Dark Fantasy vs. Frozen Hell

[SnowQueenSCW]

Breakdown
Little Caesars Arena
Detroit, Michigan
9:51pm

Selena took a deep breath of relief again as she held the folded piece of paper in her hands. In the last few minutes, she had checked and rechecked everything about it, ensuring that it had not suffered any extreme damage. Yes, there was dry nail polish now on one of the folded sides, a little splotch of beige , but it was on the other side that had needed protecting, allowing Selena to breath a little easier. 

Gods, I wish I could… her jaw clenched a little, the familiar disdain for the one responsible building up within her. She wanted to find Xander. Wanted to reintroduce him to her wrestling boot ala a good, strong knockout kick.

Conceal! Don’t feel!

She was stunned by the sudden, and rather strong insistence of her old mantra, and yet, there was something demandingly calm that it brought out. Selena was done with Xander Valentine. She had knocked him out in record time, driven him to unconscious for a ten count and now, along with her sister, had shattered his ‘dominance’ crap on the final show of 2020. There was nothing left for her to prove or show that egotistical jackass. But Regan? Regan still had much she needed to prove to herself – her war with Xander wasn’t over. And while Selena had been a victim of this vicious invasion of private property, she had merely been a casualty. Regan had been the true target for the Executioner.

She needs you now! Implored her mind. Now that you know the paper is safe, go be a sister!

Quickly, Selena pushed herself up and moved back into the main room of the changeroom for Frozen Hell. The place looked a little bit cleaner – the members of Frozen Hell and David Helms doing what they could to clean up, but there were still clear signs of the damage that Xander had strewn throughout the small quarters. Her eyes caught sight of Mikaela at the door, just as the young manager (poor thing still a bit shaken by Infamous’ attack) disappeared out into the hallway. Regan, meanwhile, still in her wrestling gear, as Selena was, had taken it upon herself to begin gathering her own regular clothes, which, like Selena’s, had been scattered throughout the room. 

However, as the Snow Queen spied her sister fetch some of her electronics, she could see the tension in Regan’s shoulders, which seemed to have been growing by the second. She knew Regan, and she was almost certain where this was leading to and, sure, enough, as Regan threw her bag down and stormed towards the door, Selena was across the room in the blink of an eye, her free hand reaching to grasp Regan’s outstretched arm (the one that was reaching for the door handle).
 
 
“Let go of me.” The Hellcat growled, not shockingly, pissed off.
“Where are you going, huh?” Selena pressed, glaring directly into Regan’s green eyes. “Walk out the door to get Xander after what he did to us?”
 
“Basically.” Came the huffed reply, Regan using her free hand to gesture towards the, still, messy room (though slightly less messy now). “These were my private possessions; my underwear is hanging on the door seal for Christ’s sakes. If he is some sort of perverted sick fuck, I swear to God…”
 
Little bit of a stretch there… Selena had to stop herself from chuckling a little, the idea of Xander Valentine being a sexual deviant like Ace Marshall rather than the physical beast the Executioner was, for some reason, oddly amusing. “He isn’t…” she settled on calmly saying, squeezing Regan’s arm assuredly. “This is all the work of a man who was defeated by us and he seems to be desperate.” 

She had said it before to Regan. Xander’s ego had been wounded – Selena had witnessed this first the show after her Rise to Greatness match with him. Xander had been humiliated, this time by both of them, and had lashed out. “Look, I don’t want to assume anything but what he did here? This isn’t him; he doesn’t go around destroying other people’s property. He rather hurt someone. He can’t so this is the result.” She tried to remind her sister. It was way it was almost a relief – Sasha laying in the groundwork to keep the audience and crew protected against Xander, along with any superstar who didn’t provoke him, so that this was all he could do.
 
She heard her sister groan in frustration. “I know that but at what point is this going to stop?”

Hopefully, when you beat him and take the United States title from him. Selena quietly hoped. It was really all that was left for them to do. She had failed to keep Xander from the title, but had regained her honour and pride through EoTY. But Regan? Regan was the nail in the coffin to this war. The final strike that could end all of this and dismantle what little fascade of an image Xander had left. Then? No temper tantrum or broken stuff would be able to erase the reality – the true dominant force within SCW being her and Regan. 

“Then we have Infamous running in here and attacking us-“ Regan’s continued rant broke through Selena’s thoughts, the platinum-blonde tentatively shifting her hand from Regan’s arm to wrap her back gently. “My little sister of all people, Selena.” The Hellcat sighed. “You know how the hell I am about my family and if there is one thing I will not tolerate is anyone attacking her.” Strong eyes glared back into sapphire ones. “Now, please let me go.” Regan asked, but it sounded more like a quiet demand, indicating the seething rage still within her.
 
Selena could only, initially, sigh in reply. “I can’t.” she shook her head. “Not yet. Let’s just pick up our things and get out of here.” Her head turned to observe the bathroom she had come from. “Looks like I am going to need some things, maybe a local pharmacy….”
 
“I saw a Walmart not too far from here. Mikaela and I were going to hit it up later, able to get something at least to survive the night.” Regan offered before shaking her head, as if to realign her focus. “I need to handle this though, Xander isn’t getting his fucking way anymore. NO ONE is Selena!”
 
 Crap, now she’s rage-talking. Vengeance mode. Selena realized as her hand returned to grasping her sister’s arm. And while Selena couldn’t exactly blame her volatile hothead of a sister, she knew that marching into Xander’s or Infamous locker-room or starting another brawl with either was a recipe for trouble – the potential of risking their chances next week, which were stacked against them at best right now – was high. There’s a better way to get them back… she reasoned, knowing Regan would realize this too, if she hadn’t already. Take the title from Xander and eliminate Dark Fantasy before they can even step foot into the semi-finals.
 
 “Please, don’t go.” Selena implored. “Let’s just clean up and get out of here.” Her eyes scanned the room. “I don’t want to be here anymore.”
 
Quietly, she watched Regan seethe for a few more breaths before the sandy-blonde’s shoulders lowered a little, the older woman giving a nod, allowing Selena to release her arm. Without a word, the two went back to cleaning up Xander’s mess, going through things that were not damaged. Selena had returned to the bathroom to grab as many paper towels as she could get from the dispenser, using them to wipe at the shampoo that was smeared across the changeroom walls. 
 
“Is that why you were so frantic looking for the makeup kit? There was something of value or personal?”
 
Turning her head, Selena, once more, regarded her sister, who was holding her own personally precious item, Selena’s eyes spying the wedding band in Regan’s hand, Selena thankful she had left hers in her nightstand on her limo bus.

“Yes-“ she answered after a moment. “There was, I found it.” She held up the paper that had remained in her free hand. 
Regan nodded and replied, “I found mine too.” 

Once more, they were silent for a moment, Selena taking the time to place the paper on the nearby warped table that was still somewhat bolted into the ground. That accomplished, she joined her sister in taking the time to return to a bit more of the task at hand. For the Snow Queen, she mentally cursed herself for taking on a task that required strong arm movement to clean the walls properly, specifically after a gruelling match against the Psychonaughts. Fortunately, Regan’s voice, once again, offered her a respite.

“Selena, I know that we are still on testy and shaky ground here because of the choices I have made and what I want to do in order to help out my mother….” She spoke slowly. “I should have told you sooner, and I know we talked things out, but you trust me, I trust you, should know everything going on with my life, which is why chances are, it isn’t going to happen and I will probably lose my mother.”
 
Selena’s eyes widened, her hand dropping the shampoo-soaked paper towel onto the floor. “What? How!? Why!?”
 
She didn’t give an answer right away, inadvertently allowing Selena’s mind to race with possibilities. Was there a new complication? Had they discovered an issue with the surgery? Could anything be done?!

Rather than answer any of those questions, Regan settled onto the floor, gathering up her curling iron, it, too, being an unfortunately victim of Xander’s rampage, and a quiet laugh escaped Regan before she tossed the item across the room into the pile of ‘broken items’ the ‘cleaning trio’ had made, which still included the pieces of camera and table. 
 
“Regan…” Selena begged, moving closer to her partner. “Talk to me, please!”
 
Her best friend gave a sigh before gazing back up at the standing woman. “I can’t force my mother to do the surgery.” She answered, her voice laced with sadness. “Only way I can is if I have the power of attorney and this is only when she is basically on death’s bed where it might be too late to even operate.” She heard a quiet sniff come from Regan, who merely swiped her nose with the back of her hand. “She refuses, Selena, and I want to grab her by the shoulders, shake her really hard, but will that even make a difference?”

She was quiet as she gazed back up at the platinum-blonde. Despite herself, Selena could not lie to her sister and quietly shook her head, which Regan accepted with a knowing nod. “No, it wouldn’t. I don’t want to sit around and watch my mother die. Then I look around here and I feel like we are always the victims…” Again, as Selena had done multiple times in the last several minutes, Regan gazed around the room, taking stock of not only the broken items/damage, but what it all represented. “Maybe I am sick and tired of this feeling, maybe I am sick and tired of letting people walk all over us thinking there are no repercussions because we are the ‘Good Guys’.” She let out a growl of frustration. “It sucks Selena, it fucking sucks….”
 
A sense of understanding radiated with Selena’s chest for her sister. She understood exactly where Regan was coming from – the desire to throw the rules out the window and wreak righteous havoc on those that, as Regan had put it, ‘walked all over them’ so damn compelling. Selena had walked that fine line before, both professionally and privately, her mind flying back to the memory of Queenie’s bloody face as the former ‘badass prison bitch Queen’ lying on the ground at Selena’s feet.

“No no!” she suddenly pressed, regaining Regan’s attention. This was not the time to think about vengeance or suddenly just becoming ‘bad guys’ cause it was easier. They would talk about that later. The focus needed to be on Giselle – who, Selena could understand – was being far more than stubborn. “Talk to your mother.” She ordered. “Do whatever you can to convince her. She has to do this Regan. She can’t be selfless and at the same time take away from you the relationship that has been built over the last few years.” 

Perhaps it partially, also, Selena’s own experience that had prompted this slight outburst. For the Snow Queen, a relationship with her mother had never been possible until just a few years ago, and even then, it was strained. All Selena had had was the abusive one of her her past with her stepmother, Anastasia DeCarlo. She knew Regan, and she knew herself in this regard. They had both been denied proper daughter-mother relationships in the past, and it was beyond vital that they do all they could to preserve this one for Regan. “She has to understand.” Selena whispered. “She needs to know this or the burden it carries, sister. Come on!”
 
“Don’t you think I know this?” Regan huffed, the two staring at one another. “I look around at this mess and it is basically what my brain looks like! We beat this asshole, he destroys our things, we then get attacked by opportunists?  It will never stop until…..”
 
Selena dropped down to sit in front of Regan, her hand shooting out to take hold of her hand. Again, the familiar sensation Regan was wanting to act upon. Selena recognized it. How many times had they been the target and couldn’t fight back in the past year? The attacks by Tommy Valentine and Kandis, Xander – the constant interferences. It wasn’t hard to see why. They all did it because they knew Regan and Selena wouldn’t sink to that level. Wouldn’t use such tactics as mind-games. The two of them were proud warriors, believing everything should be settled in the ring. But there was no denying that such a mentality was becoming exhausting.
 
“Until what, sister?” Selena asked, knowingly.
 “Do I have to say it?”
 The young Frost sighed, slowly shaking her head. “No, you do not.”
 
“Good…” Regan slowly nodded. “Then you know where I am coming from. I hate this, all of it and we need to win next week. We do not have a choice in the matter, Selena. Nothing can stop us, alright?”
A nod from Selena didn’t deter the Hellcat’s train of thoughts. “Nothing. I don’t care anymore about the rules, or what can happen to us! I’m on the verge of piledriving those cunts just to get what I want and see them hurt.” 

It was an extreme statement and one that Selena knew Regan could NOT be allowed to see it through. She had already been suspended for piledriving Mr. D. over two years ago! Another could very well mean a far worse punishment, but not only that – the incrementalism of it all… it would be a slippery slope! Justification one wrong would lead to another until… until she and Regan could, once more, be on the opposite sides of some war…

“My family, friends, I’m tired of seeing them get hurt and now this shit? And the gall to kick us while we are down? I can’t handle it anymore. We need to do something about it.” Regan settled on adding.

“We will, promise.” Selena pressed.
“Yeah, I have heard this one before.”

Okay, fuck this! Selena’s mind barked. Time for some tough love! In a flash, pale hands shot out to grasp Regan’s face, cupping the warm skin in her palms. 

“Regan Monica Street Helms!” she spat. “We WILL by beating them and advancing to the finals, are we clear?” 

Regan’s eyes grew wide – who could blame her? Not only had Selena become rather aggressive in the moment – she had used Regan’s FULL NAME! It was on now!
 
“Selena….” The Hellcat whispered but Selena was quick to intercept.
 “REGAN!” she repeated. “Are we clear!?”
 
It was a bit nastier than Selena intended, but seeing her sister nod an affirmative made it clear that they were crystal clear. Slowly, Selena released Regan’s face, allowing the Hellcat to lie on her back and stare up at the ceiling, which the platinum-blonde joined her in on.

“How the fuck did we get ourselves into this?”
Good question. Selena thought, though she answered with a simple shrug. “We are too good, I am guessing.”
 
“They completely hate us when we can be so lovable, right?”
 
Selena had to laugh at that. Yes, her sister-in-arms was ‘lovable’, but it was not always a side SCW or its Universe often saw. Regan was a bad-girl, kicking ass and taking names. Still, it was good for her to also hear Regan laugh along side her just as they heard David Helms re-enter the changeroom, Selena lifting her head to regard him.

He probably things we’re out of out goddamn minds. Selena smiled, and with them fighting Xander Valentine, Cookies and Dreams, and now, Dark Fantasy, in a row – each match with their future as a tag-team put on the line in some way, maybe they were.
 
“Uh…. You gals alright?” the true world champion asked, and neither girl could help it. His expression was so priceless that it made them laugh even more, Selena even kicking her feet a little as her breath started to hitch.

“Yeah, we’re fine, sweetie.” Regan replied, pulling herself up to her feet and offering Selena her hand to help the Snow Queen up to hers. Another half hour was spent by the three cleaning what they could of the mess – the nail polish being the hardest, probably because neither Regan or Selena had enough nail-polish remover to take away that much nail polish from the walls. Still, the arena staff soon came in to dismiss, taking over from there, allowing the three to depart with whatever ‘functional’ items remained of their personal effects.

A quiet farewell between sisters – a hug, cheek kiss, and a promise to call in the morning – and Regan and David were on their way to their hotel while Selena entered her limo bus, taking a long, needed, cold shower to wash away the grime and aches of her tag match, but also the various chemicals she had washed out of parts of the changeroom as the bus drove forward, getting a head start Ann Arbor for tomorrow’s house show.

How long she soaked in that shower, Selena wasn’t sure. It was all a blur – drying off with a towel, changing into her royal-purple, shimmer-silk night gown, bidding Eric, her driver and friend, a good night, and disappearing back into her room to lay on her bed, breathing softly to let the last lingering aches and pains ease into relaxation.

Through her window, the lights of the highway traffic lightly spilled past the shades, illuminating the room only a marginal amount (not enough to disturb sleep, thankfully). Using this light, Selena turned over on her side and reached over to her nearby nightstand, where she had placed the folded paper she had tried so dearly to protect.

The one Deanna had given her.

I thought maybe you could do this…

Carefully, like every time before, Selena unfolded the paper. The snowflake drawing bloomed in front of her eyes, causing her heart to skip a beat once again.

I drew it… the memory of Deanna’s words resonated in Selena’s mind as she took in the features. It was full, unique snowflake. Some of its features were sharp, like the points, while some were soft and round, like the center curves. Remember what you taught our children? came Deanna’s voice again… Every snowflake is unique. No two are ever alike… I think… I think that’s so much you – because there’s only one snowflake in this world for me. Only one Selena Frost…

Again, Selena had to wipe a stray tear from her eyes with her free hand as she refolded the paper and tucked it away into her nightstand drawer. 

“I’m not sure what ‘Selena Frost’ I’ll be.” She whispered to the drawing and to herself before turning to go to sleep. “But I promise you… no matter what happens… I am going to try and find out.”

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The Royal Letter

The camera opens up to the interior of Selena’s limo bus – the “We Believe” bus. The shades are drawn over the windows to avoid any outside distractions. Sitting within the shot is Selena Frost, dressed in black leggings, and a light green shirt, her hair in its iconic ponytail.

Hello, everyone. she smiles. I’m sure you were expecting to see me in an empty arena under white and blue lights. Maybe pacing in the ring, chomping at the bit for the match to come?

She nodded her head knowingly. And in many cases I still am. I know Regan sure as hell is. There is no ‘lack of history’ between her, me and the last stop on our booked ‘Tag League’.

Yes… she seems to look away for a moment, as if in deeper thought. What began in late September, the choosing of tag-teams, both new and already fully established, is reaching it’s final night before the semi-finals and the finals. And I have to believe there will be a semi-final because the Psychonaughts and Frozen Hell deserve a proper second match against each other. One that is free of interference… but wait, I’ll get to that. her vow is sharp, the events of last Breakdown still clearly on her mind.

First, I want to ask the SCW Universe something. Whether this is final night of Frozen Hell’s journey into the tournament or us achieving the near-impossible and, after being knocked to the bottom and told we were ‘done’ from the tournament after losing the tag titles to Suited and Booted, making it into the semi-finals - Regan and I have had one goal throughout this entire tournament: Representing this tag-team division proudly. 

When it comes to tournaments, everyone knows I’ve had my share. Shot of Adrenaline, Best of the Best, Trios, the United States Championship Tournament last June/July, God of Wrestling – I’ve competed in so many and won quite a few as well. To me, tournaments will always be something I love. And to me, they’re meant, not only to show who was the best of a certain criteria, but also to showcase something, whether it was a company or a certain division.

For this Tag League, from the get go, Regan and I knew that this was about so much more than just ‘defending the tag titles at every match’ or ‘beating every team in SCW’. Sasha made this league, this tournament, to give the tag division the attention it had sorely been lacking. To highlight and create buzz around it.

Selena shifts a bit, swinging her leg off the one it had been resting on to lean forward, flat-footed and gaze at the camera. So… I have to ask before I get too carried away with this: Did we succeed? 

Did we all, as tag teams of SCW, showcase the division? Is the tag division, itself, better off now because of our efforts?

I’m… not sure. Part of me has been… The Snow Queen bites her lower lip, a half-smile breaking through her features. So honored to share the ring with former teams and newly formed teams. Despite the controversy, Regan and I meant every word when we said that facing the Psychonaughts was a highlight for us. It was a match that we, like they did, had circled multiple times on our calendar, especially after watching them grow and develop as a tag-team.

But then… 

The smile slowly disappears and the weariness can be seen etched into Selena’s fair features.

But then I have to look back at everything else, too. The injuries that took out tag-teams or forced replacements. The tag-teams that quit when they started to fall behind in points or just didn’t care to participate. The tag-teams that decided to become ‘spoilers’ when they couldn’t be ‘winners’. 

Quitting, Injuring, Spoiling… Pale hands tighten into fists. Was that what we showcased in this thing, guys? Was that what we, as tag-team wrestlers, showed to the world? That SCW tag-team wrestling could not exist without some form of controversy? That people could not define themselves as ‘the best’ without some kind of ‘tainted wins’? That ‘surrendering’ is an option when you ‘just don’t want to wrestle’?

A shaky breath escapes the pale lips of “The Face of SCW”, her tone growing harsher.

It makes me sick to my stomach that I have to ask that. Makes me sick to my stomach that we have to consider that. Because then what’s the point of calling ourselves ‘Supreme Championship Wrestling’? What’s the point of bragging at the beginning of every show and every pay-per-view to be ‘the leading force in sports entertainment’ if, in reality, we’re just taking shortcuts and cheating the SCW Universe – our fans, our lifeblood – of the quality wrestling that they came to see and believe in from us? From SCW?

Determined, Selena shakes her head, her braid swishing a little as she does. No…I refuse to let that happen. Not to them and not to a division I spent a year trying to represent. Yes, I’ll admit upfront, that I rejoined the division after six years of being away from it for my sister, Regan. She had a dream and I wanted to help her achieve it. Call me a ‘gold-monger’ or ‘title-whore’ or whatever, I don’t care. Won’t be the first or the last – and I’ve been called much worse. But it was about my sister to me. About achieving dreams. But fighting the wars we did, surviving everything to cap it off not only at Rise to Greatness but at the End of the Year as the Tag-team of the year?

There’s a slight pause, as if Selena, for a moment, is unable to find the words she needs.
I… I don’t want it end in controversy. I don’t want our story in this tournament to end in controversy. I want to end as it began. Two women, believing they could achieve something everyone thought was impossible and fighting with all they had to make it a reality. Which is a lot to ask for when dealing with the final opponents in Frozen Hell’s journey.

Let me make this clear: When Regan and I began our trek through the tag-teams in our bracket, while the world, and us, were looking forward to facing the Psychonaughts… this – the final match – was the one we knew would be our hardest. This, whether it was a clean sweep or simply to stay alive in the tournament, would be the match we would have to leave everything in the ring, make no excuses, and be on our A game for every second of it.

And believe me, Syren and Ravyn, that isn’t a compliment to either of you.

Selena’s jaw clenches and her stare grows colder. That’s me being a realist. Because let’s face it, Ravyn, while you failed at your little attack last Breakdown with Christy Matthews, you just reminded Regan and I what we are in for. That this isn’t really Frozen Hell vs. Dark Fantasy, is it?

It’s Frozen Hell vs Dark Fantasy, Christy Matthews, CHBK, Alexander Crowe, maybe Holly Addams and whoever else you can dig up. Because, while you two are certainly in the history books of both singles and tag-team wrestling, that’s what’s it come down to in terms of ‘strategy’, hasn’t it? Ravyn does the dirty work? The cohorts swoop in and Syren picks the bones and takes the glory. Or did I miss that when you made James Evans run that gauntlet? Or ambushed him, gang style, last Breakdown? Let’s face it, girls, you’re dealing with someone that has been the target of several of your ‘games’ for years. Just ask Christy Matthews. I can’t remember the last time she and I wrestled a match in which she DIDN’T rely on cheating to win.

But oh, I’m afraid of you, Ravyn? Is that your logic? Sure it isn’t the other way around? Selena feigns ‘fear’ by lifting her hands before lowering them back down, her serious tone set back in place.

Let me address this, Ravyn, between you and me once and for all… 

2016. Under Attack. Selena Frost vs. Ravyn Taylor. I was coming off hot from winning two tournaments – Shot of Adrenaline, and Best of the Best (where I beat you in the finals if you remember), not to mention moving my way up through the ranks by defeating such incredible future Hall of famers like Kennedy Street and Kelcey Wallace. I was ready to face you, but I wanted there to be utmost clarity between us. So I approached you and made it clear. “No mind games. We fight? It’s about talent. It’s about the challenge.” I came to you as a professional out of respect for what you had done for this business, as one woman to another. And you agreed to what I was saying.

How did that go, Ravyn? Hmmm? How did our match go? Sapphire eyes narrow knowingly.

Well, it went fine until my strategy started to unfold and I began targeting your arm. Then, all of a sudden, you go and get yourself intentionally disqualified. You put me in a chokehold and refuse to break it when I grabbed the ropes. 

And ever since then, you’ve declared that I’ve been ‘running from you’. ‘Afraid to face you’.

The Snow Queen crossed her arms over her chest, leaning against the couch she occupies.
Answer me this, Ravyn: Why would I be afraid of you? Because you cowardly gave up when you realized you were getting closer and closer to defeat? Because you lied to my face and thought you’d make me your latest ‘toy’ in your mind games? Because I’ve beaten you more times than I have ANY other superstar in my entire SCW career?!

No, Ravyn. SCW made the same decision that I did. I had already beat you clean at Best of the Best, and if you were just going to throw your chance away to amend that because you were too scared to see our match through to its true end, neither SCW or I were going to waste our time giving you another one. There were so many other wrestlers that were itching to fight me and end my hot-streak – RESPECTFULLY - and I was eager to fight them.

Selena’s shoulders shrug simply. There you have it, Ravyn. Bree Lancaster can’t admit she ‘lost fairly’ to me. Sienna Swann needs her win over me to cement her ‘Ironwoman’ status. And you, the longest delusion of all, can’t admit that, on that night, you couldn’t beat me.

Truth be told, I’m sick of it, Ravyn. she shakes her head. Much like Bree’s and Sienna’s nonsense, I am sick of hearing yours. I am sick of this four-year delusion that you need to tell yourself for your own damn ego, because that’s all it truly is. You can’t stand how many times I’ve beaten you and how you couldn’t beat me. Hell, let’s go further. That’s all you being in this tag league really is, isn’t it? Yours and Syren’s damaged egos.

Again, Selena leans forward, elbows on her knees. I’ll admit, there was a time that Dark Fantasy – you and Syren – were easily the best team in SCW. The greatest tag-team in SCW. Long reigns, multiple reigns, defeating all challengers. You deserve your Hall of Fame rings based on that aspect of your careers alone. Even to this day, to face Dark Fantasy and win? It means something. Ask Jordan and Cookie. It’s something you can hang your hat on as a tag-team based upon your history. Your experience puts that of Frozen Hell to shame – making us the rookies in this division…

But I look at the two of you, Syren and Ravyn, and I don’t see that tag-team anymore. Know why?

Because no one has seen that tag-team, truly, in several years. You both decided to pursue singles gold. Singles competition. Now, I can’t begrudge you that – I’ve done the same thing. And, as singles wrestlers, you both amassed a legacy of titles that can compete with Regan’s and mine easily. But then, you get pulled back to this tournament and gone is the hard-working “something to prove” tag-team that won the tag-team titles in 2010 and held them for the better part of three years.

And in their place? her gaze is accusatory. You have Syren the squawker and Ravyn the schemer. Syren the “give me everything I want without me having to earn it” and Ravyn “whatever it takes to win”. 

You have Dark Fantasy – believing they are still owed the title of ‘greatest tag-team in SCW’ by default and not by earning it. You have Dark Fantasy – believing that by ambushing and screwing over tag-teams with interference and paid off officials and manipulating members of the Board of Directors, that that makes their victories and status ‘legitimate’.

A pale jaw clenches. In short, ladies, Dark Fantasy while Regan and I, along with the Psychonaughts and so many other tag-teams, have done our best to make the tag-division what this tournament intended it to be – Dark Fantasy has become part of the damn problem of being everything wrong with it! 

That’s why you tried to interfere in our match against the Psychonaughts, wasn’t it?

A huff of a laugh escapes Selena. Without Regan and I winning, not only would you have been eliminated from the tournament, but all that BS Syren’s been squawking with CHBK about being ‘the best tag-team’ and ‘not having to work for anything because you’re ‘that’ good’ would be utterly silenced! You needed us to win to keep your two delusions alive.

So, another Ravyn plan was hatched. And, like in 2016 and so many other times, Ravyn and Infamous chose the controversial action.

Selena slowly shakes her head. Regan and I are done dealing with that in this tournament. And this isn’t me speaking on her behalf, okay? I’m speaking from my own heart here when I say this, so listen up!

I, Selena Frost, would rather tie you, Ravyn and Syren, in this match than let you continue cheating tag-teams out of a division you left long ago. I rather see Regan and I be eliminated tonight in a tie and see the Psychonaughts go straight to the finals and represent this division we’ve come to love with integrity then see your same act of BS to save your fragile egos! You hear me?!

Selena lets her shout settle before settling back a little. But that’s not going to happen tonight.

No…tonight, Ravyn, you’re going to see me running, alright, but it won’t be away from you. It will be towards you. It will be me rushing towards you over and over again. Attacking you over and over again. Taking you down over and over again – all with zero fear and zero hesitation.

Because this beating – along with the elimination of Dark Fantasy from this Tag League – has been long overdue. And whether it’s just the two of you, or you sick all of Infamous on us, Frozen Hell will NOT fall tonight. We will defy your ‘entitlement’ and claim to the ‘tournament crown’. We will defy your ‘crafty plans’ and ‘underhanded tactics’ and remind you what true tag-team wrestling – the kind you abandoned long ago – truly is.

Rolling her shoulders, Selena also fixes her braid with one hand.

This division no longer needs Dark Fantasy in it, ladies. It hasn’t for a very long time. Tonight, Regan and I will prove that and move onto the semi-finals. And Syren – and especially Ravyn – I’m afraid that is something you’re just going to have to live with.

Believe it, ladies. And welcome to 2021.

The camera fades on the Snow Queen, eventually going to black before showing the ‘SCW’ graphic to finish.