Selena Frost vs. Chris Lawler

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Scars of a Fascade

”A Little Night Music”

The Pulse Jazz Club
New York City, New York
September 5th, 2025
1:13am

“I am getting really sick of getting sucker-punched in the face…” Selena grumbled as she rubbed her jaw with her hand, feeling the soft cushion of the booth-sofa behind her.

“Never mind that!” came the bright, almost excited voice as a flash of white plopped down beside the platinum-blonde, the white being the dress the young woman wore. In her hand was a tall glass of what Selena assumed was alcohol, a black straw floating within it. “I want to hear about you and Deanna!” she added brightly.

“Come on, Tallis!” Selena sighed, using her free hand to push the hand holding the drink away. “You know I can’t drink!”

“This isn’t for you, baby.” The lithe-figured woman laughed, taking a sip of her sparkling drink before dumping something into Selena’s hand. “THIS is for you!”

Immediately, Selena felt the cold in her palm as she looked down at the rag-covered ice-pack.

“Straight from the kitchen.” Tallis laughed. “With the chef’s regards!”

Without another word, and somewhat grateful, the wrestler applied the pack to her jaw. Her ears were filled with the noise of the bar – a mixture of talking and of rather nice jazz music playing live on stage just across the room. She hadn’t wasted any time tonight. She had been on Breakdown, said her piece to Amelia – or tried to – and then given Lawler his receipt for that sucker-punch the previous week, planting him with the Glass Shard and getting a few shots in for good measure. Of course, she hadn’t expected that damn shot from Polly Pignotti, which had only pissed the former world champion off because what was this?! “Cheap-shot Selena for ten bucks?”.

Without another word, Selena had made her exit not just from the ring and the audience’s sight, but from Philadelphia! With Deanna in tow, she had packed and taken the limo-bus the short distance from Philadelphia to New York City, dropping Deanna off at the Eyrie Tower before making her way down the streets of New York City to here: The Pulse Jazz Club.

She hadn’t wanted to  just go home and sleep this all off like a bad hangover. She hadn’t wanted the night to end just yet. She just wanted more time to think – no kids, no wife or ex-wife or whatever was going on with her and Deanna now given recent events… and The Pulse had been where she had found herself – Asmodius’ Jazz Club – where her friend Tallis had greeted her.

Wincing a little as she pushed a little too hard on the pack, agitating the bruise she had gotten there from the punch, the platinum-blonde merely sighed as the younger blonde eyed her from where they sat in the booth. While the young singer wore a lovely, white cocktail-dress, Selena had just enough time during the bus-ride to shower and change into jeans and a green t-shirt.

“I’ve already told you everything weeks ago.” Selena sighed. “Not like I haven’t been here often in the last month or so.”

“Yeah, but I want updates, girl!” Tallis whined. “Have you talked about couples therapy again? Getting help?” she gasped. “Have you guys had sex again?!”

“Tallis!” Selena admonished.
“Oh come on!” Tallis playfully shoved. “Just between us girls. I’ll tell you my sex life if it helps.”
“I don’t need to hear about you and Oz.” Selena groaned and rolled her eyes. “Long as you’re happy.”
“Sure am!” Tallis smiled, though, after a second, that same smile wavered a little. “Although…”

That was enough to catch Selena’s attention, the wrestler turning her head to better regard her friend. “Although what?” she asked, watching the girl eyeing her bare hand for a rather long period of time.

“I wouldn’t mind… you know…” she slowly spoke before she held up said bare hand towards the Snow Queen, the meaning coming to Selena rather quickly as she saw the naked fingers.

“You want to marry him?!” She asked in disbelief.
“Why not?” Tallis asked. “We’ve been dating for as long as you and Deanna have known each other and you got married in less than a year.”
“That was…” Selena sighed. “That was lucky.” She admitted. “I was lucky to find her.”
“Well Ozzie hasn’t once broken my heart. Never asked me for more than I can handle… so what’s he waiting for?”

Selena shrugged. “Have you asked him about how he feels of marriage?”
“No…” Tallis sighed. “I’m too scared to. That he’ll say he ‘doesn’t believe in marriage’. Bad enough I can’t have kids.” She eyed her drink for a moment, as if some invisible weight she always carried was cracking through her armor for a split second… before shrugging her shoulders. “So, I live vicariously through you. Now talk.”

“I don’t want to talk.” Selena sighed, putting the subject away for now. “Jaw is too sore.”

And it was too annoying to think about for her. It was like she couldn’t get a damn segment out in SCW these days without someone interrupting her like Glory Braddock or Syren or sucker-punching her like Lawler or Polly twice over. “You know at some point.” She growled. “I’m going to start punching back when people interrupt me like that. Like not even give them a second to say anything. Soon as they get in the ring or in my space – WHAM!” she slammed her ice pack against the table bolted down in front of them before returning it to her jaw. “Just a Glass Shard to face!”

“The icepack stores would be thrilled.” Tallis teased. “Lots of new business!” she eyed her friend beside her carefully. “Come on, Sels.” She nudged gently, but lovingly, with her shoulder. “I’m worried okay? One day, I find out you were ready to commit suicide and would have if not for Deanna, now you’re telling me you’re doing this whole ‘one year left to live’ kick with her trying to help you. I’m scared, okay? I don’t want my friend to die. So please… can you… can you just tell me things are getting better?”

For a moment, Selena looked up at her friend before, slowly, giving a sigh. “I don’t know.” She answered honestly. “I truthfully spent the last mouth just looking after Elsianna. I’m worried about her leg and her being on painkillers… I don’t want her getting addicted to them, okay?”

“You worry about them being in the house?” Tallis asked. “For your sake, I mean.”
“No.” Selena laughed. “Not when I’m using NX.” She admitted, earning a gasp from the girl beside her. “Oh, sorry. You didn’t know that part.” The Snow Queen gave a shrug. “I’m back on it. Have been for just under a year. Trying to quit.” She admitted.
“I…okay…long as you’re trying.” Tallis shrugged her shoulders and shook her head. “Not the best explanation but at least there’s some good news attached to it. What about Deanna?”

“She’s trying.” Selena sighed. “She wants to have check-ins, pow-wows, talks about everything. And she’s constantly getting close. Wanting to hold my hand, sleep together again, take showers together, cuddle on the couch.” Slowly, Selena’s voice started to grow softer in her explanation. “Not going to lie… that’s been kind of nice…”
“I’ll bet.” Tallis smiled knowingly. “Least you’re on the same page on your feelings towards one another.”

Selena nodded. “Only thing we don’t talk about too much is work – per our deal.”
“The one where if she does, it better be to fight you and stop you?”
“That’s the one.” Selena nodded.
“Why did you make that part of your deal anyway?” Tallis asked, relaxing back in her chair. “Because you know her?”

“No…” Selena shook her head. “Because I know me.” She added darkly. “And I know that what I’m about to do… she’s not going to like. What I am ready to do… she’s going to want to stop me…”

“And…what is that?” Tallis asked nervously, causing Selena to turn her head, the World-Ruler smiling rather darkly.

“Nevada…” was all she would say, causing Tallis eyes to go wide in recognition.
“Oh shit…” the singer-model gasped before taking a big sip of her drink. “Your workplace is fucking screwed…”

Selena’s smile widened as she sat back in her booth as well, letting the ice sink further against her jawline. Oh, you have no fucking idea…

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The Royal Letter

Toronto, Canada…

Do you believe?

I mean you should, right? You all should be believing! You got what you wanted… again! Again, you got yourselves some ‘out of retirement’ jackass primping himself around as the world champion! You’ve got some sleezy conman selling you all on a Cinderella-story! “Oh… time is against me! Oh! I’m gonna give you all my best one more time! Oh! I care about you! I care about SCW!” and you guys just gobble it up like the old bastard sitting in the back trying to run things while telling the world this ISN’T some pathetic attempt to bring us back to the 2000s of SCW!

You all buy it… you all believe… and you’re fucking insane for it!

No, seriously! How many times do we have to go through this, SCW Universe?! How many times do we have to go through this same damn routine?! What is this now? The fourth time? The fourth time some nobody has come out of hiding, whether it’s in whatever hole they were in or retirement-home or from mid-card obscurity, given a shit when it’s most profitable for them to do so and rides the shortest path to the world title and fame and pulls off a miracle? How many times has that happened SCW? And then what happens, huh? We’re gonna have a few weeks, maybe a few months of empty promises like a ‘Wild, Wild West’ or a ‘I’m not leaving SCW!’ nonsense, and then what? They lose. The weight of SCW – of being world champion – catches up with them. The shine dulls and they can’t tow the line week after week, month after month – easy as hell for a few matches but months and months? Why you think Cid won’t come out and wrestle Breakdowns? Why you think he’s gotta be checked every time he enters an arena? Cause SCW management HAS learned from these years! They KNOW what’s going to happen! It’s inevitable! But you?! You idiots?! You keep buying into his BS!

And then what? After your ‘current favorite post-RTG hero’ loses? Packs up and leaves. Don’t believe me?

Alistaire Allocco – let you down and left.
Kandis – selfishly got herself suspended.
Hudson – Quit when he couldn’t hack it anymore.

Soon as that shine dulls, soon as it all starts catching up, where are your ‘heroes’? Where are your ‘chosen’? They’re gone! Quit! Off back to wherever they came from before the SCW season is even out! Meanwhile, who’s there at the next RTG main-event? Who’s dealing with ‘the next temporary hero’? ME!

And, after everything, you STILL don’t believe a word I am saying! You’re still believing that these short-cut-loving cowards will be there for you when not one of them has lasted through the season! That they’ll ‘save SCW’ or ‘change SCW’ or ‘bring honor back to the world title’ like I haven’t been doing that for half a decade!

Do you know what that is, SCW? Doing the same thing over and over again, believing the same thing over and over again, and expecting a different outcome? That’s the literal definition of FUCKING insanity!

And you want to call ME crazy? You want to say I’m crazy for demanding a stop to it? For demanding that this farce goes no further?! Like I’m supposed to do anything else? Do any of you even understand what the SCW world title is SUPPOSED to represent around here?! Chris Lawler sure as hell doesn’t! Like you, he seems to think it goes to whoever wins that championship match. You win a match, BOOM!, you’re ‘deserving’ and ‘worthy’ to be a champion.

Are you kidding me?! Any idiot can win one match. Any jackass can win two matches! And by the way, as of this promo, that’s how many matches your ‘deserving’ world champion has had since he slithered into the Flame and stole it from me. TWO! TWO FUCKING MATCHES SINCE JUNE! And you think THAT makes him ‘worthy’ or ‘deserving’ to be SCW World Champion?!

Do any of you know what a slap in the face that is to someone like me? Who held the world title longer than anyone else? Who waited four years for a chance? That defeated Perfection, Flawless, and countless more just to be CONSIDERED for an opportunity? Who won TWO tournaments just to be considered? Who beat the best just to get to the top of the mountain? Who fought like hell to get there and keep it? Not with one match, not with two matches, but years of work?! But oh! What the hell! Turns out I didn’t need to do any of that! I just needed to win one match! Win one match and I’m the greatest of all time! I’m the best in the world! I’m the ‘shining definition of world champion’!

Fuck that and fuck all of you, including you, Chris Lawler! I’ll let that mentality be the standard of SCW over my dead body!

What Cid did at Rise… it was impressive. I’ll give him that. It was impressive. That was a match that tore four people apart and he managed to do what he really does best – sneak in and steal. I’m not denying that he is the world champion. What I am denying is what you, Lawler, and what the SCW Universe have said. That Cid ‘defines’ what a champion is. I’m denying that because I will not let all I have done, all that the past people like Kelcey and Regan and, yes, even Xander F’N Valentine have done to become world champion and stay world champion be reduced to a single match, impressive or otherwise!

So let’s begin there, Lawler, because you’re talking and you’re talking in your little vids about how I made this personal. That I am responsible for making this match with you personal…

Heh…

I didn’t make this personal first, Lawler. You did! You MADE it personal when you came out during MY time – during MY segment – and instead of respecting me, instead of respecting someone that, by your own admission, has done so much more than you – BEEN so much more than you, what did you do? What did you do first, Lawler?! Did you talk? Did you respectfully disagree? No! You threw a suckerpunch! A haymaker right to my face! As if you were spitting in my face!

You want to talk about ‘respect’? Where was your damn respect then?! Huh? Where was your respect, Lawler? But you want to get mad that I retaliated? You want to get mad that I ran down and beat the hell out of you? You want to say you’re mad now because I interrupted your match and threw your plans out the window?

Well now you know what it feels like! Cause you’re right! I wasn’t thinking about you that first Breakdown after RTG. I wasn’t thinking about Chris Lawler, the guy that won some mid-card match via DQ at the damn RTG Preshow. I wasn’t thinking about the man that comes here week after week and whines about ‘being overlooked’ and ‘being passed over’ when he does NOTHING to change that. I was thinking about doing the right thing for SCW. I was thinking about things that mattered. I wasn’t walking around going “Lawler’s next! Lawler’s important!”. Why the hell would I think about some deluded guy I already beat back in – what was it? – March? You know? Breakdown? Where I beat you clean and pinned you for 1, 2, 3?

Oh, you forgot about that, did you? You’re too focused on one sentence I said. One line I said. “You should be nothing”.

Interesting…

See why I’m smiling now, Lawler? Cause you still don’t get it, which is funny. The supposed veteran is missing the signs. You think that I’m looking past you. You think that I’m not focused on you and that I’m really looking at Amelia and Cid while you sit and stew about one little sentence. “You should be nothing…”

One little sentence and I’m living rent-free in your head across TWO promos! Two promos and that’s all you managed to squeak out. Overthinking and fixating on one little sentence. What does it mean?! What does it mean?! Why did she say that?! I’ve got you running in circles, getting yourself worked up over it – thinking I’m not focused on you. That I’m underestimating you.

Chris, I underestimated you back in March – you gave me more than I bargained for and brought a fight that irritated me more than it should have – and I STILL won. Unlike you, however, I LEARN from my past. I LEARN from my matches and remember them. And after you disrespected me in the ring a few weeks ago, do you REALLY think I would underestimate you again? So you can suckerpunch me again? So you can steal from me like Cid did?

No, Chris, you wanted my attention. You wanted a match with me. You wanted to drag me from the top of the card – where I sat at RTG and several shows last season – down into the openers where you reside. You wanted to bring me down to YOUR level – a place where you play hot potato with the Television title because THAT is the zenith of your ability!

Well, here I am, Lawler! Here I am at your level… and I’ve got you scared out of your mind over a sentence! Because THIS! THIS is what it means to fight a REAL world champion. An SCW superstar that is TRULY worthy and deserving of being the world champion and leading this company! To have that doubt in your head every second! Every millisecond! To fixate on a sentence, a few words – because deep down, you know… that I’m telling the truth. That you are out of your depth! You got one lucky shot on me, Lawler, and now? You’re paying the price for it! You want to be worthy to fight me? You want my attention? This has been the outcome. And all you can do is sit in your hoodie, whining and crying and making the same promises you made back in March. “Don’t underestimate me! I’m bringing it!”

Lawler… I’m not afraid of you bringing – I’ve already beaten you when you ‘brought it’. But you? You’re scared shitless that I will be the one ‘bringing it’. Because last time I said I wanted to humiliate you? That was me not making this personal. That was me needing to in order to prove a point to another superstar – to prove a point to one person.

This time? This time, it IS personal. This time? I’ve got a point to prove to EVERY superstar and EVERY deluded and insane and entitled jackass in the SCW Universe! Because I am SICK of people waltzing down and suckerpunching me in the face just to get ahead! I am sick of people interrupting me just for a quick 15-seconds of fame! I am sick of people thinking they have a right to lecture me on what to believe and what is what around me!

I’m the one that stays and keeps fighting, Lawler! I’m the one that gets back up and keeps going despite losses! I’m the one that sticks around year after year rather than disappearing soon as it gets tough. I’m the one that KEEPS promises rather than muttering to a camera about getting back at Dante Slayton and doing NOTHING about it. I’m the one that IS worthy of being the SCW world champion – of being GREATNESS – the kind Amelia Nevado SHOULD be facing.

And I am the one that IS capable of humiliating and destroying my opponent. So what do you think I will do now, Lawler, now that my full attention is ENTIRELY on you? What do you think I will do to you, old man, when my words alone are enough to break you down?

You can’t possibly comprehend the nightmare you have invited onto yourself, Chris. But, I’ll tell you, it is something you DO deserve and something you ARE worthy of. Whether or not I let you survive it tonight – whether or not this is truly your Apocalypse?

Well, that is something I find a lot harder to believe in. I rather believe that, when this is over… it won’t be ‘you should be nothing’, Chris Lawler…

But rather, you WILL be nothing… whether you’re conscious enough to believe it… or not.

Sincerely,
Selena Michelle Frost
The World-Ruler