The Glimmer Sisters vs. Xander Valentine & Selena Frost

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OOC: Takes place following Deanna's first roleplay for the PPV (so read that first).

Scars of a Fascade

”The Last Place to Look...”

Liam’s Bar and Grill
Nome, Alaska
March 15th, 2026
2:33am

The bell over the door hadn’t rung in over an hour, yet it still echoed in Selena’s brain - a phantom sound - like the rest of this place. Like the rest of this town. Like her lover’s voice, calling out her name...

Nome had always been like that to her, though. Long before SCW, long before Deanna, long before she was even the Snow Queen. And it would be long after her. Nome would be the same. A town frozen in time like it’s wintry season. Quiet in a way that wasn’t peaceful. Still in a way that wasn’t calm. The kind of quiet that carried memories whether you wanted it to or not.

The kind of quiet that never really let you forget who you used to be.

Selena sat at the far end of the bar inside Liam’s Bar and Grill, her elbows resting lightly against the worn wood, fingers loosely wrapped around a glass of water that had long since gone untouched. Condensation had stopped forming, the ice had melted - It was just water now.

Flat. Still. Lifeless. Appropriate... she thought to herself.

The overhead lights had been dimmed since last call, chairs were flipped upside down on tables across the room with the legs sticking up like broken limbs, and the faint smell of grease, old beer, and cleaning solution lingered in the air. Somewhere in the back, a refrigerator hummed - a low, constant sound that filled the space just enough to remind her she wasn’t completely alone, despite the last stragglers of customers having long stumbled their way out, probably ambling the few streets Nome had to get to their homes.

The Snow Queen, despite the few noises she heard and the knowledge of others in the pub... didn’t change anything about her feelings. Because alone was exactly what she felt – alone was exactly what she was.

And exactly what she had chosen.

Her jaw tightened slightly at that thought, her fingers tightening around the glass for just a moment before relaxing again. No. Not chosen. she tried to tell herself. Necessary.

That’s what this was. That’s what all of this was! Necessary.

Her eyes drifted toward the mirror behind the bar, catching her reflection in the dim light. The same icy blue eyes. The same controlled expression. The same face that had stared down champions, legends, entire locker rooms, monsters and Executioners without flinching.

‘The Snow Queen’, ‘The Face of SCW’, ‘The Defier of Worlds’... ‘The Blue-Eyed Devil’

She almost laughed at the last one, choosing instead, to exhale through her nose.

“Some devil.” she muttered under her breath. “If only CHBK could see me now. He’d laugh in my face.”
“Something funny about nursing water for three hours?”

The voice came from behind her - familiar, steady, worn with age. Selena didn’t turn right away.

“I’m not nursing it.” she replied quietly. “I’m ignoring it.”

There was the sound of a towel being set down in response. Then footsteps that drew closer to her. It wasn’t long before she spotted the large man. Her adoptive uncle, Liam, came into view beside her, leaning against the bar. His hair had gone more gray than black over the years, his face lined with time and hard-earned experience. But his eyes, Selena noted - those hadn’t changed. They were still sharp and observant. Still seeing more than most people wanted him to.

“You’ve been ignoring a lot more than that, kiddo.” Liam said.
Selena finally glanced at him, her expression neutral. “You close yet?”
“Closed an hour ago.”
“Then why are you still here?”

Liam gave a small, humorless smile. “Because my niece showed up unannounced, sat at my bar all night, didn’t order a damn thing except water, and looks like she’s about five seconds away from either breaking something… or breaking herself.”

Selena looked away again. “I’m fine.”

“Mmhmm. I’ve heard that before, with that same tone.” That sound alone said everything. Reaching over, Liam took the glass from her hand before she could react, dumping the contents into the sink behind the bar. The empty glass clinked softly as he set it upside down.

“You don’t come all the way back to Nome if you were ‘fine’.” he said simply. “Ya ain’t got enough love for this place to do that.”

Selena’s shoulders tensed slightly, but she didn’t respond right away. Her gaze drifted toward the far wall instead - the one with the old photos. Fishing crews. Snowstorms. Gold pans held up with hopeful smiles.

Her father wasn’t on that wall. He never had been.

“Didn’t feel like New York.” she finally said after a moment. “Too much noise for me right now.”

“Uh huh – Pretty sure there’s a bunch of closer, cheaper places to go for peace and quiet. Like a nice cottage or Air BnB. Ain’t you rich as hell? Kinda makes me want to ask – you’d feel like New York? Or didn’t feel like facing it?”

Selena’s eyes narrowed slightly at the balding man. “Careful.” she warned.
“Or what?” Liam shot back, not missing a beat as he dusted his hands off his dark-green apron. “You’ll storm out? Go hide somewhere quieter? Like your dad’s mine?”

Selena turned to him then, a flicker of something sharper behind her eyes. “I’m not hiding.”

Liam held her gaze, not did he flinch or back down.

“You came all the way back here.” he said evenly. “To a town that used to spit on your name. To a bar that’s just far enough off the map that nobody from your world’s gonna come looking.” He held your gaze. “You’re hiding.”

Selena’s jaw tightened again. For a moment, she thought about arguing back. Maybe even snap a little like she did on Breakdown. Or maybe shut him down the way she had shut down countless others.

Instead… she could only breathe a response. “I needed space.”

Liam nodded once, like he’d expected that answer. “Hell of distance. Question is: Space from who?”

Selena didn’t hesitate at that one. “Everyone.”
It was a lie and they both knew it. Liam tilted his head slightly. “Try again.”

The platinum-blonde exhaled sharply, running a hand through her hair before leaning back slightly against the bar.

“You already know.”
“I want to hear you say it.”

Silence stretched between them. How long it stayed there, Selena wasn’t sure, but the former world champion was the first to break it. “Deanna.”

It was the one thing she could get out: A name. The name of the person that Selena could see everywhere she looked, even in the glass of water that had, until a moment ago, been mostly full.

Liam studied her for a moment longer before nodding slowly. “Alright.” he said. “The Mrs. Now we’re getting somewhere.”
“She’s not the ‘mrs.’ anymore.” Selena sighed. “Thanks to me.”
“You love her?”
“Yes.” Selena answered without thinking.
“You want to be with her last I checked.”
“Yes.”
“And she wants to be with you?”
“Y-” Selena stopped herself. “I’m not sure if that is the case. Probably won’t be soon enough.”
“Till I see otherwise – she’s Mrs. Frost.” Liam shrugged. “Nice girl. Quite the looker. You got good tastes, kid. Even if I don’t get the whole girl-girl love thing still. To each their own though.”

Selena’s lips pressed into a thin line. “Don’t.”
“Don’t what?” Liam asked knowingly.
“Turn this into one of your talks.”

Liam snorted lightly. “You’ve been sitting in my bar for three hours. You walked into my place looking like the world’s about to come crashing down on you.” He leaned in slightly. “You don’t get to tell me not to talk. Especially to my niece.”

Selena didn’t respond. Because she didn’t have a response. And that, more than anything, was telling. Before her, Liam sighed, reaching for a clean glass, more out of habit than necessity.

“What happened?” he asked.

Selena’s expression hardened instantly at the question. “I can’t-”
“I didn’t ask for details.” Liam interjected. “I’m not asking what you did.” he clarified. “Or what you’re planning. That’s your business. I’m asking why you’re sitting here like you just burned your whole life down.”

The young woman looked away again, her reflection catching in the mirror. “Because I might have.” she whispered, not sure if her uncle had heard her or not.

To his credit, Liam didn’t react immediately nor did he rush to fill the silence. He just let it sit.

“Does she know?” he asked eventually.
“No.” Selena sighed. “But I suspect she’s going to figure it out.”
“Going to tell her?”
“I can’t.”
“Can’t… or won’t?”
Her eyes snapped back to his. “Can’t.” she emphasized.

There was something final in that. Something immovable. It made Liam study her for a long moment, then nodded slowly. “Alright.” he said. “Then I’m gonna say something you’re not gonna like.”

Selena let out a quiet, humourless breath. “Of course you are. Me liking it or not has never stopped you before.”

“You need to talk to her.”

The answer, absurd in its simplicity, caused a laugh from Selena - short, sharp, completely devoid of any humour.

“Yeah. That’s not happening.” she replied.
“Why not?”
“Because there’s nothing to talk about.”
“That’s a lie.”
“It’s not.”
“You’re sitting here hiding from her—”

“I’m not hiding!” The words came out louder than she intended, echoing slightly in the empty bar. Liam didn’t flinch – not the first time people in his pub had yelled at him after decades of business.

Hearing herself, Selena closed her eyes briefly, exhaling through her nose before lowering her voice again. “I’m not hiding from her.” she said, quieter now. “I’m… keeping her out of it.”

Liam raised an eyebrow. “That supposed to sound better?”

“It’s the truth.”
“Is it?” the pub-owner tilted his head. “Doesn’t sound like it.”

Selena didn’t answer – mostly because even she wasn’t entirely sure anymore.

Liam leaned back slightly, crossing his arms. “You think shutting her out’s gonna protect her?” he asked.

“Yes.” she stated. “Least then the blame is all on me and not her.” She lifted her head to see the unconvinced expression and burly, crossed arms of her uncle. “You don’t understand.” she shook her head.

“Then help me understand.”
“I can’t.”
“Because you won’t explain?”

“Because I CAN’T explain!” she snapped, frustration bleeding through now. “Not without making it worse. Not without dragging her into something she doesn’t need to be part of.”

Her breathing had picked up slightly now, the words coming faster. “She’s already dealing with enough. Polly, that title, everything going on over there - she doesn’t need this on top of it. She doesn’t need me.”

“Stop.” The single word cut through her like a knife. “You don’t get to decide what she needs,” he said firmly.

Selena’s eyes flickered. “I’m trying to protect her.”

“And I’m telling you, Selena.” Liam replied, stressing the name. “That shutting her out like this? That’s not protection. That’s you making a choice for her without giving her a say.”

Selena looked away again, her jaw clenched tight. “She wouldn’t understand.”
“You don’t know that.”
“I do.”
“You think you do.” Liam corrected. “And even if she doesn’t... Even if she hates it, even if she fights you on it - don’t you think she deserves the chance to?”

The question hit deeper than Selena thought it would, causing her pale, slender fingers to curk slightly against the bar.

“She’s going to lose me because of this.” she said quietly. “Or I’m going to lose her.”

There it was. The real fear. She could take on everything but not... not losing Deanna again – but she had no choice...


Liam’s expression softened, albeit just slightly. “Or...” he offered carefully, “She might not.”

Selena shook her head. “You don’t know what I’m dealing with. What I’ve done.”

“No.” Liam admitted. “I don’t.” He leaned forward again, resting his hands on the bar. “But I know you. I know how you think. I know how you fight. You’re like your dad, you know that? And I know that when you decide something has to be done… you don’t stop until it’s done.”

A faint, bitter smile touched Selena’s lips. “Yeah. That’s kind of the problem.”

It always had been. From her wars with countless stables like The Brand and Infamous to her current war with CHBK’s bias point-of-view and The Glimmers disrespecting her and wrestling left, right and centre, Selena had needed to keep fighting. It was the only way she knew how to solve a problem. Keep fighting. Keep getting back up.

“Maybe...” Liam tried, breaking her thoughts. “Maybe that’s why you’re still standing when a lot of other people would’ve folded.” He gestured around the bar. “You think this place survived thirty years because I played it safe?”

Selena glanced around briefly at the worn wood, the patched floors – basically history in every corner.

“No.” she admitted. “But not having much of a health inspector stop on by may have helped.”

“Cute.” Liam smirked half-amused. “It’s because I did things people didn’t agree with. Took risks. Made calls that could’ve cost me everything. Not even the Scythes could get me to play ball!”

“And they all worked out?”
“Nope. Some of them almost bankrupt me. And do you see a ‘Mrs’ of my own around here?”
“I always thought it was because you loved this pub.”

“Hard choices of life, kid. Sometimes you can’t get everything you want when it comes time for hard decisions.”
“But you made those decisions anyway.” she said. “Knowing what it could cost you.”
“Yeah.”
“Why?”

Liam shrugged slightly. “Because sometimes… you don’t get a clean option. Sometimes... it’s not about what’s right or wrong. It’s about what you can live with when it’s all said and done.”

Selena’s gaze dropped to the bar. “And if I can’t?”

She suddenly felt one of those big hands on her shoulder, patting it gently. “Then you deal with that when you get there.” Liam answered her quietly.

The answer caused her to let out a quiet breath. “That’s not exactly reassuring.”

“It’s not supposed to be.” Liam shrugged. “But I’ll tell you this. If you’re doing something that’s this important - this necessary, as you put it - then you better be damn sure it’s worth the cost.”

Selena’s fingers tightened again. She almost didn’t want to say what came out of her next. “It is.”

No hesitation.
No doubt.
Just conviction.

It was the only thing she was sure of. More than Xander’s fake crusade to ‘save her’. More than CHBK’s vendetta against her. More than the Glimmers being a pair of disrespectful, little brats. What she was doing – she hated with every part of her – but she had to do it. Had to make things right. I’m the only one who can...

Liam studied her for a long moment, then nodded slowly. “Alright.” he said. “Then I believe you.”

Selena blinked in surprise. “You… do?”
“I do.” he noddeed. “But that doesn’t change the rest of it.”
Selena’s expression hardened slightly again. “Which is?”
“That you still need to talk to her.”

The platinum-blonde shook her head immediately. “No.”
“Yes.”
“No.”
“Selena—”

“What part of ‘I can’t’ is too complex?!” she snapped again, more raw this time. “You think I don’t want to? You think I don’t-” She stopped herself, trying to control the rage that had threatened to take over her last Breakdown. “If I talk to her...” she tried, quieter now, “she’s going to try to stop me.”

“Maybe.” Liam shrugged.
“She will.”
“And?”

Selena looked at him like the answer should be obvious. “I can’t let that happen.”

“Why not?”
“Because I’m already out of time!” she said, the words slipping out before she could stop them.
“Out of time for what?”

She shook her head at him.“I said too much.”
“Selena-”
“I said too much.”

Liam exhaled slowly, rubbing a hand over his face before nodding, knowing he was not going to get anything out of his niece tonight.

“Alright...” he said. “I’ll drop that part. But I’ll just say this last thing... I’ve known you your whole life, kiddo.” He eyed her carefully. “You’re scared.”

Selena’s eyed widened. “I’m not scared.”
“Yeah.” Liam replied knowingly. “You are.”

She let out a short, incredulous laugh. “Of what? I’ve stood across from people like Xander Valentine, I’ve gone through everything CHBK’s thrown at me. I’ve taken hits from the Glimmer Sisters and kept going – and that’s just recently! What exactly do you think I’m scared of?”

Liam didn’t hesitate. “Like you said... Losing her.”

There was a moment where Selena had to breathe slowly to calm herself, not appreciating her words being used against her. “I think...” she replied carefully. “That if I do this right… I won’t have to.”

Liam frowned slightly. “And if you’re wrong?”

Selena closed her eyes to breathe slowly again. When she opened them, there was something colder there now. “Then I deal with that.” she answered. “Alone.”

Liam studied her for a long moment... then sighed. “Stubborn as your old man.” he muttered. “But give your girl a little credit, okay? I know she stuck with you through everything. Through the crazy plans, the fights, the obsession, the whole damn ‘prove everyone wrong’ tour you’ve been on since day one.”

Selena didn’t deny that – couldn’t deny it.

“I know she’s still there.” he continued. “Even now. And I know that if there’s anyone who might actually understand why you’re doing something like whatever you’re doing… it’s probably her.”

Selena swallowed slightly. “That’s why I can’t tell her.” she said.
Liam frowned. “That doesn’t make sense.”
“It does to me.”
“Then explain it.”

Selena simply shook her head again.
“Alright.” he said finally. “Then I’ll leave you with this. If this thing you’re doing?” he gestured. “If it really has to be done… then you’re smart enough to see it through. But whatever happens after? You don’t get to control how she reacts.”

Selena’s expression tightened slightly. “That’s not-”

“That’s reality.” he cut in. “You make your move. You live with the consequences.”

Selena looked away, her reflection staring back at her once more. “I know.” was all she could say.

Liam nodded before pushing himself off the bar, grabbing his towel again. “I’m heading to bed.” he said. “You can crash in the back if you want. Same room as always.”

Selena didn’t respond right away. “Thanks.” she did say eventually.

Liam paused, glancing back at her. “For what?”
“For not asking the one question you actually want the answer to.”

A small, knowing smile crossed his face. “Kid...” he said, “If you wanted me to know… you’d have told me.” he paused. “And if you didn’t? Then there’s a reason.”

The wrestler could only give him a nod.

“Don’t stay gone too long.” he added quietly. “Running’s easy. Coming back’s the hard part.”

“Night, Liam.” Selena called out, too tired to argue with him anymore.
“Night.” He disappeared into the back, the door swinging shut behind him with a soft click.

And just like that... She was alone again. The silence returned almost immediately. She sat there for a long time, staring at nothing, her thoughts a storm she refused to fully acknowledge.

Deanna.
CHBK.
Everything that had led to this.

Her jaw clenched. “Wouldn’t have happened if it was Syren...or the Glimmers... Or Xander.” she muttered bitterly.

No witch-hunt. No interrogation. No doubt. But her?

Everything had to be proven.
Everything had to be questioned.
Everything had to be ‘earned’.

Her fingers curled slowly against the bar. “Not this time.”

The words were quiet but absolute.

She pushed herself up from the stool, grabbing her coat as she did. The bar creaked slightly beneath the shift in weight - a familiar sound in an unfamiliar moment. Her gaze drifted one last time around the room.

Nome. “Gods, I hate it here.” she whispered to herself before marching out the side exit (which locked behind her) and into the cold, familiar, chilling air.

Liam was wrong about one thing. She wasn’t running... She was preparing. There was a difference.

Even if nobody else could see it.
Even if Deanna wouldn’t understand it.
Even if it cost her everything.