Hollywood vs. Deanna Frost & Selena Frost

[SnowQueenSCW]

Scars of a Fascade

”You’re Here. That’s Enough.”

PPG Paints Arena
Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania  
October 8th, 2026  
8:40 p.m.

Selena Frost had watched herself make the same mistake seven times. By the eighth, she was beginning to find it irritating.

Not the mistake itself. That had moved well beyond irritating years ago.

No, what bothered her was how obvious it looked now. The arena was mostly empty, illuminated by the lights and few tech hands still setting up for Breakdown tomorrow. Gazing up from where she sat in one of the empty seats, she saw Deanna standing in the ring, performing her promo. Selena’s focus, however, returned to her phone...

On the screen stood four people.

Chris Hollywood.
Ryan Hollywood.
Xander Valentine.
And Selena Frost.

A very different Selena Frost.

The YouTube video had been paused less than thirty seconds before the ending.

Selena sat alone, one ankle resting over the opposite knee, the World Tag Team Championship lying beside her.

She had watched the match from the beginning...

Then again.
Then pieces of it.
Then the ending.
Again. And again. And again.

The eighth attempt sat frozen before her. Xander had just moved across the ring, Chris was recovering, Ryan was waiting, and Selena...

The Snow Queen leaned forward, watching herself.

The expression her screen-self had. She knew it immediately. For all Hollywood had said since that night, Selena hadn't panicked because Chris and Ryan were about to become World Tag Team Champions.

Maybe they had been. Maybe they hadn't. If they did – she’d at least be free of Xander and the stupid obstacle course to get simple revenge on the Glimmers. If they couldn’t – then that would serve her purposes too.

No... The truth was almost more embarrassing.

Selena had been angry because Hollywood had been there at all.

Her fingers tapped lightly against the edge of the armrest until she, eventually, pressed play on her screen, showing the disqualification, the official calling for the bell...

Again, she hit pause.

“Idiot.” was the only whispered sound she made, staring at her own reflection on the phone-screen.

For months, she had remembered the match differently - not factually. She hadn't rewritten the actual events. She remembered exactly what she had done. Instead, she had rewritten the reasoning.

Hollywood had been handed an opportunity.
Hollywood had jumped the line.

Hollywood hadn't earned the right to challenge champions of Xander Valentine and Selena Frost's calibre after she had spent so long – won handicap matches, been undefeated, more than anyone else – just to get a chance at the Glimmers!

Management had created the situation.

All those reasons, she had used to be make herself feel justified in being furious. And because she had been justified in being furious... Somewhere along the way, her mind had quietly suggested that her actions had therefore been justified too and that – this rare time – it was okay to disqualify herself. To put integrity on pause this one time...

Selena exhaled. “Convenient.” she growled at herself.

It had been one of her greatest talents - turning control into principle and arrogance into responsibility and fear into protection. If she chose the proper language, almost anything could sound noble.

She had done it with championships...
With SCW...
With Deanna...

Using her finger, Selena rewound the footage several minutes and pressed play. This time, she barely watched Hollywood...

She watched Xander.

A remarkable wrestler. Easily her arch-nemesis for so many years. One of the few people Selena would acknowledge without qualification as belonging in the same conversations that had once included her name.

He was the Executioner. The most dominant wrestler in SCW history. And utterly wrong for her.

Not because Xander lacked talent, she scoffed at the idea. It was because talent had never been their problem - trust had. The footage made that brutally clear.

Xander moved one direction – constantly having to watch Selena and even step in sometimes to save her. And all the while, Selena still refused to work with him like she knew a tag-team partner should. A tag came because circumstances demanded one rather than because the two had created the opening together.

She acted, Xander reacted and she then reacted to his reaction. Every sequence looked just slightly harder than it needed to be.

She watched Ryan force an opening and how Chris followed.

“Two great wrestlers...” she whispered, not sure who she was talking about, a fact that made her pause the footage again.

That was the distinction Hollywood appeared determined not to make. Their argument was understandable. They had nearly beaten Selena Frost. And now they were facing Selena Frost again.

Simple.
Comforting.

“Wrong.” Selena looked toward the World Tag Team Championship as she said that word.

House of Frost....

Even they weren’t the same from the last time they had held tag-team gold years ago. Once, House of Frost had meant marriage and family. Two women bound together so tightly that the wrestling almost became an extension of everything outside of it. Then, it had become a reminder of everything they had lost.

Now?

Well, Selena wasn't entirely sure now. Perhaps that was healthier. Two months ago, uncertainty would have infuriated her. Now she could allow some things to exist without immediately naming them.

House of Frost didn't need to mean Deanna was her wife again. Not yet...

It didn't need to mean their family had magically repaired itself.
It didn't mean Selena had been forgiven enough to erase everything she had done.

Forgiveness wasn't erasure. Deanna had made that painfully clear, and Selena was grateful for it.

Strange... She could remember a time when hearing that Deanna still didn't fully trust her would have sent her spiralling toward one of two extremes: fix everything immediately or disappear so Deanna wouldn't have to deal with her. Control or absence... Selena had rarely understood the vast territory between the two.

Now she was learning to live there – albeit slowly.

She looked back toward the paused video. Maybe that was why this match bothered her less than it should have. Chris and Ryan Hollywood had received another World Tag Team Championship opportunity again.

And, again, Selena did not believe they had earned it. That had not changed. She had seen the standings. Seen other teams winning like The Vision and The Glimmers. Seen teams fighting for positioning. Knew the rematches in play - The Glimmers and Light in the Darkness. She knew of others scratching and clawing for relevance.

Then Hollywood appeared. Not even being there for RTG. Just shown up... Again.

It felt familiar. Suspicious, even. Given Frank Delatosso's fascination with keeping Deanna in motion, Selena could certainly imagine reasons why another championship defence had suddenly materialized in Deanna’s first SCW match back (as well as Selena’s) since RTG.

But imagination was not evidence. And more importantly... it changed nothing.

Hollywood were challengers - the match existed. That was the end of Selena's authority on the subject. Her opinion could remain exactly what it was without becoming law.

That realization should not have felt revolutionary... but it did.

Selena quietly restarted the footage after casting a glance at Deanna. The end came again, along with the bell, the confusion, the anger, Hollywood protesting, Xander furious...

Selena watched herself. “You took the answer away.” she whispered to her past-self. The room offered no response.

That’s what ate away at her. She had robbed them of certainty.
She had robbed Xander of the opportunity to finish what they had started.
She had robbed herself too. That was perhaps the strangest part.

Old Selena would have focused exclusively on what Hollywood claimed she had taken from them. Current Selena could see what she had taken from everyone... including herself.

She stopped the footage again. Then, after a moment, shut the phone-screen off completely, her reflection becoming clearer in the black: Platinum-blonde hair pulled back, sapphire eyes...

She looked older and more tired. There was no crown. No World Championship. No Blue-Eyed Devil staring back at her... Just her.

I love you.
I forgive you.
Not yet.

Selena looked toward the Tag Team Championship again. Deanna had asked for Tuesdays. For ordinary things. For grocery lists. For dinners. For arguments that didn't end with disappearance. It all had sounded almost insultingly small compared to the scale on which their lives had usually operated.

Selena had once wanted grand gestures. Impossible promises and proof – both provided by her and given to her. Now she understood the difficulty of something much simpler.

Staying
Listening
Asking
Accepting the answer.

Maybe tag-team wrestling wasn't terribly different from it. There had been a time when Selena hated tagging out - even when strategically sensible, even when exhausted. Part of her always felt the same ugly irritation about it, even when teaming with Deanna or Regan Street or Dawn Lohan or Xander (especially him!).

I should be able to finish this.

As if trusting a partner meant conceding weakness. As if leaving the ring for thirty seconds somehow diminished everything she'd done inside it.

It was so strange when she considered the redhead. Deanna had spent years learning how to stand outside Selena's shadow and Selena was now learning how to stand beside Deanna without casting one. Perhaps that was why this championship mattered more to the platinum-blonde now than she had originally expected.

Not because it was another trophy, but because it required exactly what Selena had been worst at... Vulnerability. Sharing. Trusting. Reaching. Waiting. Letting another person decide when they needed her instead of barging into the ring because Selena had decided they must.

Slowly, Selena picked up the championship and stared at it, thinking too much about everything she had just come to terms with. It was all embarrassingly sentimental...

She frowned. “Deanna is rubbing off on me.” she whispered in quiet admittance. Still... true was true.

Taking a deep breath, Selena stretched her back.

“Alright.” she whispered as she saw Deanna Frost gazing at her, her own tag-team title over her shoulder, the cameraman that had been standing in the ring with her slowly turning his camera towards Selena. “So be it.”

She said nothing else as she waited for the cameraman to fully focus on her – her next words coming out naturally...
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The Royal Letter

Coming over the shoulder of the world champion, the camera focuses on the sea of empty seats, then the one where someone is sitting alone. Focusing and zooming in, it catches the calm expression of Selena Frost, watching Deanna’s promo conclude. The SCW World Tag Team Championship rests over her shoulder.

With Deanna finished the attention on her, Selena stares directly at the camera. Her words clear in the empty arena. You were robbed.

She allows the words to hang for a second. There. I thought I would save both of you the trouble of repeating yourselves for the umpteenth time.

Pushing herself to her feet, the Snow Queen carries the tag-team title on her shoulder as she walks across and down the aisle of seats and steps. Because you've been saying it for a while now, Chris. Ryan.

The last time Hollywood challenged for the World Tag Team Championships, Selena Frost lost her temper, got herself and Xander Valentine disqualified and robbed Hollywood of becoming champions.

She nods. And like our esteemed World champion just said... most of that is true. She stops to glare at the camera. Most. Before she resumes marching.

I did lose my temper.
I did get my team disqualified.
And I did rob you.

Her eyes hardened. Just not of the thing you've convinced yourselves I did.

I robbed you of the chance to prove you could beat us.
I robbed Xander Valentine of the chance to finish the match.
And I robbed myself of the chance to prove that, despite everything happening in that ring, you still couldn't get the job done.

She continues her steady pace.

What I did not do was magically make Chris and Ryan Hollywood World Tag Team Champions. She gives a humourless smile. That's the clever part of an unfinished story, isn't it?

You can make the ending whatever you want, can’t you?

And apparently somewhere between that night and this one, “we almost won” became “we definitely would have won if Selena hadn't panicked.”

She tilts her head. Maybe. Maybe you would have. There. Another sentence the woman you faced back then probably would have choked on before saying aloud. Her expression remains steady. Maybe you would have beaten us. I don't know...

But neither do you.

A short laugh escapes her. You have no idea if you possessed the ability to do what so few others have done in pinning Xander F’N Valentine or if you had what it took to keep me down for 3 seconds! Or did you miss who has the best track record here in SCW year after year? But please – keep trying to make certainties out of unknowns.

Her laugh becomes a little bitter. I used to be very good at that. Her smile disappears.

At deciding who deserved opportunities.
Who deserved championships.
What SCW needed.
What my family needed.

Simply because I couldn’t stand the notion of not knowing. Of not being in control. Of drowning in uncertainties...

She gives a smaller pause. Turns out, even when believing you're right, doesn't make every choice you make because of it right too. She returns her gaze to the camera. So let's deal with something immediately...

Do I think Hollywood earned this championship match? She turns her head towards the camera. No. The answer was effortless. No, I don't.

I can look at the division. I can look at who has been winning. I can look at who has been fighting for position. And you two wouldn’t be there. If Selena Frost were personally responsible for choosing the next challengers, Chris and Ryan Hollywood probably wouldn't have been first on my list.

I admire your passion and desire to be legit and taken seriously and your talent, but lack of presence and wins beyond your ‘one DQ win against the tag-champs’ does little for you, and even you two know that.

She raises an eyebrow. Fortunately for everyone involved... I'm not responsible for choosing.

Selena eyes Deanna as she passes her, the Snow Queen making her way into the ring as Deanna stands patiently by the turnbuckle.

The match was made.
You accepted.
Deanna and I accepted.

She shrugs. These are facts. You're going to stand across the ring from us.

Standing in the centre of the ring, Selena gives a faint smile. And that's enough.

Silence followed for a moment.

Not enough to make you worthy.
Not enough to make you champions.
Enough for me to stop wasting everyone's time complaining about whether the match should exist.

Her expression sharpens. Because once the bell rings, my job isn't to determine whether Chris Hollywood and Ryan Hollywood belong in the championship match...

My job is to beat them.

She lets the words hang for a moment with a long breath. I should've understood that the first time. She lightly taps the title over her shoulder. I do now.

Which brings me to the part of your story I actually like. A little sarcasm slipped into the words. You finally want to try... Really try.

Not show up, make everyone laugh, collect the cheque and move along to whatever scandal puts your faces back in the tabloids....

You want people to look at Hollywood and see wrestlers... You want respect.

Selena nodded slowly. Good. I mean that. There are worse realizations a person can have than discovering they've wasted enough of their own potential. Her eyes narrow slightly. Trust me.

Still... she tilts her head. But I do have to admire your timing.

A cold smile, perhaps knowing, grows across her features. You finally decide you want to earn everything... immediately before somebody gives you another World Tag Team Championship match.

She gives a small shrug. Life has a sense of humour.

But perhaps that's useful. Because now you get exactly what you claim you've wanted. A chance to prove it. Selena moves toward the centre of the ring.

Because this time, boys, I'm not going to take that chance away from you. Her voice lowers. Because I won’t have to.

A colder smile formed. You want an answer? So do I. Then she raises one finger. So before you get too excited about history repeating itself, there's one rather important problem with your evidence.

The last time you challenged Selena Frost for these championships... you didn't face the House of Frost. Selena let the distinction breathe.

I know Deanna said all this but that’s not what I’m getting at. House of Frost vs. Selena/Xander – not the same, that’s true. But let me just remind you of something. While you both were fixated on me and gave Deanna a ‘sup girl’ as an afterthought...

Her gaze darkens. Which of you won the main-event of Rise to Greatness? Which of you headlined Rise to Greatness rather than sit at home? Which of you is the nemesis of Frank Delatosso rather than the convenient pieces on the board?

See... I can’t believe that about either of you. Supposedly ‘changed men’ and you’re doing the one rule you never do in tag-wrestling. “Underestimate one opponent over the other.” But please, focus on me so that Deanna can get a breather from touring the world title until she’s ready to blast one of your heads off with the Burnout! See if that strategy can work.

Rolling her eyes and calming herself with a breath, Selena slowly walks toward one corner, her fingers closing around the tag rope.

You know something else I didn't understand back then? She looks down at the rope, giving it a tug. This.

For most of my career, I hated needing it. I hated reaching for somebody else because some stupid part of me always thought it meant I hadn't been good enough to finish the job myself.

She pulls the rope again. And if you've ever wondered why putting me into partnerships occasionally became a spectacular disaster... there's your answer.

A trace of amusement crossed her face. I thought control was strength.
I thought if I could carry everything myself, nobody could disappoint me.
Nobody could hurt me.
Nobody could make a choice I didn't approve of.

She releases the rope. Turns out that's not partnership. It's just loneliness with better branding.

Selena walks back toward the middle. And a tag... it isn't a surrender. It's trust...

It's knowing the person outside the ropes isn't waiting for you to fail.
It's knowing you don't lose part of yourself because somebody else carries the fight for a few minutes.
It's knowing when your partner reaches out, you reach back.

Her expression softened almost imperceptibly as she turns her gaze – to Deanna waiting at the turnbuckle patiently.

Deanna and I know how to do that. Then the edge returned. And we're getting better at it every day: Inside the ring. Outside it. And that should worry you far more than whatever you think you learned from Selena Frost and Xander Valentine.

Selena moves closer to the camera. Because you're right about one thing. When Hollywood actually tries, you're dangerous.

I know - I was there.

And I was arrogant enough to care more about how you got there than what you were doing once you arrived.

She nods. I won't underestimate you like that again – The House of Frost won’t underestimate you.

A thin smile crosses her features. That's not the compliment you think it is.

Because the last time, you got the Selena Frost who was distracted by the insult of your opportunity...

This time... She taps the championship. You have my attention. All of it.

No crusade against management.
No argument about rankings.
No outrage about who deserves what.
Just Chris.
Ryan.
Deanna.
Her grin is full. Me.

And these. She lifts the World Tag Team Championship. These will give us the answer. Whether Hollywood are uncrowned champions... or just twisters of a narrative.

Lowering her title, Selena shrugs her shoulders. So give us that ‘best’ you’re promising, boys. Because when it's over, I don't want to hear that you weren't serious yet. I don't want to hear that you were still figuring yourselves out. I don't want to hear about what might have happened if somebody hadn't interfered with your great ‘Hollywood moment’.

The smile returns - colder now. I won’t want to hear what you ‘think’. I’ll want to hear what you know.

Last time, you walked away with an unfinished story... and I've had quite enough of those.

Her expression changed for the briefest moment. Something older... more personal. Then gone.

This time, you will both KNOW that Hollywood was not prepared to beat The House of Frost. That The House of Frost are the world tag-team champions for a reason! No ifs about it!

That is the only answer I... she eyes Deanna once more. WE... will decide. The redhead smiles at Selena, as she turns her gaze back to the camera, the world champion moving to stand beside her.

Welcome back, Hollywood. She gives a final pause. Tonight... you’ll leave with an answer... Whether you want to believe it or not... she shrugs knowingly. That will be up to you.

The camera focuses on the tag-team champions as they lift their titles up before fading to black.