Selena Frost vs. Asher Hayes

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Project: Black Ice

”The Power That’s Wielded”

Frost ‘Forever Home’
Manhattan, New York
September 28th, 2021
3:23pm

“He’s resigning as mayor?!”

Selena said nothing, fighting the stiffness and soreness in her neck as she sat there, as shocked as the spoken redhead who sat beside her as they beheld the black-haired lawyer.

“Resigned.” Corrected Talia, shaking her head in disbelief. ”Effective immediately.”

The three women sat in the family room where Selena had been resting, Talia occupying the couch opposite the Frost wives. She was dry from her brief time in the storm, which still thundered overhead the Frost home. It seemed unreal – fake, even.

The idea of Malcolm Scythe, a long-time standing mayor of Nome who willingly leave the position he coveted. The power and authority being the mayor had afforded him.

“Can…” Deanna thought, as unsure as Selena. “Can he just do that?”
“Apparently.” Talia sighed. “He’s locked himself in his house and from public-eye. Not seeing anyone except family. The cabinet is scrambling…” Talia huffed. “They’re acting like he suddenly died to try and keep things stable over in Nome.”

The Snow Queen almost laughed at that. Nome, her hometown – a small blip on any world map (if that) – this was probably the most exciting thing to happen to them since… well, since she became a celebrity of sorts within SCW. In fact, with the recent weekend passed – fighting in Cid Turner’s hometown – had come with the dawning realization that, in nearly eight years, she had never been able to have the same feeling of ‘fighting in her hometown’, though she considered Manhattan her home as well, it simply hadn’t felt the same – an odd feeling considering the love-hate relationship she had with the town and the hatred she had felt towards it growing up.

“But…he is alive.” Deanna ascertained. “Cause he sent you here. Though…” she turned her head towards the platinum-blonde. “I really am not liking the likely reason.”

“Me neither.” Selena replied, moving her head to regard her wife (fighting the stiffness and slight pain). The sound of the children playing downstairs could just be heard in the midst of their silence.

“You might as well get to the point, Talia.” Selena sighed. “I imagine you want to get back to Nome.”

The lawyer a nod of her head. “He let me in once to see him.” She seemed to pause for a moment, her gaze distant, as if reliving the memory she was explaining to the Frost wives. “It was like…” her eyes re-found their. “It was like he had been aged twenty years in a few nights’ time. I can’t… I can’t describe it, Selena.” She shook her head. “His eyes were baggy, his hair was disheveled, it was like he had all but given up!”
“That isn’t like him.” Deanna remarked, concern etched into her beautiful features.
“Precisely.” Talia remarked. “I demanded to know what was going on with him and if he needed to see a doctor, but he refused. He said he had one order for me…”

“And?” Selena asked, almost impatiently. Truthfully, while she was curious about these sudden actions of the now former-mayor, she did not possess any pity towards him.

Malcolm Scythe had been responsible for more of Selena’s and her family’s pain and misery than she could even tally. Of all the psychos and evil beings that had invaded her life, Malcolm Scythe (along with Killjoy) was the only person that made her current anger towards the likes of Asher Hayes seem like a soft candlelight in the darkness. She wanted to beat the hell out of Asher – but that’s where it stopped. But as for Malcolm and Killjoy? Selena would deny that she wished the both of them dead for all they had done.

Reaching up a slow hand, she ran the fingers against her medium-length white hair.

“He wants to-“ Talia stopped as she heard a loud yell from downstairs, something akin to jubilation, her dark eyes fluttering down towards the direction the voice came from, biting her lower lip.
“Oh you have got to be kidding me!” Deanna laughed in disbelief before turning her head back to Selena. “He wants us to bring Elsianna and David to him.”
“Absolutely not.” Selena immediately shot back coldly, eyes narrowing at Talia.

“That’s what I told him!” the lawyer professed. “I told them that there was nothing on earth-“
“Or heaven or hell.” Selena added, her voice laced with venom.
“-that would persuade them to bring their children to him.” Talia sighed. “He yelled at me to go anyway and to ‘name any price’.”

Selena’s eyes widened at those words, not because of what those words were offering but what they indicated. She had known the old man for most, if not all, of her life, and never, not once, had he ever said something so desperate! When he had wanted Elsianna and David, he had just tried kidnapping one of them or blackmail! Hell, he had bartered for Selena’s hair for a simple USB drive! 

This… there was no bartering. He was pleading! Begging! Her greatest enemy was pleading with her! But why?

Her mind flashed back to the last time she had seen him. It had been just before Rise to Greatness, when her and Deanna’s car had broken down, forcing them to meet his ex-wife Rebecca, all due to the machinations of Killoy-

Killjoy! Her mind screamed in realization. It has to be related to Killjoy…

“I…” Talia tried. “I don’t know what to tell you. Personally, I hate him for wasting my time like this. Maybe it was to rub it in my face that Selena-“ her eyes flashed to the platinum-blonde. “Managed to have two kids sired by Ryan and I can’t.” she shrugged bitterly.

“He’s your husband.” Selena replied. “I don’t consider him the father of my children anymore than I consider Malcolm their grandfather.”
“I know that.” Talia sighed. “And Ryan and I have been trying to have a kid of our own…”
“Congratulations.” Deanna offered, her hands still holding Selena’s, squeezing them encouragingly.

Taking a slow breath, Selena offered her former-best friend a smile. “For what it is worth, I have no love-lost with the Scythes. But I think you’d be a great mother.”
“Ha!” Talia laughed. “After all I did to you?”
“You did all you could to get my wife out of prison.” Selena countered. “You’re as protective as you can be vindictive.” She added with a tease. “I think, long as you keep the kid from becoming too much like his grandfather, it’ll be alright.”
“Let’s…” Talia tried. “Let’s hope so.”

The three sat like that for several minutes in silence before Talia slapped her knees with her hands. “Well, guess I better head back to Nome.”
“Nonsense.” Deanna countered. “The storm is getting worse. You can spend the night here and tomorrow can head back, I’m sure, right Selena?”
Quickly, the wrestler nodded. “You can use our private jet. They know the route to Nome and can get you there faster. I will make a arrangements to have it prepared for tomorrow.”
“You don’t have to-“
“It’s fine, Talia.” Selena offered. “I know you want to get back to Ryan. And, really, it’s been in the hanger for weeks cause Deanna and I have been using the limo bus to get everywhere.”

“A…alright.” Talia nodded. “I’ll get my things from the car.”
“We’ll have your towel on standby!” Deanna joked as the lawyer made her way to the door to gather her things. A few moments later, at the urging of the new hosts, she was heading upstairs to the guest room to shower and ‘make herself at home’.

Alone with her wife once more, Selena turned to the redhead. “It’s Killjoy.” She whispered. “It has to be.”
To her surprise, Deanna did not ask for an explanation, but merely nodded her head. “I thought the same thing. We thought he was just bidding his time before going after us… but it turns out…”
“He might have just switched targets for a time…” Selena finished her wife’s sentence.

“But…” Deanna shook her head, running a hand through her red mane of hair as she walked throughout the house, Selena following her best she could. “He’s one person…” she thought. “And how could one person so easily remove Malcolm Scythe from the mayor’s seat?”

It was a frightening consideration. Not even the DeCarlo family – Anastasia digging up Malcolm’s darkest secret past life – had been enough to scare Malcolm out of office… But, if they were right, Killjoy had managed it on his own…

“He’s far more dangerous than even we believed…” Selena whispered, wrapping her arms around her. “And he wants to kill me.”

Immediately, she felt a fresh wave of fear grip her, but just as quickly, Deanna was by her side, taking Selena’s arms into her hands. “I won’t let that happen.” She swore. “We warned Malcolm. YOU warned him.” 

Selena nodded her head, slightly against the stiffness. “He wanted to handle this alone despite those warnings. Now, he wants to drag us down with him.”
“We won’t let him.” Deanna sighed. “We’ll go to Nome to see him. Without the children.”

Selena, again, nodded. “I’ll bring something… in case things go sour or Killjoy pops up again.”
“Good idea.” Deanna nodded.

Quietly, they walked up the stairs to the guest room to prepare it. A few minutes passed until Talia had returned, wearing far more comfortable clothes of jeans and a baggy t-shirt. She looked quite normal to Selena than the cold lawyer she often knew.

“Good news.” Deanna declared. “You’re staying here for a few days!”
“What?” Talia asked in surprise. “Why?”
“Because we’re going with you.” The Snow Queen stated. “Just Deanna and I. We’re going to confront Malcolm and get some answers.”
“He won’t let you in.” Talia sighed.

“Leave that to us.” Deanna smiled cutely, though the force of her words were clearly felt. “Selena and I will drive to Toronto for next week’s Breakdown, deal with that, drive back and be back by morning easily. We’ll then go to Nome with you on the plane.”

“You’ll be wasting your time…” Talia started before raising an eyebrow. “Unless you know something that I don’t.”
“We do.” Selena assumed. “Unless the word ‘Killjoy’ means anything to you.”
“Not really.” Talia replied, crossing her arms over her chest. “What’s going on?”

The Frost wives shared a glance at one another before Deanna stepped forward, taking Talia’s hand caringly into hers. “Sit down, Talia. I’ll explain…”

Quietly, as Deanna spoke, Selena snuck out of the room, making her way towards her and Deanna’s bedroom. She felt the stiffness in her neck as she made the proper turn and walk to enter the room, but she kept walking until she made it into the connected, large bathroom. On the counter was the yellow, plastic cup sitting on the stone counter: the medication she had gotten from the doctors after her match with Cid Turner.

Slowly, reaching out to grab, Selena unscrewed the lid to pop out two of the white pills. She took them in with a distaste forming in her body. She knew what was about to happen… easily knew the risks…

But Asher was ready to kill her. She was certain of that. Losing to Syren, even if he warped it to ‘retain his Co-World title’, he was even more dangerous. And last time he had been like that… he had piledrived Syren…

Killjoy was ready to kill her at any moment. That ever-present threat of the fiend loomed over her like the damn Sword of Damocles. And she was walking back into Nome, where she was certain he currently was…

She knew the risks… but as she ran the water, popped the pills into her mouth, and drank a mouthful of water out of her hand…

Selena knew that she had to take them…
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The Royal Letter

Uncertainty.

It’s expected after what’s happened. I’m not the World Champion anymore and I can’t guarantee a rematch will happen between me and Cid Turner. I also can’t guarantee that Breakdown won’t be like it was before I became World Champion. With the egos of Cid – acting like some real-life version of Rolling Stones “Sympathy For The Devil”, being around when Jesus Christ had his moment of doubt and pain – and Asher Hayes being…well… Asher Hayes, I can’t guarantee that we won’t have to endure at least a few minutes of meaningless primping as this Co-World Champions nonsense comes back for a second round with some validity.

Because Cid Turner IS the World Champion. He beat me. I won’t deny it. And where that leaves me, I don’t know. Trios Tournament is here, at last, and I might have a part in that. I might not. I might be in line for a rematch. I might not.

The thing is… as I prepare for tonight, I find myself not needing to have answers to those things. I find myself with my beautiful wife, Deanna, not needing to know one way or another. 

Because tonight isn’t about the Trios Tournament to me. It’s not even about the World Title to me.

Tonight is about doing what I have wanted to do for several months now. Knock Asher Hayes on his ass and knock Asher Hayes out cold!

See, Asher, I am VERY aware that you’ll be on your high horse, despite losing to Syren. Your delusion gets to last a bit longer. You get to continue your claims of being Co-World Champion. That said, I can assure you, that your night will not be ending on such a high note.

But still, I have to wonder… are you happy with this match, Asher? I mean, it’s easy to see that I am thrilled at the prospect of facing you. But are you still thrilled at the prospect of facing me? I mean, for weeks you’ve been filling your promos with challenges to me. How you’d “face me if I beat Cid Turner” or you’d “face me some day after winning the World title off of Cid” or things like that. 

But now that it’s here, I don’t believe you are. Because the last time you faced me, Asher, you didn’t seem eager to see it through. 

Remember that Breakdown match? It wasn’t too long ago. You were fighting me and when you’d had enough, you disqualified yourself by hitting me in the head with your fake title? 

Where was your exuberance of ‘beating me’ then? Where was that desire? Was it all talk? Was it all just words like the vile filth that has come out of your mouth week after week, month after month, regarding the SCW World Championship?

Or was it the same thing that happened in your match with Xander Valentine? Where Asher Hayes, for all his talents and abilities, reaches a certain level of hardship and realization of biting off more than he can chew, backs off, runs away, and calls it quits?

Tell me, Asher, is that when a match becomes “meaningless” in your mind? That moment when you realize you might not win? Is that when it joins the list of ‘meaningless matches management has saddled you with’ for you to whine about later?

That’s what you’ve been crying about for so long, right? Being held back since 2019 by management? Put in ‘meaningless matches’? And by this stupid contract you’ve cooked up with Holly’s help to try and steal the World Championship, that’s supposed to be different? 

Tell me, Asher, was the Tag League and all its matches meaningless? Was your match against Suited and Booted meaningless? Was the World Gauntlet match meaningless? Or facing Glory Braddock for the Adrenaline title multiple times? Were those all meaningless? Or perhaps the multiple Television Championship matches you had?

Please, Asher, because you seem to justify all you have done – including assaulting my wife - based on being held back and cast in ‘meaningless’ matches. What about all of that was what sent you over the edge? What about all those opportunities, opportunities that you were GIVEN while I had to scratch and claw my way to EVERY title and opportunity that I have earned in the last four years, has been so ‘unfair’ and ‘meaningless’?

Better yet, answer me this: Was my match with Cid meaningless because you inserted yourself to try and screw me out of the title? And what about tonight? Is our match meaningless? Something for you to run away from again or to try and disqualify yourself once more when you realize what I am trying to do to you?

You don’t have to answer any of that, Asher. First of all, because you’re just an ungrateful loudmouth that’s full of crap because you failed to win the world title twice over and rather than be the honorable man that I faced at Cold Blooded about a year and a half ago, you became the same old bad-guy that so many others have become… but, more importantly, because it doesn’t matter to me what your answer would be. This could be about revenge to you – blow off some steam after being beat down by Syren. This could be part of some grand plan cause you think you can “kick the Snow Queen while she’s down”. It doesn’t matter to me. It doesn’t matter what this match is to you. What matters to me is what this match means to me.

Because you were right about one thing, Asher: I’ve wanted you in this ring one-on-one so badly, it’s been like acid in my mouth. And while it gave me such joy to see not only Syren beat you, but also my wife not only kick you in the groin but drop you on your ass with a single punch…

The truth is, Asher, I can hit a HELL of a lot harder than Deanna and Syren can!

And because at my core, Asher, when you strip away the titles, the accolades, the nicknames, all of it, I am, simply put, a normal woman. Just like all of the amazing women that watch this show and work behind the scenes. Working for their families and loved ones. And I know if their loved ones were endangered, many would act as I am about to.

You have threatened my wife.
You have put your hands on my wife.
You have hurt my wife.

All to get your hands on me, seemingly, because you are ready to give me a decent match without heading for the hills this time…

Well, I am sorry to disappoint you, Asher, but a decent match is NOT what awaits you at Breakdown. As the adage goes ‘Be careful what you wish for’ and ‘hell hath no fury...”. 

Because the last person that threatened my family? The Executioner that beat you? I knocked out in minutes.
The person before that? Maybe you don’t recognize his name: Vixen Cain? I beat him and drove him out of SCW!

The result has always been the same, Asher. Threaten my family. HARM my family as you have done? I become something that nobody, least of all you, can handle or wants to deal with. I become someone that isn’t fighting for morals or ethics or the standard of SCW. I am fighting for MY family. For my wife’s RIGHT to be here! I am fighting to make you pay for all you’ve done, Asher!

You are brave in a promo, Asher, but I have seen you afraid. I have seen you give up. And this Breakdown, after you take credit for Cid’s existence again, I will remind you, and Cid, of MY existence. I will make you regret ever LOOKING at my wife with a vile thought. 

As I said, Asher, Breakdown tonight is not about Trios or Cid or the World title to me – I will deal with those when/if I get the chance. Our match? Just like with Syren, you are simply going to be beaten down badly. And whether you realize it and try to disqualify yourself or inevitably try to run, it won’t matter.

Try and hit me with your fake belt? It won’t stop me.
Try to run? I’ll follow you.
And when I have you? I will knock you out.

You wanted to face Selena Frost? You’ve got it, Asher! You’ve got Selena Frost and everything that comes with her! My rage, my passion, my love for Deanna! You will get it all until you can’t stand anymore! Until, regardless of what the A/C Unit has planned, I leave you beaten down and broken in the ring!

And that, Asher, is the one thing, in all of this, that I am CERTAIN about.

Believe it!

Best of luck,
Selena Michelle Frost

PS: Deanna Frost sends her regards.