Selena Frost vs. Giovanni Aries

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Project: Black Ice

”Inherent Risks”

The wind howling…
The storm is too strong…
She feels nothing…
‘Just keep going…’ 
The cave she had visited only twice in her life…
The miserable Snow Queen…
Hadn’t she always truly belonged to the snow and the cold?
Eyes of evil. Eyes of death. Eyes of malice and delight...
“Sleep…Along with the rest of them…”
‘I’m going to die’.
Oblivion…

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Frost Home
Manhattan, New York
October 30th, 2021

“Selena?!” 

The voice snapped Selena out of her thoughts, causing the platinum-blonde to turn around, feeling the black material swish and swirl around her frame, unintentionally making her look-

“Oh wow…” Came Deanna’s voice as she stood in the doorway of their bedroom.
“What?” Selena asked, still a little dazed from being lost in her own thoughts. “Sorry…I was thi-“
“Thinking again.” Deanna nodded as she finished her wife’s words. “You’ve been doing that a lot lately.”

A slight blush of embarrassment crept up across Selena’s cheeks. She had no idea how long she had been standing there zonked out.

“You look good.” Smiled Deanna as she leaned against the door, throwing a paw up at her beloved, along with a playful “Meow!”. 
“You think so?” Selena asked, giving another twirl in the black gown, staring at her back. “Doesn’t leave much to the imagination with the form-fitting and-“ she stared down at the material that helped define her hips and rear’s shape.

With it being Deanna’s first Halloween post-prison, Selena had insisted on her making all the decisions to celebrate the holidays, which included Halloween and the costumes therein. 

“Wait…wait…” Selena held up her hands, smiling and biting her lower-lip, possibly marring her black lipstick. “I forgot.”

Reaching onto the bed, Selena pulled off the wide, flat accessory, flicking it a little in her hands before twisting it around to place it on her head. “There.” She held her hands out, her costume complete. Deanna had chosen a simple witch outfit for Selena, which surprised the Snow Queen, thinking her wife would be more creative, until she saw Deanna’s eyes roaming up and down Selena’s body.

“You know…” she smiled out of the corner of her mouth. “If you wanted me to wear a form-fitting dress… you could have just asked.”
“Yeah…but…” Deanna shrugged. “This is more fun!”

“Which explains your…choice.” Selena raised her hand to quietly laugh at her knuckles. While her costume accentuated her curves and toned body, Deanna’s choice of costume did anything but! The redhead was covered in a black cat costume! And to be clear, this was not a ‘sexy kitty’ or ‘slutty cat’ but a genuine one, complete with a furry tummy, poofy tale and adorable, furry cat ears and paws.

“What?” Deanna asked, tilting her head and holding her paws up playfully. “I’m your black cat! Witches have black cats!”

For Selena, it was a tug of war between laughing and going ‘Awwww!’ in helpless adoration. To be honest, her wife was so damn cute! She opted for a shake of her head before walking towards her wife to cup her face and treat her with an eskimo kiss, nuzzling her nose gently against Deanna’s. “You’re cute.” She opted to remark.

“Selena! Deanna!” came the voice from downstairs. “It’s time.”

Within a second, the smiles disappeared from the two women. Carefully, Selena removed her hat from her head while Deanna removed her cat ears and shrugged out of her zip-up costume, revealing a simple red t-shirt and gray shorts underneath.

Quietly, hand-in-hand, the two women made their way out of the bedroom and down the flight of stairs. They were soon in the family room where Jean Black and Zoe Evers waited for them. Beyond them, sitting on the balcony with Gerda and her husband, Kai, were Selena and Deanna’s children, carving pumpkins into Jack O’Lanterns. For a moment, Selena regarded them, smiling a little as she watched them in their fun and play.

In truth, it was only David and Elsianna that were affected by what was going on. David was too young to really understand or care, but Elsianna… 

Selena’s eyes closed as she recalled the memory of speaking to her eldest child. The look of confusion, of surprise, followed by fear, until, to Selena’s surprise, in an act of devotion and love to her mothers, the child choosing to let her mothers’ decide for her.

It was a decision that Selena and Deanna had not been able to make without Jean and Zoe visiting them to talk about it last night, after the house was fully decorated.

“We’re sure about this?” she heard Deanna whisper beside her. 

Slowly, Selena nodded her head, her eyes jumping to Jean and Zoe as they sat at the table. The pair were there for more than advice and encouragement.

They were there to accompany the Frost family back to Nome…

With a sigh, Selena reached out towards the laptop that sat on the counter, pressing the video call button. The seconds that ticked by the chimes and tunes felt like an eternity to both women until the video clicked over and the screen showed the patient face of Talia Scythe.

“You’ve made a decision?” she asked and, despite her fear words, Selena could hear the worry in her voice. Like them, Talia had no idea what her father-in-law was up to – first with resigning as mayor of Nome and then this begging to see his grandchildren.

To answer her, Selena nodded her head. “Two weeks.” She answered. “Expect a group.”
“A group.”
“Yes.” Selena replied. “Deanna, myself, Elsianna, David, Jean and Zoe.”

The lawyer laughed a little in good humor. “Sounds more like an army.” 
“Did you expect anything less?” Selena asked. “And I am telling you, if any of us see so much as a-“
“Selena…you won’t.” Talia took a deep breath. “I need to tell you something.”

Sapphire eyes grew wide with concern. “What is it?” she asked, catching Deanna’s concern stare out of the corner of your eye.

The former enemy of the Frost family took a deep breath before she spoke. “Malcolm has also invited your family to join us.”
“What?” Deanna asked in alarm beside Selena. “The DeCarlos?”
“No.” Talia shook her head. “Jonathan and Alejandra-“

“No!” Selena shot back. “No way! I don’t know what the hell he is doing but this is not HIS game! I am not endangering my parents too!”

“Selena, I told him that!” Talia implored. “I told him you would never agree to that after what he did – what I played a part in…” there was a note of guilt in Talia’s voice that gave Selena pause. “But he… I saw him cry, Selena.” 
“He what?!” Jean laughed from behind the laptop. “Was he cutting onions or something?”
“No.” Talia shook her head. “He genuinely cried. He cried about needing you all there. About this being his only chance. He begged me to make it happen. That he would give anything – offer any assurances that no one would be harmed.”

“He could swear to give us the moon.” Selena spat. “I still wouldn’t trust him.”
Talia sighed. “I know. I know what he’s asking and I know what it’s asking of you.”

The group involved in the conversation remained silent for a moment. “But…” came Talia’s voice. “Selena, I think he’s telling the truth… I know he is. I don’t know what’s come over him and it scares the hell out of me, but whatever he is thinking, he means everything he says.”
“YOU believe him?” Selena huffed before feeling her wife’s hand slide into her own.

“I…I do.” Talia sighed. “And this could be the only chance you have to figure out about…”
“Killjoy…” Deanna whispered, squeezing Selena’s hand.

For the Snow Queen, she lifted her gaze to eye Jean and Zoe. The moment she did, she saw them both nod their heads. Casting her gaze to her children, she was filled with a worry – a panic of letting her children down, endangering their lives over a decision she was making. One last turn of the head to gaze at her wife and she was met with a nod from Deanna as well.

With a slow sigh, Selena nodded her head. “I will contact Jonathan and Alejandra and arrange it. Talia… I think you understand when I say that you had best stay out of the way when we are there. If things get sour…”
“You’ll all be armed.” Talia nodded. “I get it.”

It was a sad note to end on, but it had to be said. There was no way Selena was bringing her entire family to her most hated enemy where he could kill them all with one swoop – or Killjoy could – not without some kind of protection.

She saw the video shut off, the conversation ended. “Well…” she sighed. “I was playing on going back to Nome anyway…why not visit my almost father-in-law while we’re at it.” She tried to laugh but it sounded forced.

“It’ll be alright.” Deanna assured, squeezing her wife’s hand. “Whatever is happening, we will get some answers.”
“Deanna’s right.” Zoe offered. “And if it is just a man wishing to make amends…you won’t be haunted by refusing him.”

Jean, the more cynical individual, scoffed at that. “And if it’s a trap, we’re walking right into it.”
“I’m aware of that, Jean.” Selena sighed. “But…” 

Her mind shifted back to the image that never strayed too far. The snow, the storm, Deanna in her arms. “I have to believe in what Deanna, Talia, and Zoe have pointed out.”

Did she believe Malcolm could be saved? No. Did she wish to fully forgive him for all he had done? Not in a million years. But if she couldn’t forgive him in some way, if she couldn’t at least hear him out? After Regan, after Syren, after so many others that had threatened and harmed her family, what would that make her? 

The liar, the hypocrite, and fraud that so many people, from Vixen Cain to Xander to Autumn to Christy all the way to Giovanni Aries, Bree Lancaster, and Cid Turner had pegged her as. 

And what if he held the secret to defeating Killjoy? What if she had the chance to free her family from this threat and let it slip through her fingers?

She sighed. She was so close to having her life truly be what Killjoy wanted it to be before he killed Selena – happy. She would, as soon as Cian let her, have her rematch and regain the World Championship, maybe even defend it on the pay-per-view she started her career, and she could free her family of Killjoy… but she couldn’t do that without taking the risk. She couldn’t face Cid Turner as she was now, with so much doubt and fear on her mind.

Those eyes… Eyes she knew so well…

“We…we need to enjoy today.” She whispered, making her way over to the balcony with her wife and family in tow. “Because I think things are going to get a lot worse before they get better…” she added as she opened the balcony door, feeling the wind, more winter than fall, reach her. It wouldn’t be until she received a text later that night from a certain World Champion that she would know how right she was… 
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The Royal Letter

Memories…

They are powerful things, aren’t they? I’ve been told many times throughout my life different ways to deal with them. How they are ‘part of the past’. Some have said to ‘let go of the past’ and others have said to ‘use it to shape your future’. Others have said not to let my past define me but let it part of who I will become.

Let go.
Use it.
Let it be part of you.

So many different directions, but one thing I’ve noticed over and over again is that the past – history - tends to repeat itself. Have I not said before that “those that do not learn from history are doomed to repeat it”? I said those words at Apocalypse and, clearly, Cid Turner took those words to heart to regain the World title from me. 

That was something I wanted to prevent when Mr. O’Dwyer chose me to be the official referee at Under Attack. I wanted to prevent history repeating itself by ensuring that whoever won that triple threat match, whether it was Syren, Cannon or Cid, had done so in a way that ensured the integrity of the world title and of SCW. How many times have we had to live with a champion that won the title through interference? Or a champion that retained through distractions or cheating? Do I even need to bring up the Co-World Champion crap we had to put up with for most of this year?

Maybe I was wrong to not push to be added to the world title match at Under Attack, and I’m sorry to those in the SCW Universe that wanted to see me compete that night, but I don’t regret what I was charged to do. What Deanna and I ensured that night. Because this – all of this: SCW, the world title, what that title represents, it’s not JUST about me or the others. It’s about all of you. Those that watch a main-event, WANTING a main-event that’s worthy of your time, faith, investment, trust, all of it! 

So am I going to step aside from being ‘next in line for the title’ to ensure that for you? Am I going to wait for my title shot for the greater cause? You’re damn right I am because all of you, the SCW Universe, and what SCW means to you and to me easily outweighs ‘how soon can I regain the world championship’!

With that task complete, however, I can focus on what is ahead of me, and yes, I am aware that, in about two weeks, I will be getting my chance to take back the world championship from Cid Turner. I am beyond excited for that – I am chomping at the bit to fight Cid once more.

But I can’t dwell on that tonight. There is a far more dangerous challenge in my immediate future. And for those of you who wonder why I consider this more dangerous a match, well, you’ve only to look at my opponent’s resume of sorts and the history he and I have.

At Under Attack, we saw the return/reinstatement of Giovanni Aries, the man that tried to ‘conquer SCW’ with his Wonderland, tried to kill our boss by fighting him, an old, non-wrestler and piledriving him, the list is a massive one when you consider what this man has done to people and to SCW.

And, believe me, True Believers, I would love to be the avenging angel to those people. To say that this is match is for Mr. D.. To say that this match is for those that were lied to and mislead by Giovanni Aries. But then I would be lying. I’d be promising something I couldn’t possibly deliver to them – like Cid Turner continues to do.

No, Giovanni. Tonight, your first match back… it’s for me.

I won’t avenge Mr. D by piledriving you or trying to get rid of you or injure you like you have to me over and over again throughout the years. Thing is, as much as I dislike you, you’re clearly here at the allowance of SCW management and O’Dwyer. They see something in you – something you can bring to SCW… and no, it isn’t ‘salvation’ or ‘nirvana’.

Yeah, I’ve been reading your latest tweets as you harass Jordan Majors and it’s interesting. A man that proclaimed to trying to get people to ‘embrace the wonderland’ goes from that to ‘saving all from the Lizard King’s influence’, to ‘burning down the Lizard Kingdom’ to now back to ‘saving all from the Lizard King’s influence’.

Oh, I’m sorry – there is one little difference. This particular version of ‘saving’ comes at a fee of over a hundred dollars. Uh-huh.

Quick question, Gio. If someone’s already subscribed to salvation from Gleenorb, does your ‘saving’ come at a discounted price? Like a ‘Holly Adams bundle pack’ – two saviours and a free life-coaching session? Or is it like Disney + and Netflix and you just have to divide your time accordingly?

*chuckle*

You know what? I am so sick of seeing this. Wrestlers acting like gods – like they are above the SCW Universe or their fellow wrestlers. Offering something incredible and beyond supreme wrestling, high standard, and entertainment and always failing to deliver. Seriously, Gio, how did your last attempt at ‘salvation’ go?

Remember how you tried to ‘free’ Owen Cruze? Where’s he? Disgraced his family and quit SCW in anger.
What about your Wonderland followers? Cain Adams and Alice Ames? You haven’t even mentioned them since you got back. Those that believed in you. Where are they?
What about Konrad Raab? Your ‘rainbow warrior’? How did your ‘enlightenment’ and ‘salvation’ help him?!

See, you can paint your promises in a new color and a fresh coat and say ‘it’s a new Giovanni!’, but the SCW Universe is far smarter than that. They know a fraud when they see one. They know a con-artist when they see one. And you, sir, are still the same con-artist that you were when you left. 

Which suits me just fine. 

Because, as I said, I want this match. I have wanted this match for a long time. Longer than you can imagine. And I want it against the Giovanni Aries that I know. Because when I think of you – when I see your face – the match my mind goes back to… is the scaffold.

Looking up as I fell into the abyss, seeing you grinning wickedly at me as I fell.
The only thought in my head was the safety of my wife before all went to oblivion.

I hated you for that, Giovanni. That you, a man swearing to ‘save’ people would laugh at my wife’s endangerment. Would delight in trying to ‘destroy me’ as you vowed over and over again and bragged about doing later.

And, because of your shifty ways, I never got a chance to pay you back for that. I survived, I picked myself up and carried myself through SCW, letting that night be just another scar – one of the many -that marked me. 

But, oh, how much I have wanted to pay you back for that! How much I wanted to show you just how little of my soul you destroyed and how little of me you ‘owned’. Like with Xander Valentine when I silenced him at RTG and again in a Last Person Standing match, I wanted to stand defiantly in your presence and show you just how much of a fraud you truly are!

And for two long years, that was not to be. SCW and my sister came first and then, I was given the chance to become World Champion again and I took it while you chose, like so many times before, to run away and hide. But that memory – that part of my past – I have not forgotten it. I have not allowed myself to. 

And now? I need to. I need to fight you. I need to beat you down – not for the sake of SCW or for revenge from Mr. D. or Owen Cruze or Konrad or the countless others. SCW will survive whatever your plans are, as it has before. No, I have to do this because, soon, I will have to risk everything against Cid Turner…

And I won’t beat him as I am now.

When Cid fought me at Apocalypse, there was something more there. Something I did not understand fully at the time. In his eyes, in his movements, in his words, in his actions. And that has only grown since then. He says its ‘Gleenorb’. Sharper and Knots say its confidence…

I know what it really is. And, right now? I’m not ready to face that again. 

But I have to be. I have to be ready in two weeks time. I need to find something in me that will bring me to that level once again. Something in me that will make him doubt. Make him fear me. Make him realize who I truly am.

Hanging onto our past, Giovanni, will only hinder me. So tonight, I look to finish it. To find the closure I never received these long two years. I believe in Jordan Majors. I believe she will expose you and your ‘nirvana’ as Regan, myself, Mr. D. and others exposed you and your ‘Wonderland’ in the past. I believe that the SCW Universe believes in SCW and what it means more than enough to deny your ‘money-scheme’ and BS – to see right through them.

In that, SCW and Majors do not Selena Frost. For this…for tonight… for what is to happen in two weeks… I need Selena Frost.

I need the Snow Queen.
I need the Winter’s Knight.
I need the Alaskan Dragon.
I need the Face of SCW.

But what I don’t need after tonight – what I don’t want after tonight – is the ghost of our past. What I don’t need, Giovanni, is your salvation.

And neither does SCW… Truthfully? We never did.

Believe it, Giovanni. And tell Cid… he’s next.

Sincerely,
Selena Michelle Frost