’t matter! What matters to me is the person! And when it comes to that, Polly, I’m done holding back!

Last Breakdown, for the umpteenth time, you attacked me from behind. You made it clear that you would do ANYTHING to take this title from me, but you know what I saw more than that, Polly? More than the desperation?! More than the delusion?! I saw someone that – deep down in their core - doesn’t believe the crap coming out of their mouth!

You wanted to bring up Selena, right? Comparing me to her? Lowest hanging branch, but you know what? You’re the one trying so desperately to be her! You’re the one copying her ‘theories’ about being held back. You’re the one that’s making excuses about some kind of ‘conspiracy’ against you! The difference between you and Selena, Polly, is that Selena has a semblance of an argument. I’m not saying she’s right, but she at least has some ground to stand on!

You want to whine about being held back? You want to whine about people being ‘favoured’ over you? Who the hell are you to talk? Let’s just consider that for a second! Because when it comes down to it, I don’t think ANYONE in SCW has been given more opportunities than Polly!

I mean, that history I was talking about? Let’s see... you and me for the United States Championship? Ring a bell? Breakdown 2024? Retribution in a Last Woman’s Standing match – the last time I was at this event – that jog your memory? How about the chamber match, Polly? You going after me and the title I held? Hell, we just finished an epic tournament with some of the hottest and most driven talent in SCW today – where you got not one, but TWO chances to get the SCW Adrenaline championship! No wonder you don’t want to look to the past. Sort of blows your whole ‘didn’t beat me cleanly’ line off the rails, doesn’t it?

And that isn’t to say anything about the opportunities that DIDN’T involve me: Countless Television Championship matches, Scaffold Scramble, entry into multiple Trios Tournaments, the most recent Underground Chaos match that happened a few weeks ago – I could go on, Polly, but the fact is that, aside from the World title itself, there hasn’t been a singles title that you haven’t been given an opportunity for! Just from RTG to now, you’ve had so many chances to better yourself. To win a title. Scaffold, Trios, Television, Underground, Adrenaline with this being your THIRD chance to get it...

So, what boggles my mind is that you can stand there with a straight face, with at least SIX opportunities since Rise to Greatness this year and still complain that you’re being ‘held back’. That there’s this big ‘conspiracy’ to keep you down and out of bigger things! That you’re not getting what you ‘deserve’.

Explain that to me, Polly! I really want to know how you can justify attacking me from behind time and time again and calling the numerous times I’ve beaten you, including in the semifinals of SoA as a ‘fluke’, or not a ‘real victory’, considering I’ve knocked you out to the count of ten and taken you down inside a damn chamber. I’d really like to know, Polly.

Especially when you know - You KNOW - that it didn’t have to be this way! Two years ago, at this same event, you got a second chance at me for the United States Championship, didn’t you?! Did you have to attack me from behind to get it? No! You came into the ring, called me out and said you wanted another go! And I gave you one!

That’s all you needed to do here! Come to the ring and say you wanted another chance! I would have said yes, Polly. Know why? Because despite what you’ve done and what you’ve said? I respected you. I respected your grit. I respected your moxy. I respected what you had gone through in this business and kept going!

More than that, Polly, I respected you for what you did for me. Almost every championship I have held in this business, you have been there to challenge me in some form and fashion. Whether it was with your Playgirls or you, yourself, you were there to keep me on my toes. To keep me sharp. To keep me from getting complacent, because I know that even a SECOND mismanaged – a SECOND mistakenly made – can be the difference between beating you and losing to you. I will say it, truthfully, I will say it with a straight-face on any interview, podcast, to any fan that asks me: No matter what name you use, Polly made me a better superstar and a better champion!

That’s what we should be talking about, Polly. That’s what this match SHOULD be about. Two people trying to push the bar higher. Trying to elevate the Adrenaline Division after an amazing tournament. But now? All you do is make excuses and promises you don’t keep. All you do is point the finger! You blame CHBK. You blame me. You blame the SCW Universe that you’re not where you feel you deserve to be! You blame every single person you can while cozying up to a sycophant like Frank Delatosso just to get what you want. You buddy up with a guy that looked at our sacrifice at the tournament and labelled it as ‘pointless’ and ‘unnecessary’. You say I don’t deserve this title and that you deserve better, well maybe that’s not it at all.

Maybe... maybe you’re right and I just need to say it. You want me to call a spade a spade, Polly? Maybe you’re right. Maybe it’s not some conspiracy against you. Maybe it’s not CHBK when you’re handed half a dozen opportunities and can’t seem to win the majority of them. Maybe it’s not me when I’ve beaten you clean time and time again. Maybe it’s not the SCW Universe when they’ve seen you drop the ball and choke over and over again.

Maybe, like you said... Polly just sucks!

Maybe the reason you haven’t broken that glass ceiling isn’t because of them or me, but because you can’t break that glass ceiling. Maybe the reason you can’t win the opportunities given to you is because you don’t have the grit and the heart that you say you do. Maybe, after all this time and not only having more opportunities than any other superstar but also failing more opportunities than any other superstar, maybe it’s all on you?!

You dared me to go there, Polly? We’re going there. Because I look at you now? I hear the words coming out of your mouth? I see and experience your actions of sneak attacks and ambushes and you wouldn’t need any of that if you were as good as you say you are!

You’d just win. You wouldn’t need six or seven opportunities. You wouldn’t need three tries at this title to be champion – you’d just need one to BE the champion!

And that’s the real reason you can’t stand me, right? Because I did what you couldn’t. I represent what you cannot be! Because I didn’t blame management when I was put on the shelf! I didn’t blame the SCW Universe when they didn’t trust me. I didn’t blame CHBK when the United States title was taken from me. I didn’t blame anyone when I was passed over for opportunities. I blamed no one but myself and I used it as fuel to better myself and to keep hitting that glass ceiling until it broke for me! Which is why I stand before you as the Adrenaline Champion and you... you stand before us whining and crying and going for any title you can get your hands on.

The grit. The passion. The accountability. The refusal to stay down. That’s always been the difference between us, Polly, which is why whenever we’ve faced, I’ve come out on top. Why is why at Retribution, in England, I am going to again come out on top. Whether it’s by knocking you out for good or a pin that ‘doesn’t count’ in your mind, I do not care. I will find a way, like I always have because I refuse to let you define my career. I refuse to give you any credibility to your disrespectful conspiracies. And I refuse to let you take what I have worked so hard for simply out of jealousy and ‘any title will do’ mentality.

You want this to be personal, Polly? Consider it personal. Consider it the biggest mistake you’ve made. And when it’s done, you will STILL consider me the SCW Adrenaline Champion!

Question is, who are you going to blame when that happens... and you STILL suck?

Checkmate, bitches!