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Selena Frost vs. David Striker - Konrad Raab - 11-14-2024
2 RP Limit for singles
3500 Word Limit Per RP
Deadline: 11:59:59 pm ET Tuesday, November 19, 2024
Show takes place November 20, 2024
RE: Selena Frost vs. David Striker - PhantomTroupe - 11-18-2024
What happens when the "Underboss" of the Phantom Troupe finally makes an appearance...
(David Striker) "Cold-Hearted"
RE: Selena Frost vs. David Striker - SnowQueenSCW - 11-18-2024
Villain of the Year
”Rough Return”
Frost ‘Forever Home’
Manhattan, New York
November 7th, 2024
3:59pm
“MOMMY!” cried the six-year-old as she rushed down the porch, having spotted the big bus driving up the driveway and rushing out like a bat out of hell before the vehicle had even parked! Further undeterred, the little redhead launched herself towards the equally-beaming woman knelt a few yards from her – the one that had given the child her red hair and green eyes!
“Ami!” Deanna cried out, her voice cracking as the woman wrapped her thin arms around the child without any hesitation, using her legs to lift herself and, thus, the child up into the air. “I missed you so much!” the redhead cried out as the emotions – so many weeks of loneliness and repression – sprang forth, Deanna finally able to let it all go with happy sobs and hugs to her youngest daughter.
Selena stood back and watched it all, a sad/happy smile gracing her features as she leaned against the side of her “Believe it or Not!” limo-bus.
She did not regret this, watching her ex-wife holding their youngest daughter. It had been a decision she had made ever since Mexico and Amelia and Luz’s wedding. She had had to rush back with Amelia and Luz for the same reason, that being Under Attack. Of course, Deanna had been denied the chance to accompany them, not only because of her current health (which she argued with the Snow Queen on), but even if there was the remote possibility that Enigma would show up…
Still, Selena’s decision had eased Deanna’s mind. She would travel back to Kentucky, same way she had gotten from there to Mexico in the first place, and, once Selena was able, she would return to collect Deanna and take her to Manhattan for a few days during the post-PPV break and allow her to see their children.
Of course, that had taken a bit more time than the former world champion cared to admit or show – and part of the reason she was leaning against the bus as she was, the large vehicle offering sturdy support for the Snow Queen’s back.
She had wanted to immediately leave Detroit soon as her match was finished – in fact, that had been the initial plan immediately following the chamber match.
The chamber match…
Gods, it had been so satisfying to emerge from that match as the winner – and to have pinned James Evans in the process! The Hall of Famer had mouthed off incessantly about Selena – nothing the platinum-blonde hadn’t heard before – but for a man that came and went like the changing of the tide in and out SCW?
Gods, she hated people like that! Evans, Hudson, Allocco, Kandis, the list was a mile long of names that came and went from that place – people that talked down to her as if they knew better. As if they had a right to judge her – the person that had spent year after year in SCW being the top star! The person that had come back to SCW and hadn’t stepped away since! And here they were, blabbering on and on about ‘Saving SCW’ and ‘Elevating people’ and look what happened?
Selena sighed quietly, further pressing her back against the steel of the vehicle’s side. She had walked out of the chamber in utter smugness and satisfaction, her victory beyond refute! And, her own fault, she had chosen not to get checked by the doctor, instead discreetly scarfing down an NX pill, before heading out to watch the world championship match, which only ADDED to her satisfaction as she had watched the ‘provider/promiser of the Wild, Wild West’ be dethroned as the world champion by Xander Valentine. Almost just as fast were the rumors that Hudson was retiring! Crawling back into whatever hole he had come out of now that his ‘string of good luck’ was gone!
Just like the others… Selena shook her head knowingly, but she would deal with that later. In truth, it had been too much good news for the Snow Queen: Light in the Darkness’ wedding and them retaining their tag-titles, her win in the chamber, and Hudson’s loss and potential retirement and leaving SCW?
She had been so wrapped up in it all that she had ignored the adrenaline slowly leaving her body until the next morning… when she had been unable to leave her bed. Even with the NX dulling the pain, her back would not stop its complaints! She had been bedridden for most of the day after and – she knew – she should have stayed that way for a few more days, or at the very least gone straight home and recovered there…
But she hadn’t…
She had taken a four-hour detour (on top of the ten hours needed to travel back to New York City/Manhattan) to keep her promise. To collect Deanna from the redhead’s sister’s home and bring her back to Manhattan for a few days.
Stupid… her devil-voice reprimanded, but Selena ignored it. Yes, it was foolish, she could silently admit to that. With her being booked on the next Breakdown card AND with Fatal Fortunes on the horizon, any delay in her recovery was asking for trouble. But she refused to regret the decision or consider it stupid!
She had already taken so much away from Deanna – essentially locking her up in Kentucky due to the redhead’s mental health – and if she had learned anything from Deanna’s “escape” and the two had being able to talk in Mexico (after Selena had found her), it was that isolation was NOT the key. Deanna needed to be away from SCW, yes, and Selena refused to budge in the safety of their children, but to completely take Deanna away from them and them from the redhead.
That had been wrong. It had been a mistake on Selena’s part, and one she regretted.
So, even though her back continued to be problematic for the platinum-blonde, seizing and spasming as if it was throwing a temper-tantrum, Selena refused to show it, opting to keep her focus on the woman standing before her, the child in her arms, and the two children – Elsianna and David – as they, too, came outside to greet their mothers.
“Hey, mom.” David smiled, opting to give the woman a one-arm hug. “Glad you’re okay.”
“Me too.” Deanna smiled at the boy.
“Some of the people said you were looney.”
“David Michael Frost!”
Selena hadn’t meant to call out the boy’s full name, but the eight-year-old’s lack of tact was certainly not something Selena wanted to ruin Deanna’s time. “Apologize to your mom this minute!”
“I didn’t say it!” David shot back defensively. “People at school were saying it!”
“And you know better than to be spreading such things! Especially when you know they are untrue! What does Thumper say?”
The question caught everyone off-guard, including the speaker – it had been some time since Selena had used that example with her children, demanding the quote from the movie ‘Bambi’.
Grumbling a little, David muttered the words he was being ordered to speak. “If you can’t say something nice… don’t say nothing at all.”
“Exactly.” Selena nodded, crossing her arms over her chest. “Now apologize to your mom.”
“But I-“
“David.” Selena warned, her tone colder than the wind that was blowing through the Black Arrow neighbourhood. It was a tone David recognized very well – all the Frost children and Deanna did.
The ”Push me one step further and you’re grounded” look.
Gulping a little, David’s head jerked back towards the mother closest to him, gazing up the few inches need to stare Deanna in the eyes. “I’m sorry, mom!” he tried apologetically. “I didn’t mean to it.”
“That’s okay.” Deanna nodded her head. “But if anyone asks you at school, I’m…”
For a moment, the redhead turned on the spot, emerald eyes shifting over to gaze at the sapphire eyes of Selena, somewhat pleading for some kind of help. For her part, Selena could not think of anything, only managing a shrug of her shoulders… causing her to wince as the muscles in her back decided to ‘voice’ their disgruntled nature.
With no help coming from the taller woman, Deanna turned back to her son, Amiliah still in her arms, and spoke slowly. “I’m dealing with some health issues that make it necessary for me to be away for awhile. A kind of…” she looked around, but not really at anything in the property around her. “Secret mission?” she settled on saying.
It was all Selena could do to not release the snort of laughter that threatened to escape her at her wife’s choice of words, if only to not receive a cold, emerald glare from the United States Champion. Biting down on her lower lip to distract herself, she managed to supress any sounds from escaping as David gazed at Deanna with confusion and curiosity.
“A secret mission?” he asked, tilting his head this way and that. “Like a spy?”
“Nnnnoooo….” Deanna drawled out. “Not a spy. I’m still only a wrestler, but…”
It was almost amusing for Selena, watching Deanna shift before her eyes uncomfortably, trying to explain the truth to their children without actually telling them the truth.
I could step in… Selena smiled knowingly. She had the first time, but this time was different. She wanted this… the young woman reminded herself. She wanted to see them for longer than a few minutes. She wanted to be a parent again…
Still, there was something almost inspiring, or at least respectful, in watching the redhead trying so hard to be just that. To the Snow Queen, she could admire the effort Deanna was putting into this – which wasn’t all that surprising considering the near ten-years she had been a parent to Elsianna, and then giving birth to both David and Amiliah. Perhaps it was Selena’s own issues – her nightmares and the resulting therapy and recollecting on Anastasia DeCarlo – that was making her see Deanna in a slightly different ‘light’, the former world champion grateful to have had such a woman that loved their children so much – a far cry to the nightmare her stepmother had been and the absentee Alejandra had been forced to be.
“But…” Deanna kept trying, regaining Selena’s attention. “But… okay…” she huffed, shrugging her shoulders. “I’m fighting a supervillain.”
The wind, itself, seemed to go silent at the sound of those words as the entire Frost-family members (including exes) stood still, all eyes on Deanna. Absolutely silence filled them – even the birds weren’t making a sound. Selena couldn’t even hear any insects, neighbours, nothing! But then again, she was too busy re-registering Deanna’s declarative statement!
“A…supervillain?” Elsianna asked, standing the furthest behind of the Frost children.
“Like Thanos!?” David asked with far more interest and excitement where Elsianna had showed confusion and some skepticism.
I think I’m going to have to go with my first child there. Selena thought.
“Well…” Deanna tried, shifting a little on her feet uncomfortably.
“Is he your archie-rival, mommy? Amiliah asked, gazing up at the redhead while still being held.
“He…” Deanna bit her lower lip and it was then that Selena could gaze at the rigidness of her ex-wife’s posture. How taunt her spine was – like Selena’s, but where the platinum-blonde’s was a result of the damage she had taken inside the chamber, partially her opponents and partially because she had thought it had been a good idea to do a DDT on top of a pod, followed by a damn elbow drop from the top of said pod down into the ring! – Deanna’s tension was more emotional… and growing! She could see the redhead looking around, scanning the property of their ‘Forever Home’, eyeing the gates and the sidewalks beyond those.
It was the same tension Selena had seen from Deanna in Mexico – when the redhead had thought she had seen Enigma…
“OKAY!” Selena suddenly called out, pushing herself off the side of the bus, her back immediately feeling like a bunch of small firecrackers were going off up and down her spine. Still, she fought back, trying desperately not to show it. “That’s enough questions for your mother.” She tried, adding a slight twinge of chastisement to it. Quickly, she took Amiliah out of Deanna’s arms, lifting the small child down and onto the ground.
Her back was on fucking fire! She wanted to scream at it and immediately hated how far away the bus (where she was keeping her NX) suddenly felt! A few feet looked like miles and she wanted to pull her platinum-blonde hair out at it! Still, she bit down and powered through – as if this was more painful and challenging than the damn chamber! Sure as hell feels like it in this moment!! her mind cried.
“I happen to know it is a school night and the three of you have homework!” she added, trying to sound more calm and peaceful than tense and in pain. “And if you three want to have time tonight to catch-up with us and… I don’t know… play Mario Party or something-”
“MARIO PARTY?!” David and Amiliah’s eyes grew wide!
“You’d better get your work done before dinner, I think-“
The two kids were off like a shot before Selena could even finish sentence, the pair arguing as they fled inside.
“I wanna be Shy-Guy!” Amiliah cried out.
“NO! I wanna be Shy-Guy! You’re ALWAYS Shy-Guy!” David countered.
“Am not!”
“Are too!”
“Am not!”
“Are too!”
The back and forth slowly faded to silence as the two youngest Frost children could be heard running up the stairs to their rooms to get to work. For Elsianna, the oldest child cast a glance at Selena before turning her head back towards Deanna, though her eyes flitted back to the older woman. Seeing the gaze, Selena met it, subtly gesturing with her head to give a tilt towards Deanna, though redhead did not see it. It took only a brief moment for Elsianna to move, gently hugging Deanna, who accept the hug gratefully.
“So happy you’re home, mother.” The eleven-year old remarked honestly, earning a squeeze from Deanna.
“Me too.” The redhead sighed in relief, grateful for the end of the previous conversation. “We’ll catch up later tonight. I promise.” She added with a whisper before releasing her daughter and letting Elsianna re-enter the house as well after her siblings.
Without a word, Selena watched as Deanna’s gaze seemed to linger on their children for a moment before the shorter woman turned herself a little back to cast a glance at Selena.
“I…” she whispered. “I felt so guilty just popping back here just to grab my passport. I barely had a chance to say a word to any of them. But I was afraid if I lingered here, I wouldn’t leave until you caught up with me.” She seemed to be speaking this more to herself than to Selena, prompting the Snow Queen to keep silent rather than respond (probably with another apology for her actions). “Thank you…” this statement was directed at the platinum-blonde as Deanna’s emerald-gaze had turned completely to focus on the former world champion.
Still, Selena could only shake her head. “Don’t thank me just yet.” Selena sighed. “I have to get you back to Kentucky in a few days.”
“I know…” Deanna sighed. She knew the rules as well as Selena did – it was the terms of the agreement they had made. For the joy Deanna (and Selena did as well) in the redhead reuniting with their children, there was still the issue of The Enigma/Deanna’s mental health. As such, only a ‘break’ could be offered to the younger woman. She would need to return to Kentucky, which Selena would facilitate, and continue her treatment until Marsh-Asher gave her the clean bill of health.
Selena still didn’t like the idea of SCW’s doctor – Alex’s choice (the man was obsessed with his old superstars and ‘legends’) – making the call. She wanted someone like Glasgen, but in this, she was willing to relent and play by the rules. It was better than her wife running off and disappearing to Mexico. She might actually go back to Frankfurt next time… she thought with a bit of nervousness, which she shoved down best she could.
“Come on.” Selena gentle reached out to place a hand on Deanna’s shoulder, guiding the young lady towards the house. “Best we get you unpacked and I know Gerda and Oberon will want to say hello.” She added. “We’ve only got a few days. Best we make the most of them.”
Determined, Deanna gave a resolute nod of her head before walking the few steps needed to return to the suitcase she had placed on the ground before Amiliah had made her appearance. Picking it up, she threw a hand into her long, red locks of hair. “I’m going to spoil them rotten!” she stated in determination, giving a wicked grin to Selena.
“Oh sure! Make me the bad mom!” Selena called back as Deanna rushed into the house after the children, immediately, the sound of a dog barking in excitement could be heard.
For Selena, she wanted to run after Deanna. To play along this rather sweet moment. But she couldn’t. She couldn’t run in that moment. Her back wouldn’t let her. She wasn’t high on adrenaline and satisfaction from Under Attack like a few days ago and her NX…
She cast a glance back at her bus, only realizing now that it was starting to move – Ra already driving it down and back towards a larger parking space in New York City… Selena’s only source of NX going with her…
The Snow Queen sighed in somber realization. It was going to be a long few days…
“I can do this…” she whispered to herself, doing her best to straighten her back despite the muscles’ protest. “I’ve survived worse…”
Though as she took the first few slow steps towards the house, she wasn’t so sure she’d be able to say those as easily in the days to come…
RE: Selena Frost vs. David Striker - PhantomTroupe - 11-19-2024
(David Striker) "Playing the Saint and the Sinner"
RE: Selena Frost vs. David Striker - SnowQueenSCW - 11-19-2024
Villain of the Year
”The Obvious Signs”
Frost ‘Forever Home’
Manhattan, New York
November 11th, 2024
10:12pm
BEEP!
Selena wished she could have the same control over the microwave as she did over SCW – the Snow Queen waving her hands and shushing the small oven as if she could quiet the thing’s beeping. You know… instead of stopping the timer before it reached zero!
Still, the three short beeps came and went quickly – whereas her little ‘dance’ continued for a few seconds as she tried to ‘wave’ away the noise. Relieved with the quiet, though regretting her movements due to the nagging pains in her body, Selena breathed a calming breath, closing her eyes for a second.
There was no sound of movement to her ears. Not even from Oberon, meaning she hadn’t woken anyone up. Another exhale of relief allowed Selena to refocus. Pressing the ‘open’ button of the microwave, she retrieved the rather large and thick purple wrap. With careful hands, she held the wrap with one and pulled up her long, baggy black shirt with the other, revealing the matching sleep shorts she wore as well. She did not have the patience or even the ability to dress in her preferred clothing of her magenta gown. It was comfortable yes, but it required better movement to get into than she could provide. Thus, baggy shirt and shorts had to do. Still on task, the Snow Queen wrapped the hot cloth against her back, tying it up at the front – the heat-pad cloth pressing into her back muscles.
The pain eased a little, allowing temporary comfort – enough to move across the kitchen, into the connected family room and sit on the sofa, her back pressed into the cushion. For several minutes, she did nothing but focus on that feeling, her eyes closed, trying to will her body – specifically her back muscles – to relax and let go of the nagging pain and tension.
She desperately wanted NX. She had stayed true to her previous established rules that she had taken on since Deanna’s inability to take care of their children here in Manhattan. She refused to have any NX in the house, the preferred place being either in her bus, at her own home in the Eyrie Tower, or – if it was an emergency – in a locked safe hidden in a locked cabinet inside the pool/gym room. Sadly, the third option was the ONLY option she had at the present moment AND – as she had learned two days ago – that ‘hidey-hole’ had been empty for some time, the Snow Queen forgetting to refill it last time she had used it, which only made her mentally curse herself even more.
I must have pulled something! she thought bitterly. The soreness just didn’t make sense. For what it was, while there had been several spots and painful moments in the chamber, her last match certainly hadn’t been the worst chamber match Selena had been in! In fact, aside from Polly spearing Mason through said chamber and Selena getting the other ‘spot of the match’ with her ‘THIS IS SPARTA!’ moment kicking James Evans off the chamber pod, the chamber match had certainly paled in ‘hardcore violence’ compared to the Underground Chamber match. Even so, while she had walked out of more violent and harsher chamber matches with few concerns, there was no denying her current state.
And unlike Mason, this is legit! She thought bitterly. Gods, she had given Demitria a bit too much credit regarding that night. She respected and even liked the man sure enough, but she refused to believe that that bastard had suddenly developed an ‘injury’ just when Polly Pignotti was kicking his ass!
She refused to believe that for a second! She had fallen off a damn scaffold against Giovanni Aries, had her foot crushed by a crate from Past, Present, and Future, and far too many more injuries to count and had still powered through whatever match or hell she was in (including an Ironwoman match on one occasion!). But Mason ‘tweaks his knee’ and he ‘can’t compete’?
No… she growled at the thought. It was too coincidental! The match, despite James’ and Mason’s hopes, had not been for the world title contendership or anything of the sort. Perhaps, in the moment of getting his ass-kicked, Mason had realized this and, rather than take his beating, had opted to run away. THAT sounded more like Blake Mason than seeing him as a ‘victim of a freak accident’.
“The bastard probably didn’t want to be embarrassed...”
The thought brought forward two emotions. First, pity for Polly. The poor girl had gotten so close to beating Blake and had held her own against not only him, but Lohan AND Evans! She deserved far more praise than she was getting from this chamber match. Selena gave a shake of her head. She wanted to find a way to, discreetly, help Polly break the glass ceiling, but every opportunity that came up always seemed to see the girl come up short. Just have to be patient… she told herself as she focused on the second emotion that came from the thought of Mason’s logic (or her theory of it).
Understanding.
Mason was all about appearances. He had come back pretending to hold all the cards, and regardless of Selena beating him down week after week, he had refused to budge from that image. Image was far more vital to Blake than it was to her – the Snow Queen not caring whether she was hated or loved for her beliefs, especially when her path was set for, ultimately, destruction.
Still, had Mason continued on and been eliminated by either James or Selena or even further brutalized by Polly to the point of being ‘taken out of the match on a stretcher’, his stock would have dropped so much faster.
In some way, Selena could understand that aspect – she faced it (or would face the possibility of it) next Breakdown.
A sigh escaped her, but this one not calming. She had gotten wind of her next match – a singles match with David Striker. And, originally, Selena had not been concerned about it. Striker was a solid wrestler from what little she had paid attention to with The Phantom Troupe, but like The Fall of Man and a few other groups – they were just noisemakers. A stable of people making noise, but, ultimately, aside from Trios, little to no impact… except maybe Waylon Creek – the current TV champion was still doing rather well with his win-loss record.
But with David Striker? The man had been given far more opportunities in the last six or so months than Selena had had all year and, every time, he had come up short. The boy had no SCW accolades to his name despite title shots/opportunities at the Adrenaline and SO MANY at the Underground title! He seemed to be in a similar spot, career-wise, as Polly was, but where she aware and constantly trying to evolve and get better, David seemed… ignorant of it if his promos and air of ‘superiority’ were anything to go by.
I mean… what kind of man brags about ‘knowing more’ than everyone else and having more ‘experience’ than others when he lacks the credentials to back it up?
It was almost staggering to the Snow Queen the oblivious nature of the boy, perhaps it was because he was still young – and it wasn’t like he had no talent. He did, which was why Selena could understand Mason’s logic. For despite the lack of achievements title-wise, Striker did hold a few key wins, particularly a win against Dark Fantasy.
That stunned Selena – the boy had a victory over BOTH Syren and Ravyn. Which meant an upset against her was definitely possible. Moreso with her back…
She breathed slowly. No… she would rest up. She would be better before next week! Moreso, she would have her NX with her again. There was NO WAY on Odin’s sacred ground that she would allow an upset of that magnitude to reach her – not after she had just conquered a damn Elimination Chamber with a ‘dusting of her hands’! No way would she allow her ‘stock’ to go down now that Hudson was out, Evans was silenced and she was still on top of the list of ‘power players’!
“Back still bothering you?”
Selena jumped at the voice and immediately winced, the pain racing up her spine like a damned bolt of lightning.
“I’ll take that as a yes.” Deanna nodded her head grimly. “Did you think I wouldn’t notice it?”.
“I…” Selena breathed through the pain as she tried to speak calmly. “I didn’t want to make a big deal of it.” She stated through labored breaths. “The focus was supposed to be on you spending time with the children.”
“And I’m grateful for that.” Deanna stated as she moved further into the room, the emerald nightgown she wore bringing out her red hair and matching eyes. “Thank you for keeping my clothes where they were.”
“Why wouldn’t I?” Selena replied. “I’m only here temporarily. Till you get cleared.”
“Then…”
“Then it’s back to my castle in the sky.” Selena finished, easing back into the couch as best as she could. “Anyway, don’t worry about me. It’s a bad bump. I’ll be fine in a week and when I get my NX back.”
“Says the woman that forgets that I won a chamber match last year.” Deanna quipped back, moving around the couch to stand in front of it. It was only at that moment that Selena noticed the dark green plastic container with the white screw-on lid. “Scooch.” Ordered Deanna.
“What?” Selena asked.
Deanna merely hummed a sound. “Shove a bum.” She ordered, using her free hand to wiggle her fingers, indicating her desire for Selena to move further down the couch. Awkwardly, the platinum-blonde obeyed, allowing Deanna to slump down into the newly-available seat beside her, keeping her eyes on Selena. “Come on.” She ordered. “Turn and lift the shirt.”
“Why am I?”
“Come on, Selena, I’ve seen you naked, remember? More than once even! Just chill!”
On instinct, Selena’s arms flew up to cross over her chest. “But… we’re not…”
“Didn’t you do the same thing when I was banged up? Or whatever?” Deanna countered, unscrewing the lid to the container. “You’re not going to reach that part of your back very well. Just lift the shirt so I can.” Her fingers were already wiping some of the off-yellow cream onto her fingers.
Giving it as much thought as she could in those few seconds, Selena slowly huffed and turned away from Deanna, lifting her large shirt to just under her bust and removing the no-longer-hot wrap. Immediately, she felt the cold gel but warm fingers of Deanna, her back tensing for a moment before a slow heat began working its way deep into her muscles far better than the cloth did.
“This will work better.” Deanna stated matter-of-factly. “Cause I’m pretty sure the last thing you want after winning a chamber is to lose.”
Selena’s eyes widened in surprise for a moment, partly because of Deanna’s observation but partly because she was feeling her ex-wife’s bare hands on her bare back, which was not helping matters! “You’ve taken advantage of the Wi-Fi, I see.” She remarked sharply.
“Oh maliciously!” Deanna whispered. “I also am grateful you didn’t change the codes for adult content.”
“You…” Selena tried to jerk her head back. “You didn’t, did you?!”
“No.” Deanna laughed, sticking her tongue out a little at Selena. “I’ve learned to use my imagination…” she muttered the last part. “And my memories…” thinking Selena hadn’t heard her.
She had… but said nothing.
“Anyway, focus on recovering. I faced Striker a few months ago. He’s not easy.”
“So I’ve heard.” Selena sighed. “I’ll figure it out. Soon as I get this under control.” She threw her thumb behind her, gesturing to her back.
“Will you…” she felt Deanna’s hands still against her back. “Will you call me if you need me? Or the children need me or anything?”
The Snow Queen took a slow inhale before slowly nodding her head. “I promise.” She replied. “And hey! News here! Jake Starr is back and might be the one heading the ‘Enigma hunt’. Assuming Enigma focuses on him, maybe we can get you out here more often.”
She had meant for it to sound positive and optimistic, but the stillness of Deanna’s hands gave her doubt.
“I…” She heard Deanna breathe. “Merely ‘beating him up’ won’t do it.” She answered. “I tried everything I could.”
“And you did something.” Selena assured her, reaching down as soon as felt the redhead’s hands reach her ribs and sides, choosing to take them into hers despite the cream on them. She held on tightly, surprised when Deanna did not fight to release. “But maybe it’s time for someone else to take the task on. Other people need you too…”
She wanted to say herself but her fear won out. “Our children, SCW, and of course Luz deserves a fair shot against you.”
Deanna said nothing, merely pulling her hands away from Selena’s to refocus on the platinum-blonde’s back and sides, massaging them best she could. Selena didn’t utter a word either.
For her part, she didn’t envy the battle the redhead waged.
Least I know I can beat my opponent… she thought. And that when I knock him down… he’ll STAY down…
_______________________________________________________________
The Royal Letter
Well, SCW Universe… I hate to say I told you so…
But I told you so!
Did I not say this all would happen? That the ‘magic’ of the new world champion would burn out? Did I not say that all his promises of ‘a new SCW’ would amount to nothing? That it would be me maintaining the 'new' status quo? Did I not say that all I had to do was wait and be what I am and ultimately, time would prove me right?
I did, didn’t I?
Because not only do I stand here before you the WINNER of the Elimination Chamber over what many considered to be the ‘rankings-check’ of the World title contenders, but I stand here with a smile on my face and a laugh in my heart as I say these words!
JOSH HUDSON! I FRIGGIN CALLED IT!
I told you – I told the world – that you wouldn’t last! I told the world you were nothing more than empty promises riding the hot air of momentum and once hardship – TRUE hardship – hit you, you would fold like a house of cards and all your little promises of the ‘Wild Wild West’ would simply disappear!
And look what has happened? One loss. One loss of the world title was all it took and Josh Hudson – the ‘hero’ – gives up.
I rose from my loss at RTG and conquered the damn chamber! Him? Oh no! Josh does not rise. Josh runs away. Josh announces his retirement. Josh takes his ball and goes home. Walking out on every one of you that supported him! That BELIEVED in him!
And here I stand – in MY world – MY SCW. Not Blake Mason’s and not James Evans’ like they swore, but MY SCW. I stand in my ring, in my world, in my kingdom, the only one not surprised by all that has come from Under Attack. Because I called it.
Because it was plain! Plain as the snow falling for the winter. I saw it with Allocco, saw it with Kandis, saw it over and over again. People that can get lucky for one night – one time – one moment. People who, for a few months at best, can have the luckiest string of success, even against me. But ultimately, NONE can last here like I can. None can THRIVE here like I can. Eventually, all their fire/light… Poof! Burns out! And that leaves SCW in the cold… where I stand, thriving and ruling as the Snow Queen that I am.
Josh… don’t be too upset. You just couldn’t see that you were nothing special. You were nothing “different” than those that got lucky with me. You just bit off more than you could chew. Happened to your little former student, James Evans, when he thought he could take me out of SCW and take my place in it. I’m sure you saw what I did to him…
Josh, James, so many that fight me and try to BE me… simply bite off more than they can chew. And, ultimately, they pay the price for it. Because no one can be me. No one can do what I do. But since we are on the subject… it seems I am facing someone else that has done the same thing.
My, my, my, David Striker. It has been some time, hasn’t it? What was it? A month or so ago that we faced? You seemed to have forgotten which team ELIMINATED yours from the Trios tournament. Who made that possible by delivering the finishing blow. Do you remember now?
Well, I remember you. This man, disbelievers – such a man he claims to be! So sure of himself! Proclaiming his already-injured state but so sure of victory! So sure of his victory over me and – hell, proclaiming himself a MASTER of fate! This man, ladies and gentlemen, has declared that he will arrange Fatal Fortunes – an event where every element including match, stipulation, and applicable partner(s) are randomly drawn – will BOW to his will and grant him tag-team title gold with his choice of partner! That his wishes shall all be his without question! Victory, championships, a position of undeniable power… Basically what I have and am…
And why?
Because he is SERIOUS now! Because David Striker is taking things seriously now!
Tell me, David. If you truly are this ‘Master of Fate’, why do you stand before me without an accolade to your name? And I don’t mean the ‘things you did elsewhere’? I mean here, in S-C-W. That’s where you are fighting me. That is where I compete at the top level. Why, Mr. Serious, are you not standing before me as I am before you? As a chamber winner? Why are you simply one of the ‘eliminated’ rather than the victor? Why is ‘The Frontman’ achieving so much less than the ‘Fall of Man’ despite his ‘Mastery of Fortune’?
Is there a clog in the system, David? Are you experiencing ‘technical difficulties’? Or… Have you bitten off more than you can chew?
Because your little ‘assessment’ of me? I was more insulted by your ignorance than your actual remarks – few as they were as you cried more about Colleen and your past – but even so… You believe I know nothing of ‘seriousness’ and ‘fury’?
Have you been living with ‘The Phantom of the Opera’ in the dark all this time, David? Do you have the slightest idea who I am and what I have done? Seriousness? I kicked a man off a damn chamber pod to send him and The Fall of Man a message! Fury? I smashed a chair into Blake Mason’s spine until it was almost paste! And both those were just in these last few weeks! Look back – and I mean REALLY look back – SCW history is littered with the bodies of people I have bloodied and put down on my path to the top. Ask the new world champion. Ask the new Adrenaline champion. Ask the new Underground champion. Ask the tag-team champions.
Ask anyone.
Ask anyone who the greatest wrestler is in SCW today. Ask anyone who the wrestler of the year will be. Ask anyone who is the most decorated and dominant wrestler in the past decade is…
That is who I am, David. And THAT is who you’re going to be facing tonight.
Is it sinking in now, ‘Master of Fate’? I will grant you, you have talent. You don’t enter a chamber with a smile and then fight in it, and survive, without some degree of talent. And your victory over Dark Fantasy months ago validates your desire to challenge for the world tag-team titles.
However… none of that is something I give a damn about. Your ‘plan’ is not my concern. Your ‘wishes’ are not my concern. I care about me. I care about dominating SCW. I care about enjoying my path back to where I belong – the SCW World Champion… all in good time.
And tonight, you can be as ‘serious’ and as ‘furious’ and as ‘hardcore-eous’ as you want… but you’re entering MY ring. MY world. MY match. Playing by MY rules and, eventually, seeing my truth rather than your own.
I haven’t clue… oh no, my poor Striker. You haven’t a clue… You haven’t a single clue. You didn’t have one the last time you faced a Frost… and you lost… And just like then, you are still clueless, unaware just how much you’ve bitten off more than you can possibly chew…
But don’t worry. Tonight, I’ll be sure to show you. Whether you want to believe it or not after I do... Well, that will seriously be up to you.
Kindest regards and best of luck,
Selena Michelle Frost
The FACE of SCW