Selena Frost vs. Scott Reed

[Konrad Raab]

2 RP Limit for singles

3500 Word Limit Per RP

Deadline: 11:59:59 pm ET Wednesday, October 16, 2024

[Huddie]

You Are the Dark, Chapter One

[SnowQueenSCW]

Villain of the Year

”It Stings”

I-90 East
Spokane, Washington
September 28th, 2024
3:21am

She felt the pain before she opened her eyes. Before she even really regained consciousness. It just attacked her – or had it slowly come into existence as the painkillers had worn off? She couldn’t really be sure. She hadn’t felt discomfort as she had lay there on her bed, her mind dreaming… actually she wasn’t sure if she had been dreaming or, if she even had, what she had been dreaming. And even if she could remember, the sudden stinging, burning pain had destroyed any memory of it as it shot from her neck, down her shoulders and into a bit of her left hand.

She could not help the groan that escaped her from it, making her back arch up, which only further irritated the source of her pain, causing her to force her body back down into the soft mattress, her eyes shoot open, revealing to her mostly darkness, and her breath suddenly very labored where, not a minute ago, it had been quite even from her slumbering. She clenched her jaw and tightened her hands into fists against the pain and the frustrations that came with it as her mind fully awoke.

It had all been bullshit! Every step of it!

It had been frustrating enough when Xander Valentine had been saved by Billy, the Executioner being knocked out by Selena’s Glass Shard and her team on the cusp of, thus, winning the Trios Tournament finals – THAT was just part of the rules of such a multi-man match and something she had to live with.

But then… to have that bastard…

Her jaw clenched more so and she felt her back teeth press hard against one another. They had been so close! Her team had performed perfectly! Working together, being united, they had outwrestled Xander’s team in EVERY way! Polly was tougher, taking so much damage from Xander and the others, Raynes had sure as hell made his shots count! And Selena, herself? She had led the troops perfectly!

But then Blake Mason had to get involved!

Angrily, the Snow Queen tried – emphasis on ‘tried’ – to move her head to a more comfortable position to ease the pain in her neck but it was useless. The stinging persisted, which only furthered her thoughts to be centered on the culprit.

It was a setup. It had to be! She had, eventually, seen the match replay, the nod Mason had given to Billy! Of course it was! And Xander had done nothing about it! Had just… let it happen! Amelia… well, Selena wasn’t sure how the tag-champion had taken this, but she highly doubted it was enough for her friend to want to ‘relinquish’ the Trios contract.

But no… Blake, clearly, had had a target and a goal: to take Selena out of the finals so her team couldn’t win! Remove the serpent’s head and the rest would die.

And now… thanks to him and a piledriver… she was without a Trios contract and another loss tacked onto her year. Not that a loss truly meant anything to her. She had gone the better part of seven months of the year without a single loss to her name. In fact, the only loss aside from this one had been Rise to Greatness, which was slowly becoming more of a blessing with the power she now wielded throughout SCW – being as big, if not bigger, star than the damn world champion. Which only made the situation more frustrating for the platinum-blonde!

It was Josh that wanted the ‘Wild, Wild West!’ She thought bitterly. And yet he's having a respectable match with Amy! Complete with handshakes and integrity - devoid of any such things like run-ins and attacks! And here I am being screwed out of what is rightfully mine!

It was a rather frustrating reality check for the Snow Queen. Nobody had interfered on behalf of either Josh or Amy in the world championship match! No one had run in and spiked Josh with a piledriver. And yet, he was the one advocating for this ‘new SCW’ in the first place! All the while being protected from the people that would hold him to that mark such as Kristen Scott and Kandis. In fact, with the aforementioned former thorns in Selena’s side affectively neutralized in SCW, Josh had remained, relatively, safe. But not Selena…

Another wave of burning, stinging pain took hold of the former world champion, bringing more frustration and annoyance with it and causing her to try and push herself off the bed to a standing position. She was not going to get any more sleep at this rate. Every movement exasperated the pain. Slowly, Selena dragged her feet along the floor of her bedroom of the luxury bus as it rumbled and gutted across the Interstate, continuing its long journey back to New York City. With every jolt, every lane change, every swerve of movement to ‘stay in the current lane’, Selena felt it right in her neck where Blake had driven her into the steel…

She could not recall any other time she had been piledrived. She had seen it happen quite a number of times. Hell, she had even seen see her boss, O. D., take one. But to receive one was new to her. And she did not like it. Not one bit. True, there was a chance that maybe it was the result of the match that was also exasperating the pain and frustration. But deep down, she wasn't just frustrated for losing a match and a contract. Not when she had one that got her a world title match whenever she felt like it. No, the platinum-blonde, despite the pain, was still able to allow herself to be honest with her feelings in the privacy of her own bedroom. She could deduce Masons actions later, at least where she, herself, was concerned. Petty jealousy, a cry for attention, a rocket to the top of the ranks for the world title he craved – those were just off the top of her head giving him a single second of thought. It was hardly original. There were a dozen or so people with the same mentality against her – from Billy to Kristen Scott to Kandis to Scott Reed.

But what truly sat with her now was what Blake’s decision had cost Andrew and Polly. She had no love loss for either of them. Quite honestly, she didn't really care too much about what happened to them. And yet, she would be lying to herself if she said there wasn't a part of her, perhaps some small part of her being stirred awake by the words of Polly, Amelia, Xander, Josh, and Deanna - Words of a return. Words wishing for Selena to ‘come back’ - A part of her that had wanted to see Andrew and Paulie win Trios contracts. A part of her that would have felt proud to have led such a team to victory and to see them both, especially Polly, be given such an opportunity. Because, at the end of the day, they had both performed admirably – respectfully, even! And Polly...

Selena let herself sigh aloud. She truly felt for the young woman. Being stuck in the same place for so long. Trapped with seemingly no way out. She could definitely relate to that. It was why she had pushed the point so hard in that changeroom after Breakdown a few weeks back. Because she truly believed Polly had potential to be so much more. That the young woman was on the cusp of truly breaking through the glass ceiling that had barely stopped her from beating the Snow Queen in a cage match months ago.

But, thanks to Blake, Trios was not going to be the answer for the poor girl. Polly and Andrew would have to find another way, not like Selena with her rematch contract. Even so, even with her future still intact and her ‘owed’ title shot still a thing, she could not shake the feeling in her mind.

About how all the pieces seem to click together…
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Four hours ago…
Rogers Arena
Vancouver, British Columbia
11:23pm

“GODDAMMIT!” Selena cried out loud, grasping the end of the ‘bench-mattress’ that she sat on, her nails digging into the leather and her knuckles turning white in the process, as the doctor tried to tilt her head and neck towards her shoulder. “I already told you it hurts, you quack!” she yelled out, gasping as the searing pain ran through her. It felt like her neck, shoulder and left arm were on fire and would burn off any second, leaving the former world champion as little more than a pile of ashes.

Not sure anyone would care much about that… she thought bitterly, inhaling and exhaling loudly through her mouth to try and ease out the pain she felt. Still, the wretched doctor persisted, even trying to rub her neck with those damn fingers. Do I even look interested in you, you old creep?! Her mind screamed, even though most of her brain logically knew that the man was just trying to do his job.

“Just give me something for the pain so I can get out of here!” she ordered angrily.

“Something for the pain? Haven’t heard Selena Frost say THAT in awhile.”

Hearing the voice, Selena’s eyes closed and she released an audible groan, but because her neck was a ) in so much pain and b ) was so stiff, she did not really move it. Instead, she merely opened her eyes, once more seeing the interior of the ‘doctor’s office’, or rather the place SCW had picked within the arena for the physician’s ‘space’ for Apocalypse. It took only a few seconds before the new voice realized Selena wasn’t going to look at him and, instead, moved around to stand in her line of sight.

“You want me to look you in the eyes and say it again?” he teased.
“Fuck you.” Selena growled. “I have no issue kicking you in the head and walking out of here again. Contract or no.” she added with a hiss.

Not believing her for a moment, CHBK crossed his arms over his chest, eyeing the former world champion. “You going to cause problems because of this?”

“HA!” Selena laughed out loud. “What part of what just happened should I just ‘let go’ and be okay with?” she asked amusingly. “The fact that my team got screwed out of the finals? The part where I got piledrived into steel by someone that wasn’t even in the goddamn match? Or the fact that you, knowing all of this, did nothing about it?!”

“Like I did nothing about it at Taking Hold of the Flame when an interference helped YOU beat Xander and get to Rise to Greatness?” he asked without much difficulty.

“I didn’t ask Kandis to run in! She was trying to screw with me!” Selena countered. “I took advantage of that! That wasn’t the same thing and you know it!” she added.

“Never the less…” The SCW icon shrugged. “You said nothing when it benefitted you, so don’t be crying when it doesn’t. Turnabout is fair play.”

“Spoken like a damn politician. I can’t believe I actually miss O..” The Snow Queen grumbled, but then sighed, slowly, and with much difficulty (not to mention to the surprise of CHBK) turned her head a little to stare directly into the eyes of the Hall of Famer. “You’re really okay with this?” she asked, her tone actually dropping from bitterness to a softer tone, but still rather seriousness. “Just…” she sighed. “Forget about me for a second here, Alex, okay? This…” she waved her right hand in the air. “This, at best, slowed me down. At best…” she added, a warning tone in her voice. “We both know the world title will be mine again. Just a matter of time.”

“If you have a point to this, it’s rather late…” CHBK started, not accept the prediction but not quite refuting it either.

“It’s Polly!” Selena shot out, her body tensing as the emotion caused her to move jerkily and, thus, her neck making her pay for it. “Painkillers, please!” she shouted to the doctor, who quickly moved away from her. “Goddamn it…” she growled, her hands returning to grip the leather mattress that supported her seated weight, taking a few loud breaths in and out to quell her pains as best she could, at least enough for her to continue speaking to the icon. “It’s Polly…” she started again. “And, even Raynes… they…” she breathed through the stinging in her neck. “They deserve better than this!” she settled on saying. “They worked so hard, got so close – for Odin’s sake, Alex, they put up with me as their ‘leader’! If we had lost fairly, I’d… I’d be okay with it. They would too, I know! But you’re telling me all their hard work was for nothing because Blake Mason got involved?! Really?!”

There was a look of surprise on the old man’s face as he heard Selena’s words, perhaps surprised that they were not words about herself for a change. Whatever… the Snow Queen thought bitterly. Think whatever the hell you want about me… I CAN think of other people!

“And you can’t…” she breathed. “You can’t tell me this is going to sit well with Amelia. Billy? Sure. Maybe even with Xander with what little time he has left and his obsession to have whatever kind of ‘win’ he can get over me, but Amelia?” Selena shook her head. “No way.”

To her surprise, the icon seemed to actually hear the Snow Queen’s words, not just dismiss her outright or curse her just as quickly like some of their previous conversations. Still, with a sigh, he merely shook his head. “It is what it is.” He finally answered with, what seemed, a sad expression on his face. “But they both proved a lot in this tournament. I’m not going to forget that.”

“Sure, you won’t.” Selena scoffed in disbelief. “Least not till you get another decrepit ‘icon’ to suddenly ‘come back’ to SCW.”

“Alright…” the legend rolled his eyes. “I just came to see if that piledriver was as bad as it looked.” he stated simply. “But if you’re well enough to mouth off at me, guess it isn’t that bad.”

With that said, he turned to go, his hand reaching towards the door he had just entered through.

“Wait!” Selena wasn’t sure who had said that until she replayed it in her mind and recognized her own voice talking, as it continued to do so. “About earlier…with…” She felt her throat hitch and it had nothing to do with her pinched nerves or the needle being jabbed into her arm by the doctor as he administered the requested painkiller. “With Deanna, I mean…” she breathed, ignoring the growing feeling of numbness that started to flood through her system. “Th…” she slightly stammered but quickly controlled herself. “Thank you… for telling me… and getting people down there… and getting her to a hospital… and looking after her…and… for saving her life… I…”

I don’t know what I’d do if I lost her completely.
You not only saved her life but also mine.
I’ll never forget this or even be able to repay you for it…

She released a long exhale. “Just thanks…” Was all she managed to get out. “And for that thing for Breakdown… I don’t want that to change, okay? Despite this. Just… keep it as we talked about, okay? Pl…please…”

“Sure.” Alex nodded in understanding before finally disappearing out of sight, the door closing behind him. Alone with the doctor, Selena returned her attention back over to him, the ‘healer’ (for lack of a better word), beginning to pack up his instruments.

“Doc.” She called out, regaining his attention. “Give me another shot.” She ordered, her eyes growing dark.
“I…excuse me?” The doctor asked in surprise. “That dose was fine for you, Mrs.-“
“You gave me the ‘kid’s dose’.” Selena stated, her tone growing colder. “I want something stronger.”

Her head tilted… and she felt no pain. “Or do I have to tell CHBK that you refused to help his main-event?”

She didn’t really need the second dose… she could admit that to herself… but, after tonight, she wanted it…

And fuck… did it feel good!

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I-90 East
Spokane, Washington
September 28th, 2024
3:34am

“GOD-FUCKING-DAMMIT!” Selena growled out as she grasped her hands on the counter of her bedroom aboard the bus, trying to get her head to just stay in any position of ‘less pain’ long enough for her to have a complete thought without it being interrupted by the stinging-pain in her neck, arm, and hand from the pinched nerve.

A fucking stinger! That’s what she had! The piledriver had pinched the nerves in her neck and now they were bruised or something, she had no idea! She just wanted to think for a moment!

Speaking of which… what the hell had she been thinking when she spoke to Alex?! ‘THANKS’?! THANKS?! That’s what she had said? That’s what she had chosen to say to that old bastard?!

Who was it that brought Blake Mason into SCW in the first place?!
Who’s REWARDING Xander with not only a Trios contract, but ‘the next world title shot’ if the past Breakdowns were any indication?!
Who is LETTING Blake and Billy get away with this SHIT?!!

Her devil-mind shouted these accusations at nauseum, all pushing the same question forward: Why didn’t you talk to him about these things?! Pinned him to the wall with this blatant favouritism for the old-legends?! Caught him in whatever lie he had thrown?!

And despite her pain and anger and frustration and even sadness for Polly and, to a lesser extent, Andrew Raynes, Selena’s answer wouldn’t change in her mind.

It…hadn’t been important at the time.

A long sigh escaped her as the woman, slowly, moved herself across the space, using the counter of her dresser for the needed support. She wished to Odin she had a better thing to say, but the truth was that, in the end, despite it all, the situation of the Trios Finals had, simply, not been as important to her in that ‘doctor’s room’ as Deanna being taken care of and safe. Yes, she was pissed about the former. Of course she was! She could have done so much with that damn contract! But… even so… CHBK, SCW management… they had saved Deanna’s life.

And that… Selena sighed… that STILL trumped everything!

Reaching the desired cupboard, Selena pulled the damn thing open seeing the yellow, plastic bottle roll out towards her. Clearly, the painkiller from the doctor did not have a long ‘lasting’ term… but she knew what did…

Without hesitation, the platinum-blonde twisted open the cap, ignoring the stings in her neck and arm as she held her hand up and out towards the container, watching as only one clear-gel pill fell into her hand, immediately setting off a panic in her system. How could she only have one left? The trip back home was at least 44 hours and she was certain she had only covered four of those hours if the digital clock on her nightstand was any indication! How could she not have checked?! Hadn’t she checked?!

She felt herself tense at the realization of her NX shortage, her neck stiffening and… the sting came back with a vengeance that rivaled Kandis and Xander put together! Without thinking, she stuffed the last pill into her mouth. She’d worry about the lack of NX when this one wore off! Long as the pain stopped for a bit! She thought as she swallowed the pill and held herself still for what felt like several minutes, though it was probably less than three, slowly feeling the familiar numbness of the stronger painkiller. It allowed her breathing to slow and her mind to grow a little clearer. Enough that she could pull herself back into bed.

Yes… she thought as she gently placed herself back onto the mattress, pulling the covers over her. Tomorrow…

Alex…
Trios…
The world championship…
My NX supply… she breathed as she slowly felt the world fading away to the NX’s numbing effect.

I’ll worry about all of it… tomorrow…

[Huddie]

OOC: I gotta sleep.

You Are The Dark, Chapter Two

[SnowQueenSCW]

Villain of the Year

”It Burns”

Trapped with seemingly no way out… I can definitely relate to that…

The Frost Home
Nome, Alaska
November 22nd, 1992
9:32pm

“Mom…” the child whined, rubbing her eyes with her hand as she was pulled down the hall. It was well past her bedtime, wasn’t it? She vaguely remembered her daddy bending down and kissing her forehead before she drifted off to sleep. She strained to open her eyes. It took a second for her vision to adjust, but she recognized the pictures on the wall, the familiar wallpaper, even some of the corners. She was definitely home. “Mom…” she whined again.

“Stop whining.” Came the firm voice of her mother, Anastasia DeCarlo casting a commanding glance that made the child immediately ‘wake up’. “Your father is off in his mine… again.” Her mother seemed to growl at the thought, as if it brought some kind of unhappiness to her, which made no sense to Selena. She was so very proud of her papa!

“You think he’ll find gold tonight?” she asked, her young voice high with hope. “He said that, when he does find it, he’s going to take me out of here and travel the world with me! He says there are castles and places where there is no snow at all! And-“

“Be quiet!” again, that cruel, cold voice silenced Selena, her previous hope now replaced with a stab of fear. What had she done? Had she messed up somewhere to make her mother mad? Was she going to be punished? Last time had been a week ago, when she had accidentally knocked over her mother’s glass of juice. She had had her hands whipped with a ruler and then sent to her room without dinner. Desperately, the child tried to remember the day, but her sleepiness made that very difficult.

“I’m sorry.” She settled on saying, shrinking back a little despite being pulled further down the hall. Her mother seemed to ignore her apology, making the left at the doorway to enter the bathroom – except there wasn’t any door. It was against the wall, which was strange. Was it taking a day off or a break or something?

Inside the bathroom, Selena felt her hand being tossed away, causing the small child to stand before her mother. “Get into the tub. You’re filthy.” Anastasia ordered, the blonde woman’s tone booking no room for argument.

“But…” Selena tried anyway. “I already had a bath today…”

She been outside with the other kids and, yes, while she had gotten dirty from rolling around in the snow and dirt, she had taken a very thorough bath thanks to her father helping her. Slowly, she lowered her eyes to check herself, seeing no dirt on her hands or on her light-blue PJs-

SMACK!

She was suddenly on the floor. Had she fallen down? Slipped or something- It wasn’t until she felt the stinging sensation against her face that she realized what had happened.

Her cheek burned.

Gazing her eyes up, she felt tears start to form in her eyes. “What did I do?” she cried, looking up at the cold stare of her mother.

“You were born…” Anastasia hissed. “Now…” she slowly, darkly, pointed to the tub beside them. “I said get into the tub. You’re filthy.”

Selena wanted to cry. To cry for her papa, but he wasn’t here. And she didn’t want to get hit again. If that meant having a second bath, okay… least she’d be super clean then.

Slowly, the young platinum-blonde crawled over to the tub and quickly pulled herself into it, sitting in the cast-iron tub with the ‘claw foot’ pedestals. She could literally sit in the middle as she was and just barely get her head above the top.

“Shouldn’t I…” she started to ask, wanting to inquire about her clothes but the stare from her mother silenced her, the young child simply drawing her knees to her chest as her mother reached over and twisted one of the handles nearby. It took a few seconds for the rumbling to come and a few seconds more for the water to begin coming out of the faucet. Slowly, it reached Selena’s feet, and the girl immediately pushed herself away from it.

“It’s hot, mommy.” The child cried. “Too hot.”

Anastasia did not move from where she stood. “Do not move.” She ordered the girl and Selena, fearing another slap, obeyed, biting her lower lip and releasing a few cries as the water reached her.

It burns… her mind screamed as the scalding water rose up to her feet, soaking her clothes, then her waist, then her shoulders, then her neck. Still, she was too scared to move, too scared to cry. Even when she had to tilt her head up a little because the water was so high.

Papa will be home soon… she thought desperately, even as she saw her mother turn the water off.

“Filthy…” Anastasia whispered. “How the hell could you be here…”

Selena had no idea what her mother meant. She was too distracted by the heat of the water hurting her skin and turning her eyes red. Her cheek still burned from the slap. All she could do was sit there amidst the water – hating how hot it was. She wanted cold water. Cold as ice and snow…

She barely got the thought out when she felt something slam down on top of her, immediately driving her under the water’s surface! Confused and instantly scared, her hands flew up towards the water… and met a wall of wood! She could feel the groves of the door and even the doorknob, which she pulled and pushed on, like she would to open any door! But it would not budge. She could hear some muffled screaming but the water muted most of it down to simply vague sounds.

She pushed!
She tried to scream but hot water rushed into her mouth!
She tried to kick but there wasn’t enough space!
She tried to find the plug and pull it out, but her hands met some kind of dirt…cement?

I can’t breathe… her mind screamed, terror gripping every part of her. She tried desperately to cry for help. To bring her father – ANYONE – to her and save her! Her chest ached, her lungs…

They burn… She cried, though she couldn’t let out any tears, or if she did, they just became part of the ‘bath’ that was drowning her.

The water burned.
Her face burned.
Her lungs burned.

She just wanted it to stop. She wanted to be cold. She wanted to be in the snow. She wanted to be…

Slowly, the darkness crept in fully, her mind letting go of everything and surrendering to the cold… of oblivion…

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I-90 East
Wall, South Dakota
September 29th, 2024
1:21am

Selena’s eyes shot open and she shot upright, letting out a small scream and immediately recoiling from the pain from her neck and shoulder! “Fuck!” she cried out, falling back down on the bed, emotionally spent.

That same damn dream again! She sighed at it. It was a memory… a deep-rooted memory of when her step-mother Anastasia had tried to drown her, hating the child for not being ‘biologically hers’. Had it not been for Alejandra, Selena knew she would have died that night.

With a sigh, the Snow Queen banished the memory, once more, to the recesses of her mind, as she pulled herself back up, slowly. She only had herself to blame for this pain. She had taken her last NX too early and, now, there was none left. Cursing her stupidity for not remembering to refill the container, the former world champion threw her door open, wincing at the pain from the lights for a second before marching over to the front of her limo-bus, where Ra was driving.

“You got any Advil or something?” she asked irritatingly. “My stupid neck is bothering me and the doctor didn’t give me enough for the trip home.”

The Egyptian didn’t move her gaze from the road but nodded her head. “In the cupboard by the fridge. Got it just before the pay-per-view.”

“Thanks.” Was all Selena said before marching back towards the back, stopping at the desired location. Opening the drawer, she spied the red-lidded bottle and pulled it out, gazing down at it with frustration as she read the label.

Regular strength.

Oh come on! Selena mentally screamed. This wouldn’t dull a damn headache, let alone a pinched nerve!

Still, she said nothing, merely taking the bottle and disappearing back into her room, turning on the room’s light as she did so. Standing there as the bus drove along, she reread the damned label half a dozen times. Compared to NX, this was a ‘Flintstones vitamin’! It would do nothing for her pain, given her tolerance. Still… she had to do something to stop the burning she felt in her neck and arm.

Carefully, she pried off the lid and picked out a small handful of pills, probably around 5 or 6, before closing the container again. Without thinking, she tossed the pills into her mouth, only tilting her head back a little to get them in – or at least try to. One managed to slip out of her hand and land on the floor. With a groan of frustration as she swallowed the pills she did have, the platinum-blonde slowly, and with some difficulty, pulled herself down onto her knees to search for the pill. It took a moment, but she spied it on the ground under the drawer bolted into the wall…

And right next to the yellow plastic container that had fallen and rolled under it too.

Eyes wide, Selena grabbed at the damn thing and pulled the container out, seeing the full supply of NX. She HAD refilled it and brought it with her! She must have just forgot because of the pain/Apocalypse!

Desperately, Selena pulled herself up and placed the other container on the counter before twisting open the NX one. But as she pulled out the familiar, clear pill, her mind froze.

She had just taken 5 Advil… if she took the NX…

The solution came to her faster than she was proud of and the Snow Queen was suddenly rushing to the bathroom, despite the pain she felt. Before she could give it a second thought, she had thrown herself down towards the toilet, jamming the fingers of her free hand deep into her mouth. She didn’t care. She was vicious with her self-assault and, within a few seconds, she was gagging and retching the contents of her stomach into the bowl.

It burned her throat… and she let it. She pushed it all out as hard as she could, letting herself embrace the pain as she heaved. She was NOT going to OD because of Blake Mason! Fuck that!

A few more convulsions and she felt her body still, though it still throbbed with the pain of her actions, especially where the nerve was pinched. Still satisfied, Selena grabbed a bit of toilet paper and wiped her mouth clean before slowly pulling herself up to the sink. Using the water there, she took the NX pill and swallowed it. With one last deep breath, she settled back down onto the floor, letting the cold tiles comfort her.

She wanted the cold. She needed it. And as the familiar, and potent, painkiller took over, she welcomed its cold whole-heartedly.

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The Royal Letter

Should I be yelling and griping about the loss of the Trios finals? Perhaps I should. Should I be asking you all if you ‘believe’ after such a thing happened? Perhaps I should.

But Instead, I’d like to ask a very simple question….

Is this what you wanted?

“Wild, Wild West”, huh? Mind explaining that to me, Josh Hudson? Mind explaining that to me, CHBK? I mean, considering the man that ‘wanted it’ just went through what would be considered a “Selena Frost style match” of integrity, I find it hard to believe that the supposed ‘world champion’ really wants it. Perhaps what he actually meant was ‘Selena-style’ matches for him but EVERYONE else has to get screwed out of what is rightfully theirs. See, now THAT sounds more like Josh Hudson. A man that promises you the world and yet it’s me that has to give it to you and endure it.

Because, let’s face it, people, you all saw it! Hell, even Sharper and Knots ADMITTED to it! The match could have – and WOULD have – gone the other way if not for Blake Mason getting involved! If MY rules had been employed, if this had been about integrity and skill and everything Xander and Amelia Blythe have been talking about, the Trios winners would be Raynes, Polly and me and every person in SCW knows it!

But what do we get? Our boss, CHBK, fumbling over his own two feet during Breakdown while chaos runs through the ring! No! Better! He REWARDS the cheaters further by naming Xander Valentine next in line for the world title!

Question for Xander… are you satisfied with this? Are you satisfied, knowing that you were BEATEN by one kick – one Glass Shard – from me and that you NEEDED not just Billy to save you but Blake Mason, of all people, to get past me? Are you satisfied with letting Amelia down like you did? You think she can look at that Trios contract and be proud? Because she knows in her heart who those contracts rightfully belong to! Who it was that DOMINATED that match and took YOU down, Xander! Just like you know…

I’ll let that sit in your head for awhile, Xander – the knowledge that I had you once again! That I was better than you once again and how you NEEDED help!

And instead, I’ll move my attention to more imminent matters. That being Breakdown… and speaking of people that can’t seem to stop talking about me…

Scott Reed. The man that has to cry about me every promo he films, every segment he’s part of. “Selena this! Selena that! Selena this! Selena that!”

Do you understand how utterly pathetic you sound, Reed? What? You started being a wrestler again because of me, is that it? You were “Oh so mad!” of my tactics that you just couldn’t stand it anymore! That it? That my decisions to make the world title mean something along the lines of integrity and skill upset you?

Tell me, Reed… if THAT was your breaking point, where the hell were you when Syren was running this place? When Katya was doing shit? When Christy Matthews had Chris Cannon be an official in a US title match against me, putting me at a handicap? When James Evans had to face ALL of the Beauty Network/whomever in a chamber on his own? When Infamous and Sienna’s group created bedlam during a world title match years ago? Where was your ‘bleeding heart’ for SCW then?

Because that? Not a peep. Not a word. Just you running around in a mask – the joke of SCW. But oh! I decide to hold people accountable for such acts and THAT’S going too far? That’s the line, is it?

Is this really about that, Reed? Or is the real reason because you’re still hurt that, after all these years, you’re still that same little piece of crap that I beat for the Television title?

Oh, come on, one of us was going to bring that up! It’s been the one thing you keep talking about. ‘Back in the day, Selena stole my singles title from me! BOO HOO!’. On and on like a damn record player.

Yes, Reed. I took the TV title from you. I wanted it, I was better than you, so I took it! That’s what happens in this sport! That’s what being a champion is about! The best holds the title until someone better comes along and beats them. And you got two choices from there: Get better or get out.

You? You got out. And the only reason you are here now is because it just pisses you off that I’m still here, at a level you could only dream of. That I am here, the greatest superstar in SCW today – hell, check the latest rankings! I’m not the world champion anymore and I’m STILL above 99% of this roster!

And then there’s you, not even on the list, whining and crying the same thing week after week.

“I should face Selena!”
“I should be in Trios Finals!”
“I should be the number one contender for the United States title!”
“I should be the United States Champion!”
“It should be me! It should be me! It should be me!”

The difference between your statements and mine, Reed? Nobody screwed you out of anything! You lost cleanly to my team in the semi-finals because we were better! You lost your match at Apocalypse because Luz was better! You’re not going to be United States Champion because Deanna is better! You’re not on the Elite 15 because so many others, including David frickin Striker, are better!

That’s the reality! And no matter how you spin it, how you point the finger of blame at me and say I am the ‘cause’ of all your unhappiness or whatever BS you spout off – maybe take a page from Hudson and Xander’s book about ‘saving SCW’, cause THAT hasn’t gotten old! – nothing you say or do is going to change that fact!

And let’s be honest here, Reed, you wouldn’t even KNOW what to do with a win over me even if you were given one! Where has your ‘wins’ with the likes of Kristen Scott, Rise to Greatness, etc. lead you? What have you done with them? What have you done to make the most of them?

Nothing. You’ve gone nowhere! Not won a title, a contender match, nothing! You’ve ended up exactly where you started months ago, singing the same song!

So now what, Reed? This the part where you realize the ‘maskless’ you was a failure and go back to ‘Beard’? You going to pull a Konrad Raab – ‘I’m the Rainbow Warrior! No, now I’m Burned in Blood!” – or maybe we go further back and you do a Jason Zero! Pull a different personality out of your ass as if that suddenly gives you superpowers like Superman’s cape! “Now I’m SuperBeard! Now I have the power to destroy the evil Selena Frost!”

Or… maybe you just pull a Jake Starr or a David Helms or a Regan Street and just say ‘fuck it! I’m bad now’. Where you just chuck the rules and all you used to stand for when you began this pitiful ‘crusade’ months ago and just be like all the others I mentioned and go heel – yeah, I’m using THAT term, deal with it.

The reason I’m bringing all this up, Reed, is because it just shows the truth: Scott Reed, the wrestler, has been an abject disappointment and a failure! To the point where, guess what? It doesn’t matter WHAT you do! Don a mask? Paint your face? Go evil? Go supergood? Whatever you need to to give you that false self-confidence to get yourself to the ring.

In the end, I could beat you into the ground – the most likely situation – or you could pull off the upset of the century, probably not alone given the differences in our skills, but even so… You could lose… you could win…

And nothing would change for you! NOTHING! You still wouldn’t be the number one contender for any title. You still wouldn’t be anything to me but an annoyance. A gnat that buzzes around, cursing me one minute but then needing me to hopefully be that ‘rocket’ that propels him to the next level, just like everyone else in SCW views me!

In the end, you are getting the match you have long craved for… and when it is over… you still will be the same loser you were when you first started using my name to get ahead. With or without a mask.

Me? I’ll walk past you. I’ll forget about you again and look for bigger fish to fry – with my rematch contract in my hand. And I’ll enjoy watching you, even if the gods help you steal a victory like Xander did from me, not know a damn thing about how to use it to get ahead.

I’ll watch you flounder in our match and after it.
I’ll watch you act like a deer in the headlights as opportunity after opportunity passes you by.

Because, in the end, Scott Reed – just like Beard – you just were never ready for the big leagues. And you never truly knew how to make the most of a match. Unlike me…

And I assure you, Reed, that when the time comes for ME to cash in – on the world title… on a victory over you… on ruling SCW once more… I won’t need to ‘go back’ to a mask or ‘a new identity’ to get by.

Because I, you poor fool, actually know how to win when it matters most. Whether you believe it… or not!