A/C Unit (Cid Turner & Asher Hayes) vs. Selena Frost & Syren

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Project: Black Ice

”Shadow-Boxing”

Frost Family ‘Forever Home’
Manhattan, New York
September 12th, 2021
2:57am

It wasn’t a far walk (in her case, a hop-run combination) from her house, down the flat-stone path and to the pool/gym house, but by the time she had reached the door in her bare feet, Selena certainly was far from dry. The storm continued to rage on around her, the awning unable to protect her entirely from the falling rain. She could feel it sprinkling her back, but she didn’t let it bother her anymore than the loud thunder that came soon after every flash of lightning.

Quietly, with a pale hand, Selena turned the door handle and quietly slipped into the smaller house. The lights inside were all off except for in the far corner. She could see the water of the pool reflecting the spurts of lightning that managed to come in through the high windows, which also allowed her to quietly step along the concrete boarder that outlined the pool until she had reached the far end of the house where the ring and gym equipment was located. 

Perhaps, looking back, an observer would remark on Selena’s foolishness in entering this space without knowing who was responsible for the lights being on and for doing do unarmed and defenseless save for her own abilities. And in response, Selena would have admitted that such notion had never entered her mind, not because she was like Asher Hayes – delusional in her ‘greatness’ or whatever way it was worded – or like Cid Turner – letting Asher and Holly do his thinking for him – but rather, quite simply, she was certain she knew else was here besides her. Her children, this late at night, were safely tucked in their beds, sleeping soundly. 

That only left one other resident besides her and as Selena stepped into the doorframe, the light of the overheads greeting her with their illumination, it was not hard, amongst the dark colors of weights, strike pads, and treadmills for her to notice the fiery-red of hair that moved in one particular section. The gym itself was broken down into sections: weights and mats in the left, cardio in the back and a ring to the far right. It would almost a crammed gym due to its size compared to its substance, but not quite.

Through the sections, Selena watched quietly, moving only when she lost sight of the red-haired woman. As she drew closer, she could see the hair tied up in a tight ponytail, its owner wearing a form fitting black t-shirt and shorts. She was wore running shoes and was bouncing on the balls of her feet, circling a stationary punching torso, weighted down on the floor. The Snow Queen didn’t say a word as she watched her wife throw elbows and punches at the target, striking broadly at the head, core, it didn’t seem to matter to the striker.

To Selena, it was strange in a way she could not fully describe, watching her Deanna attack so…recklessly? Was that the right word? Where Selena prided herself on fighting gracefully, using her flips, kicks, and speed to overwhelm her opponent in combination with trying to outlast them in stamina and endurance, Deanna’s attack were far less refined, opting for close combat and repeated blows. If Selena could define it as anything, it resembled a messy bar brawl – had Deanna learned how to fight like this in prison? Despite this, all of Deanna’s strikes were landing on the dummy, the target shifting a little as Deanna struck and kicked it. The strikes almost blended in with the pouring rain outside, the storm’s own sound echoing all around as it pelted the roof above them.

Reaching up with a hand, Selena wiped her forehead, a vain attempt to dry it from her soaked hair. To her surprise, just as she did, Deanna reached up a hand as well, swiping at her own forehead to remove the sweat that covered it. The same action/same way caused a laugh to bubble up and escape Selena, filling the room and grabbing Deanna’s attention, the redhead turning to regard the source of the sudden sound.

The two stood there quietly, both soaked in their own way. 

Slowly, Selena tilted her head to regard her wife. “Can’t sleep?” she asked gently.

Understandably more winded than her wife, Deanna took a few deep breaths, looking away for a second before looking back at Selena and shrugging her arms and shoulders. “Not when you leave around midnight.” She answered truthfully. 

Biting her lower lip apologetically, Selena’s head hung a little lower, though her eyes did leave her wife. “Sorry…” she whispered.

A smile tugged at left side of Deanna’s lip as she shook her head with a sigh from her nose, her arms crossed as she made her way over to her beloved. “You’re soaked.” She remarked, her eyes running down Selena’s form, causing the Snow Queen to finally take stock in her own appearance. Her nightgown clung to her frame and she knew from feeling that her hair was drenched as well. She hadn’t worn any makeup, naturally, so at least she didn’t have to worry about that. Still, she made quite the ‘drowned rat’ as it were.

Casting her eyes back to the punching dummy, Selena then regarded her wife. She knew she hadn’t mistaken Deanna’s expression when the redhead had been throwing those punches. Anger, frustration… how many times had Selena, herself, held those same expressions?

Seeing her wife’s gaze and expressions, it was Deanna’s turn to look down at the floor, almost in guilt, clearly guessing what her wife was thinking. “Did you…remember Breakdown?” she asked. “The one before last, I mean…”
“I do.” Selena nodded.
 “It’s really all I’ve been thinking about.”
“Really?” Selena asked, surprised to say the least.
“Of course!” Deanna replied, angrily pulling her hair free of its ponytail and scratching her scalp. “Why else would I be down here?”
“Honestly?” Selena asked. “I thought that you were mad that I agreed to team with Syren…”

For a moment, Deanna was silent before reaching over and turning off the light switch, casting them both into darkness save for the moonlight and lightning coming through the windows. Selena felt the redhead brush past her quietly, the only sound were the steps of Deanna’s running shoes. 

“The only reason you teamed with her in the first place is because I’m useless.”
Selena’s eyes widened in the dark. “What? How can you say that?!” she asked, taking a few quick steps towards the voice, barely able to make out Deanna’s silhouette in the dark. “After everything we’ve done and been through? Hell, Rise to Greatness-“

“He grabbed me and I couldn’t do a damn thing about it!” came the soft cry of Deanna’s voice. “He manhandled me and I couldn’t even get loose or throw a punch or anything! It was just like when I tagged with you…”

Selena tried to speak but no words came out. She remembered that match. Her and Deanna against Holly and Asher – Selena’s own choice because she was sick of Asher and Holly sticking their noses in the world title match she had earned by beating Syren. They had lost when Holly had pinned Deanna.

“If I was even remotely capable...” Deanna continued, a shake in her voice. “it be you and me against Cid and Asher.”
“Don’t think that…” Selena tried, reaching out for Deanna’s shoulder but meeting nothing but air. Feeling the arm fall to her side, she sighed. “It isn’t just our fight. It…it has to end… or what if Asher tries to do what he did to Syren to you…and I couldn’t-“
“That’s what I mean!” came Deanna’s angered reply in the dark. “I’m supposed to help you, not distract you! But so far, the best I have managed is a damn tackle.”
“I didn’t ask you to be my manager so you could interfere in my matches, Deanna.” Selena tried to explain.
“But if I can’t defend myself, then I’m just a liability!” she countered. “Someone that will distract you at the crucial moment because you’ll be too busy trying to save me! I don’t-“ she seemed to stop in her words before blurting out. “I don’t want to have to constantly need to be saved!”

Selena stopped at that, unsure where Deanna was – the room having grown darker thanks to a passing thick batch of storm clouds. She didn’t know what she could say to that. Nor could she promise that Apocalypse would be any different. Yes, there was a chance Syren would brutalize Asher to the point where he couldn’t come out for Cid’s match, but if he did – the bastard would not hesitate to stalk Deanna. 

“Deanna…” Selena whispered, though was given no response. Turning her head in the darkness, Selena called out louder. “Deanna, I-“ she stopped as she suddenly walked straight into a body, realizing far too late that she had, again, mistaken the space between her and Deanna. She heard the redhead let out a shriek as the two tumbled and fell, only to be met by a “ground” that gave as soon as they landed on it with a loud SPLASH!

Immediately, feeling the water surround her, Selena turned her body up right, her feet finding the bottom of the pool and steadying herself. Standing to her full height, she stood with the water just under her chest. The lightning flashed outside as she steadied herself and got her bearings, allowing her to see Deanna break the water’s surface herself, looking around as if in shock. 

“Are you okay?” Selena called out, reaching out towards her. She only managed one step before-
“That tackle sucked!” came the loud yell before sounds filled Selena’s ears and a body flew itself at her, a pair of legs suddenly on her hips and hands on her shoulders. Immediately, Selena fell back into the water, struggling out and breaking free to get back to her feet- “That’s how you tackle someone!” came the winded voice of her wife, the clouds moving to allow moonlight back into the room and sight for Selena to see her beloved standing there.

“I concede to your tackle-prowess.” Selena sighed, running her hands along her hair and face. 
“Too bad it can’t knock people out like your kicks.” Deanna slowly replied, standing in place.

With a sigh but no words, Selena stepped towards her wife, reaching out and wrapping her in her arms, Deanna’s head resting under Selena’s chin. “Beloved pet…” she whispered, kissing Deanna’s crown. “I will help you become a better fighter if that’s what you want…” she felt Deanna nod her head quickly, the sound of rain all around them. “Just don’t… don’t leave my side because of something like what happened.” She begged. “I’m far stronger with you than without you.”

Tilting her head up, Deanna was able to see her wife’s face in the dim moonlight. She gave a nod of her head before feeling Selena pull her up into a quiet kiss, her hands grasping the front of Selena’s nightgown to hold on tightly…protectively. Her feelings didn’t change with Selena’s words. She wanted to be more than Selena’s manager. She wanted to protect her wife. Wanted to stop being seeing as a liability by everyone else. Wanted to be able to hold her own if she had to. Wanted…wanted…

She almost laughed as she continued to be kissed by her wife. If it came down to it, her wish was the same as when she was younger, watching the Snow Queen for the first time on SCW…

She wished that she could be as strong as Selena Frost.

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The Royal Letter

Consequences…

That seems to be the word of the day of sorts – and something that’s being thrown my way and the way of my tag-team partner. 

For those of you that missed last week’s Breakdown or Cid Turner’s one-sided sob story, which was as warped and twisted as his view of his and Syren’s relationship, Syren and I orchestrated a little ‘distraction’ of sorts to allow Asher Hayes to either put up or shut up against Xander Valentine. Of course, as predicted, Asher turned tail and ran as soon as he couldn’t hang with the Executioner, which prompted me to step in and correct that.

Now, I’ll get to that bit in a moment, but the night didn’t end there. What followed next was what can only be called a five-star beat down. I have to admit, personally, I’ve never fought in a restaurant before, and I’ll be going back there some day because their Caesar salad actually looked pretty good. But, from these actions, Syren and I, according to Asher and Cid, are going to pay for it. That we will suffer consequences for what we have done…

Consequences… Do you two even understand that we are FAR beyond consequences? Do you even comprehend the word?

Do you, Cid? I mean, you spin an interesting tale of the ‘victim’ in all of this, so how about the word ‘reality’? 

For months – months, people – SCW was turned upside down by a whining, crying little brat running around SCW, crying “I’m World Champion! I’m World Champion” and his buddy, Cid Turner.

For months, SCW shouted “ENOUGH!” every time you, Cid, or you, Asher, came in front of them, and you called it ‘ratings’. For months, “King Dick” would declare up and down that he was ‘defending’ some fictious title, unless he lost, then suddenly ‘it wasn’t on the line!’ like a damn spoiled kid losing his Yu-Gi-Oh cards or something in a game. Don’t believe me? He said the winner of the Taking Hold of the Flame royale would win his title and take it to RTG against me. Look what happened.

Then along comes a little Snow Queen that tells you to prove it, and then beats you, Cid. And instead of taking that loss and learning from it, you do what every single person that has faced me and lost has done…

I mean, you seriously think that I’ve got this magic wand or these magical powers that has me ‘brainwash’ people. That I, somehow, manipulate the world, yadda yadda yadda yadda! That how it is, Cid? Everyone who likes me is ‘brainwashed’ and everyone that boos you secretly ‘love you’, is that it?

Do us all a favour, Cid. When you face me next time at Apocalypse, spare us all the same old lines, make your idle threats, shut the hell up, come down to the ring and get your ass kicked by me, okay? 

Because I am tired of having to hear those insults, Cid. And I am especially tired of hearing stuff like ‘manipulating’ and ‘brainwashing’ from someone that’s telling the world that he’s got some magical savior in his belly. That he’s got “the knowledge of the generations” and yet can’t put two and two together to beat Ravyn Taylor. Who’s spent months trying to convince everyone who would listen that he and Asher Hayes were “Co-World champions”. But I’m the one who’s lying, huh?

I’ve said this more times than I can remember, but since you’re so thick-skulled, it bears repeating. I don’t consider myself a saviour. I don’t consider myself a saint. What I consider myself is the hardest working person in SCW. What I consider myself is a product of SCW and a proud member of it. What I consider myself is its Face and a standard of what it should be and what the SCW Universe WANT to see!

And that isn’t to sell t-shirts or get popular or over or get people to ‘like’ me, boys. Go to any show. Some audience like me and some don’t. It’s a mixed bag. Hell, there are some places where I’ve been booed! Doesn’t change why I do what I do. I do what I do because I believe in this company. I do what I do so I can look myself in the mirror and be proud of the woman I see. That my children and my wife can be proud of the person they see. 

And the reason that THEY shout “We Believe!”, Cid, isn’t because of some hocus-pocus. Quite the opposite. It’s because who I am is real. Who I am is genuine. Who I am IS Selena Frost, in the ring, in the back, outside SCW, they know it and they feel it! It is REAL!

And you and Asher can’t handle that. See, Asher has to pretend to be a world champion while I’m the real deal and he can’t stand that. You, Cid, have to pretend Syren is brainwashed because she doesn’t love you and that I’m the villain so you can justify all you and Asher do. So you twist the narrative to make yourselves the victims to justify what you do because when push comes to shove, you can’t do what Syren and I can do night after night. But we’re back to that word: Consequences. So let me make it clear to you right now.

I was ready on the first Breakdown of this new SCW season to fight you, Cid, with the world title on the line. I was ready to wrestle you in a barn-burner that would make Taking Hold of the Flame look like an opener. You, Cid - you and Asher are the ones that made this personal.

You and Asher cost me my match with Tommy Valentine. You and Asher attacked me, and then, Asher was the one that put his hands on my wife.

Last time the A/C Unit mouthed off to me? Payback was easy. Last time A/C Unit saw me as ‘nothing’ or some ‘easy foe’, payback was the easiest thing for me. I showed up and beat you, Cid, and became the World Champion, securing my spot at the Rise to Greatness main event.

This time around? That wasn’t enough. Nowhere near enough. Beating Cid at Apocalypse wouldn’t be enough for the BS he’s thrown. For Asher piledriving Syren and putting his hands on Deanna. So, I did what many thought – and still think – is unthinkable…

I joined forces with Syren. I joined forces with Syren and we issued a beatdown that left Asher Hayes and Cid Turner lying on the ground, covered in salad, drinks, and a good helping of humble pie.

You both wanted to make this personal? Congratulations, boys, you made this personal, and while you’re still pulling the same stunt – sitting on top of your self-erected pillar and declaring yourselves the “present and future Co-World Champions” and the “greatest tag-team in the history of SCW”, let me just bring back the word ‘reality’ into the mix for both of you.

Because rather than be smug because what? You won a tournament and held the titles for less than 50 days – you should be terrified. Because Syren and I? We shouldn’t be able to be in the same ring without tearing each other’s eyes out! We should be trying to kill each other every time the two of us are in the squared circle and it would be a five-star beatdown like the one we gave the two of you last week.

But instead, because of the two of you, rather than kill one another for this world championship, we want to beat the unholy hell out of the two of you!

Let that sink in for a moment, Cid. Asher. The seven-time World Champion and the REAL, the CURRENT, the ONLY SCW World champion – a total of 10 different and legit World championship reigns between us… and we both want to beat the crap out of you two. The Hall of Fame, record-setting Syren and the Face of SCW Selena Frost would rather beat the hell out of you two than out of each other. THAT is how real and how personal you two have made this. That is the consequence of YOUR actions, boys. An unholy alliance that is terrifying most people throughout SCW and an unholy alliance that is going to steamroll over the supposed “best tag-team in history” like the crybaby boys they are!

I am going to make this clear to you two. Breakdown will not be a ‘double-date’ like Cid thinks it is. Breakdown will be a one-night stand. Where this unholy alliance stands tall, and the two of you are left heartbroken, beaten, and humiliated once again. 

Believe it, boys. Cause you’ve only got yourselves to really blame for it!

Sincerely,
Selena Michelle Frost
The SCW World Champion