Selena Frost Fatal Fortunes roleplays

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OOC: Takes place following Deanna’s second, but can be read before without any issue.

Scars of a Fascade

”What is Enough?”

Streets of NYC
New York City, New York
December 23rd, 2025
2:41am

The city never slept. Selena had learned that long ago. Learned it in the way only someone who lived many years in NYC could. Even at two in the morning, New York hummed beneath the stones and concrete and metal of the Eyrie Tower, the distant noises making the idea of any pure ‘quiet’ mockingly impossible. You either had to treat it as white-noise and get used to it... or leave. The city wouldn’t stop just because you were inconvenienced. Just like SCW...

Sleep refused her. Big surprise.

The platinum-blonde lay flat on her back, staring at the dark ceiling, arms folded loosely across her chest, counting her breaths instead of seconds or sheep.

In.
Out.
In.
Out.

The way she had trained herself to breathe before matches, before confrontations, before violence. Old habits died hard. The only thing she was missing was her ‘last resort’ mantra, but there was no danger in her present state. She, at least, knew that much.

Beside her, Deanna shifted again, the sheets moving beneath the redhead’s movements – Third time in three minutes. Selena had been counting. She didn’t turn her head towards her lover — she didn’t need to. She knew her Deanna. Knew how the woman moved, thought, what each expression meant. And she knew when the younger woman was asleep – REALLY asleep.

And neither of them were.

Not that she could blame the redhead. How could she? Deanna had been the glue that had held the pieces together tonight, after Selena and Elsianna had shattered things for the umpteenth time. For a moment, Selena wondered what their ‘relationship’ would be like if it were something physical like a vase or plate – after every time this happened...

Would it even be what it was meant to be? she wondered. Or would it just be some distorted version held together by glue?

The image repeated itself like a battering ram in her mind, only beaten out by the current reality...

That Elsianna was back with her and Deanna. She was asleep down the hall, behind a door Selena had checked twice before finally forcing herself back to bed. The image, as strong as the others currently fighting in her mind, came back easily.

Her daughter: hair damp from the snow, wrapped in a blanket, but rather dealing with all of that than dealing another minute with her.

Selena swallowed hard, jaw tightening as memories pressed in uninvited.

The Forever Home. She could still smell it. Unfinished wood, cold air trapped in empty rooms. She’d spent so long trying not to think about that place, convincing herself it was just a building, something that Deanna needed far more than she did.

Tonight had proven her wrong. It had never stopped being home to either her or Elsianna.

Selena squeezed her eyes shut, breath hitching just slightly. She hated that! Hated the loss of control, the way emotion crept up and threatened to her focus – make her overthink her actions. She had survived worse than this. Wars. Betrayals. People who wanted her destroyed, humiliated, erased.

If being right costs me you…

The words echoed in her head, still raw, still terrifying. She’d meant them. Gods help her, she’d meant them. And that’s what was so unnerving... Because it’s not worth it... Just like with-

She felt movement beside her—subtle, cautious—then a small warmth brushing her forearm. Deanna’s fingers. Selena’s breath stalled for half a second before she forced it to steady again. She didn’t pull away, but she didn’t lean into it either. She just let it happen.

“You awake?” She heard Deanna whisper.
She only hesitated for a moment before she answered honestly.
“Me too,” Deanna murmured. “Shocking, I know.”

A soft huff escaped Selena—half a laugh, half a breath she hadn’t realized she’d been holding. She turned her head slightly, blue eyes catching the dim moonlight filtering through the curtains.

“She sleeping?” Selena asked.
“Yes. All of them are.”
Relief surprisingly came, loosening something in her chest. “Good.”

Silence settled again but better than before. It felt… Shared. Was that the right word? It allowed Selena to become acutely aware of Deanna’s hand still resting against her arm.

“I keep replaying it.” she admitted quietly. “The look on her face.”
Deanna shifted slightly beside her. “She’s dealt with so much.”
“That shouldn’t be her burden,” Selena said, voice rougher now.
“No,” Deanna agreed. “It shouldn’t.”

Selena’s fingers twitched, then reached up and curled around Deanna’s hand almost without conscious thought. She held on — not tightly or desperately — but with intent.

“I…” The word lingered, uncertain. She didn’t want to surrender any more control or power tonight. She had already exposed herself enough, but... neither did she wait this to go unsaid...

“I don’t know how to fix this.”

Saying it felt like tearing down a wall she’d spent years reinforcing. Selena Frost was not supposed to ‘not know’. She was supposed to plan. To control. To dominate the outcome before it could spiral beyond her reach. Even when all her plans kept crashing down around in SCW, from her streak of controversial victories (none of which was her own doing or planning) to Shattered Reality literally being the name of her plan’s outcome against Xander Valentine, she had always manage to adapt with a series of contingencies that coudl vet her back to where she needed to be. This wasn’t any of that. This was an admittance of failure. One she couldn’t just twist with her words.

Deanna didn’t pretend otherwise. “Neither do I.” she admitted.

The honesty didn’t frighten Selena the way she thought it would. Instead, it eased the pressure, if only by a fraction.

“We’ll figure it out.” she heard the redhead add. “We always do. Even when we break things first.”

Selena exhaled slowly, the breath leaving her chest in a long, controlled release. She turned onto her side, facing Deanna now. Their foreheads nearly touched.

“You were incredible tonight,” Selena said after a moment. “With her. With all of them.”
Deanna shook her head faintly. “I yelled.”
“You listened,” Selena corrected. “There’s a difference.”

She meant it. Listening had never been Selena’s strength. Acting was. Deciding was. But Deanna listened—absorbed, understood, responded without trying to win.

“You did too,” Deanna said.
Selena snorted softly. “Don’t get used to it.”
“Never,” Deanna replied.
“I am still the villain, after all,” Selena whispered into the dark.

Despite that truth, she stared at Deanna for a long moment, letting any thoughts in her head come and go without much focus. Eventually, Deanna shifted closer, resting her head against Selena’s shoulder. For a split second, Selena considered retreating. Old instincts flared again — distance as defense, solitude as control...

Then she let them go.

Her arm came around Deanna naturally. Sleep still didn’t come immediately. Her mind was too full...

Elsianna’s voice
Unanswered questions
The fragile hope she was afraid to examine too closely.

But the restlessness eased a little. The tension in her shoulders finally loosened a bit. For the first time that night, Selena allowed herself to simply exist without planning the next move.

Tomorrow would demand answers. Conversations. Consequences. Choices.

But tonight—
Tonight, her family was under one roof.
Her daughter was safe.
And the woman she loved was here, breathing beside her.

For now, that’s enough.

Slowly, with that certainty, Selena closed her eyes and let the quiet take her... Back to the snowy nightmares she knew and feared so well...

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The Royal Letter

Dear SCW Universe,

Well, it looks like everyone got one over on me! ‘Oh look! Another show where Selena is knocked down! Another show where Selena is beaten down and left lying in the ring, a victim of a beat down! The best laid plans...’ Blah! Blah! Blah! Blah! Blah!

I’m going put that on pause and show you were my head is at... Saitama, Japan! London, Ontario! SCW Universe!!

...

Do you believe?

So... what were talking about? Oh right! The ending of Shattered Reality! That’s right! Me being on the mat, taken down by Xander Valentine, Valhalla has Fallen, etcetera etcetera. He’s probably getting his tripod set up or a VHS recording to brag about that until his throat is sore. Bragging about how he ‘survived’ what I did to him at Night One and then ‘got me back’ by laying me flat in Montreal the next night, right?

Yeah, that just shows the mental differences between you all, Xander and me. Because let me play that back for you, okay?

What you saw in Montreal? What you’ll probably hear from him at some point? That wasn’t revenge. That wasn’t an ‘Aha!’ moment. That wasn’t redemption, people. Yeah, you buy it like that cause that’s how easy it is to fool you. When you’re standing behind a world champion like ‘Part-time Cid’? It’s not hard to trick you, trust me. But that’s not what was happening.

What was happening in Montreal was ‘Damage Control’!

Let me set the record straight for you. We saw ‘The Great Executioner’ Xander Valentine... get BEATEN CLEAN by Enigma! Not just beaten, oh no! He was manhandled, he was smeared with blood and ash! He was taken to trial and left lying in the ring.

Bruised.
Broken.
Beaten!!

And in that moment, oh! I watched the whole thing from backstage and in that moment, I had a memory. One I’m sure Xander did as he slowly regained some semblance of consciousness!

He remembered another time he was so humiliated. Give him credit, it hasn’t happened very often in his career. Only one time comes to mind. One he can’t seem to let go. The one match, on the grandest stage of SCW, where he was beaten in a matter of minutes. Knocked out by a Snow Queen! One of the shortest main-event matches in SCW history!

Deja vu, right, Xander?

And just like then, in comes a man that is stronger, hungrier and, dare I say, scarier than the ‘rusted, blood-soaked blade’ that is Xander Valentine! Suddenly, “The Executioner” is being executed like never before! Unless I’m the one doing it, of course!

You all felt it! That shock! Colleen saw it! It was all over her face! Never did anyone imagine that Xander would be so beaten down! So humbled! By a rookie! Only happened once before, remember! Hell, I was shocked! I thought for sure we had a new Underground Champion! I thought this was easy on paper!

But David slew Goliath!
Selena knocked out Xander!
And Enigma DESTROYED Xander!

And good ol’ Xander, just like with me years ago, needed something to do damage control. Something to fool you all – “NO! NO! NO! I’m still the baddest! I’m still the most dominant! Honest! Please believe me!”

I gotta be honest, I could see it all, cause I lived it years ago when he attacked fans and stalked me just to try and get something of his ego back. And the rest of the night happened as it did... but HERE’S what I am getting it! Something to throw around in the those thick skulls of yours.

Did I really fail at Shattered Reality? Or did I succeed and you just don’t know it? Cause we’ve got a couple of ideas to work with here.

On one hand, maybe – MAYBE – I was trying to preserve what little integrity Xander Valentine still has in SCW. Maybe, because I’ve seen what this kind of loss does to him, MAYBE me coming out and taking him down was me giving him an out! A way to save face for all of you!

Not saying I did, but wouldn’t that just be like the Selena Frost you think you know? Working the strings? Keeping people a certain way? That’s how you see me right? The girl with the big picture in mind! I was seconds away from being world champion at Rise to Greatness with the year-long plan in play. And the only thing that ruined that was a variable I couldn’t factor in! And you know that because all management does now is keep me held back from Cid! All management does is keep making excuses why I can’t face him for the world title! But oh! Let’s give Kimberly Williams a number-one contender spot while she’s choking in the Shot of Adrenaline tournament! Let’s give Syren a shot while she’s been leaning on tag wins with Chris Cannon and beating mid-card and barely holding her own against Amelia Nevado! Ignoring the woman that’s been UNDEFEATED since RTG! Ignoring the person that BEAT Syren last time we faced!

So maybe I just did what I did to keep Xander from imploding while simultaneously reminding management that my patience is wearing thin. That’s one theory.

Or! And this is the one that is interesting. Maybe I did exactly what I did so that Xander would do exactly what I wanted him to do. Bit of a stretch, but if you think about it... if I really wanted to end Xander’s career, I wouldn’t have trusted a concussion. I already know how thick his skull is! I’ve kicked it off more time than he’s even HAD concussions! No! I would have taken that chair, wrapped it around his scrawny little neck... and slammed the metal through it!

If I wanted to force the hands of management beyond question, I would have broken the bastard’s neck!

Oh! You’re going to boo that?! Why? The man stalked my family for years out of jealousy! The man attacked my bus with a sledgehammer, wanting to go after my wife and children! The man invaded my HOUSE! He put my sister-in-arms Regan Street on the shelf! He has taken so much from me for YEARS and what? Now that I’m playing by his rules and paying him back, you’re all going to boo me? Xander’s going to wave his finger at me? That what this is?

Hypocrites. All of you. It’s pathetic. You know it and I know it. You just don’t want to hear the truth and think you can drown it with your boos. Just like Xander thinks he can cover it up with attacking me.

But... I didn’t break Xander’s neck. I gave him a beating and what did he do? He came out at the tail-end of the match, while I did all the work. While I took all the damage – he stayed out of the way for the majority of the match, thus proving that I don’t need him. And then what? Oh yeah... he actually did what he was supposed to do and get his tag-team to victory. Oh did you miss that? He came out, made sure everyone was laid out and then left. Could have knocked me out and thrown either EFN member over me, like he did when I faced Asher Hayes. Could have ended by undefeated streak just like his ended. But he didn’t. He left without doing any of that on purpose! All I had to was make the pin!

How’s that for a theory? Maybe I did what I did cause it was the only way to turn the dumbass Executioner into a good, little tag-team partner and do what he’s supposed to do.

Cause in the end, what you all aren’t seeing or getting... is that yeah, I took a finisher. But what did I get out of it?!

I GOT WHAT I WANTED!

I got my victory! I got my match with the Glimmer Sisters! It’s a done deal! It’s etched in stone! Because whether they survive this coming two-night deal or not, I am going to get the tag-titles! And if that’s not through them, then I’m going to just wait until they are coming after them! Coming after me! I’m going to make them dance to my tune! It’ll be THEM demanding matches! THEM needing to jump through hoops while I embarrass them by being a tag-team champion they could only dream of!

That’s the real ‘Shattered Reality’, SCW! In the end... I win. Each and every time! I may take a beating or even a loss, but in the end... I get what I want! I get what I earn! I go where I want to go and stay where I am meant to stay...

As the Face of this company! As the most dominant superstar in SCW!

Which brings me to Fatal Fortunes... Don’t worry, I’m not going to waste too much time on this. I’ve been doing this for over a decade and not once has this event favoured me. Hell, SCW used it a few years ago to try and goad me back, showing their desperation. When THAT is the biggest ‘thing’ to happen to me at Fatal Fortunes, I don’t get worked up about ‘what-ifs’ like all of you.

I don’t care what rookies want me to make a name for themselves. I don’t care what champions are using my name to make their promos have substance. I don’t care what management is promising. Zero care. I’ll be in Saitama and London, I promise you all that. But what happens with me? The who? It doesn’t matter to me. The result is going to be the same regardless of the opponent.

And that’s me being dominant. That’s me being unstoppable. That’s me walking away still holding all the cards and the clock ticking away on The Glimmer Sisters until I rack them over the coals!

But... since we’re throwing out theories here... let me leave one in your brain, especially for the management and good ol’ CHBK...

Alex... Maybe nothing happens these two nights. Maybe these two nights go without a hitch. Maybe you get it easy and things go smoothly without incident. Doubtful, but I can imagine your old-pickled-brain is trying to believe it.

But let’s look at this: you’ve made it your mission to hold me back. Your blatant favouritism to your old Infamous buddies like Syren and Autumn, well that’s just pathetic. You’ve used phrases that mean NOTHING here like “earn it” when... oh yeah... Not even your golden-boy Xander is undefeated, is he? I got no more hoops to jump through to prove myself in ANY division, ANY title I want... you’re just holding me back from what is rightfully mine because of your personal vendetta against me.

I know it.
You know it.
Even the SCW Universe knows it.

But... what if... on a night you have NO control over who is held back. What if, just this once, just this one night... Luck DOES favour Selena Frost? What if... maybe – JUST MAYBE – the match with Selena ends up with more on the line than you want.

A title.
A number one contender spot.
A match with no rules against someone you don’t want to see me dismantle? Like a friend? Or one of the Glimmer Sisters? Or one of your prospects? Or... someone you care about very much...

Almost unlimited possibilities at how I can take whatever match I have and use it against you! I can hurt someone like I did Xander. I can force you to give me a title shot by ‘earning it’. Or... I could WIN a title!

And you... you can’t do a damn thing about it, can you?

Cause it’s all random, right? It’s all up in the air, right? And you and Dean and Knight... have to abide by the outcome...

Well... what do you know... Suddenly Fatal Fortunes sounds interesting to me again... Maybe I’ll come to Japan and Ontario with a patient smile on my face afterall.

Cause maybe, just maybe, it’ll be your turn to be held back. Unable to stop me as I make my ‘match’ another way to stick it to you and make you regret messing with your better, your money-maker, and your ‘Face of SCW’!

Scared yet, old man? Don’t answer.

I wouldn’t believe you one way or the other.

Sincerely,
Selena Michelle Frost
The Snow Queen