Giovanni Aries & Cid Turner vs. Selena Frost & Deanna Frost**

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”…I hope so…” Selena offered a smile to the young woman, named Connie, according to her nametag if Deanna’s eyes were working correctly, as she watched her wife move to the side and point towards the redhead from where she stood just a few yards away. “Do you see that woman there?”

“Yes, I do.” Connie remarked, slightly unsure of the direction such a question was leading, clearly different from the atypical ‘Where is so and so?’ that she was used to in her 9-5 full-time job.

“Well…” Selena smiled at the young employee. “That is my wife, Deanna.” The platinum-blonde began. “She is the mother of my child, and she is the reason that we are able to shop here today.”

Awkwardly, Connie nodded her head. “Oh…okay…”

“See-“ Selena continued, unfazed, her eyes on the redhead, whose cheeks were begin to dust with a slight blushing at her wife’s actions. “There was a time that I was in a rather bad place – and I mean a REALLY bad place. Like rock-bottom, ready to quit everything, curl up into a hole and just let oblivion take me. I was simply going through the motions of life. Nothing, not even my job, could bring me fulfillment like it use to. And then, she came into my life. Unintentional, a matter of luck, really. But in she came and…” Selena sighed, a content smile and sigh coming from her. “Ever since, I’ve never had to feel that way again. Never had to feel so low and worthless. Because she makes me feel like I can do anything, be anything, achieve anything.” Despite herself, Deanna could see her wife’s sapphire eyes become a little misty from the emotions Selena was channelling, causing her own eyes to well up a little. “She literally saved my life.” She heard Selena conclude. “And she does it every day.”

A long, pregnant silence followed the trio for a good twenty seconds, Selena and Deanna only able to keep their eyes on each other.

“Um… well, if you’re shopping for baby-stuff, we have baby food in aisle 4.” Connie tried lamely, effectively breaking the moment but also the tension. Giving an amused laugh, Selena thanked the woman, even tipping her an hour’s wages for her time before letting the young woman get back to work, the Snow Queen returning to her wife’s side.

“Was that necessary?” Deanna tried to chastise as she wiped the tears away from her eyes.
“It is if you need it to be.” Selena whispered, reaching out to wrap her arms around her wife, holding her snugly to her form. “Because if I have to tell that to every person we meet so you can understand your worth, then I will.”

Despite her chin resting on Deanna’s mane of red hair, Selena ‘felt’ her wife roll her eyes at her statement.

“That won’t be necessary.” Deanna huffed a little. “I’m just being emotional.” 

The two in better spirits it seemed, they managed to finish their shopping for the week, making their way out of the store without any further delays or difficulties, except for a rather entitled driver honking his horn loudly as Deanna was trying to pass, the large vehicle whizzing past her as if it had the right-a-way.

“Hey!” Deanna called out, mildly irritated. “Lady with a baby here!”, causing Selena to laugh a little. 

“New York traffic.” She remarked as she pushed the cart.

“Apparently so.” Deanna sighed. They had been living in their new ‘forever home’ only a few weeks now – Deanna’s birthday present (one of many from the Snow Queen) – but they had lived in New York a bit longer and yet the redhead still was not used to the aggressive nature of its drivers. “Everyone is in hurry it seems.” She sighed, keeping her hand on her pregnant belly as she crossed the parking lot space to get to their parked Jeep Liberty. “It’s so strange. Because our neighbourhood seems so nice – Gerda helping babysit Elsa, all the ‘neighbourhood events’ we’ve been invited to already. It’s like it’s a quiet world onto itself and- Selena?”

It was only after putting some of the lightest items in the backspace trunk of the Liberty amidst her ramblings that Deanna realized that her wife was not helping her pack the van. Turning her head a little, she spied the platinum-blonde staring off down the parking lot to a nearby space. Following her gaze, Deanna felt her heart sink a little when she saw the tall, tanned beauty dressed in a leather jacket and black pants. In a word, the woman screamed ‘model’, complete with a bust that seemed to defy gravity to the redhead’s eyes. She was sure the woman was even taller than Selena. With a saunter that exemplified the woman’s awareness of her looks, she strolled towards the grocery store they had just exited.

“She…seems nice…” Deanna replied glumly, casting her gaze over her ‘enlarged’ self dejectedly. “Go and talk to her. I’ll finish packing the car.”

In response, Selena turned her head back to Deanna, a look of absolute confusion. “What? What are you talking about?”

“The girl you were staring at.” Deanna replied. “She went into the store.”
“Girl?” Selena asked, casting her gaze around before spying the woman just as she entered the grocery store. “Oh, gods.” Selena laughed. “I wasn’t…” she laughed a bit more before leaning in to capture her wife’s lips in strong, reassuring kiss. 

“She’s not my type.” Selena remarked. “I like my women redheaded, cute and sexy at the same time, and, if the occasion calls for it, pregnant with my baby.” She purred sweetly, leaning up to nibble on Deanna’s earlobe, earning a shudder from the redhead.

“Selena…” Deanna whined a little, shifting a little as her body clearly reacted to her wife’s actions. “Then what were you looking at?”

“Oh…” Selena sighed, turning a little to the side to give Deanna a better look. “That.” She gestured to the same spot the ‘model’ had been standing, specifically the vehicle the woman had parked with. In the space stood a sleek red and black number that caused Deanna to tilt her head for a moment before turning her gaze back to Selena.

“A motorcycle?” Deanna asked in surprise, earning an exhaled sigh and a nod from the taller Selena.

“I use to love looking at them.” Selena remarked. “There was a repair shop on 73rd that I would visit just to walk around and see the models. They were…” she sighed. “They were like the ultimate ‘rebel’ thing, you know?” She cast her gaze over to her wife. “You know that big hill that leads up to my old house in Nome?”

“Yeah.” Deanna nodded, having visited her wife’s home a few times before in the year plus of their relationship. “Monster Hill, right?”

Selena nodded. “I use to ride my back down the hill without pedaling wearing my leather jacket, pretending that I was actually driving some sleek motorcycle. A total badass in leather.” She mused. “Giving Anastasia a heart-attack or something. I even got-” Reaching into her wallet, Selena pulled out a plastic card, at least ten years old. On it was a young sixteen-year old Selena Frost, complete with her then information with the letter ‘M’ marked on it. Laughing a little, she handed the plastic over to Deanna. “I even got a driver’s license for a motorcycle. Anastasia demanded I get my G and I spent the money on getting lessons and getting my M instead. She was furious.”

“Shocking.” Deanna smiled, laughing at the horrid picture of the very content Selena. “So why didn’t you get one?”
“I fought her on it, of course she won. She had the money.” Selena remarked. “I eventually got my G as she demanded.”
“But what about after? Like when she left you to live on your own?”
“Are you kidding?” laughed Selena. “At a waitresses’ salary? No way I could afford that. And then when I was with Ryan, well, Elsianna came along, and of course, the fiancée of the son of the mayor of Nome couldn’t be so rebellious, gods that would have been fun!” the Snow Queen remarked amusingly. “Ryan would have blown a gasket for sure.”

Despite herself, Selena continued to gaze at the motorbike with a nostalgic smile.

“Why don’t you get it?” The voice came from the pregnant Deanna, regaining Selena’s attention, the platinum-blonde’s gaze going wide-eyed.

“What? No! I couldn’t-“
“Why not?” Deanna smiled good naturedly. “I’m sure it wouldn’t cost much to retake the test or get some driving lessons to resharpen your skills-“

“Deanna.” Selena sighed, reaching out to caress her wife’s face before turning back to their shopping cart to pull the heavier bags into the large Jeep. “It’s a seasonal vehicle. Good for only, at most, six months of the year. I can’t justify such an expense like that.”

“But you-“ Deanna started but a jerk of Selena’s head, sapphire eyes gazing at her, silenced her.

“We have the house to worry about. It still needs to be furnished a bit more. Furniture, televisions, clothes for the baby and for Elsianna.” She shook her head. “We don’t need it. Besides…” she finished putting the bags away in the Jeep before reaching up and pulling the trunk door closed. “I don’t need to be a ‘rebel’ anymore.” She offered her wife a smile. “I can be whatever I want with you.”

“Yeah, but…” Deanna tried again, but Selena was already on the move, walking over to the driver’s side of the Liberty and opening the door to enter it. With a sigh, Deanna cast one last glance at the motorcycle across the way before rejoining her wife, opening the door and entering the Jeep. While she did her seatbelt, the redhead offered a glance to the platinum-blonde.

“You’re allowed to have good things just for you, Selena.” She tried, emerald eyes gazing lovingly at Selena.

A slow smile breaking across her features, Selena reached over to turn the key and start the car before reaching that same hand over to take Deanna’s closest one. “That’s why I have you.” She answered again, squeezing her wife’s hand affectionately, biting her lower lip as a wicked thought came to her. “And besides… I’m sure riding you is far more fun.” She winked, earning a playful slap on the arm by her wife.

“No hitting.” Selena laughed. “I’m driving.”

“Yes. Driving me crazy.” Deanna rolled her eyes.
“That’s why you married me.” Selena countered as the pair drove away, heading back to their new ‘forever’ home…
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Central Park
Manhattan, New York
April 10th, 2022
2:43pm

Deanna gazed down at her wife’s expression as Selena’s head rested in her lap, the world champion having fallen asleep about half an hour ago. Gently, Deanna ran a hand through the strands of platinum-blonde, gently caressing part of Selena’s forehead too. 

Lifting her head, the redhead spotted her wife’s motorcycle parked just a short-ways away in the parking lot, the sight of it bringing a smile to her face.

It had not been easy to acquire. Not because they couldn’t afford it – well, yes that had been an issue back in 2016, as most of their resources went towards fixing up their forever house, on top of any extra expenses for SCW, and, most importantly, the arrival of their prince, little David. But shortly after their son had been born, Deanna had gotten to work cutting the family budget here and there, as well as selling some of her personal items on eBay and other places – and the bonuses from Selena being Adrenaline and World champion for a time. It had taken her till 2017, during that war between Vixen Cain, Kelcey Wallace and Selena over the World title that took up the whole spring/summer that she managed to purchase the used 2016 Kawasaki Ninja. 

She had been so scared that Selena would chastise her for it. That her wife would remark on wasting money and resources for a used vehicle… but…

Deanna cast her gaze back down upon her wife’s sleeping face. Her beloved had lit up like a Christmas tree at seeing it. She had immediately gone to work, spending hours a day working on it and learning about how motorcycles worked, even regaining her M license in her order to drive it – which she finally managed to do during the RTG break after she defeated Vixen Cain.

Deanna remembered so much of that time – the smile on her wife’s face as she rode it for the first time. The tears Selena had shed when she had finished said ride and parked it in the garage. 

“I’d do anything to keep you that happy.” Deanna whispered, caressing her wife’s face once more.

She had seen that same kind of happiness throughout the years. With their children, when Selena had won the world championship for the first time and again when she won it against Cid for the first time in four years, when they had been reunited over a year ago from Deanna’s incarceration. And…

Deanna tucked a stray lock of red hair behind her ear as she remembered the last time she had seen her wife so utterly happy. It had been when Deanna had won her first match, defeating Diamond Steele on Breakdown. After months of training, Deanna was no longer ‘winless’ in SCW! 

Selena had been so proud…

With a tilt of her head, Deanna sighed, her breath escaping on the air as she leaned against the tree the couple sat/lay under. Her wife looked so tired, peaceful but tired. Ever since she had become world champion again, it was like every setback only pushed her further to work harder. She would train with Deanna first, but, after Deanna had ‘done enough’ according to Selena, Selena would then set off to do her own workout, as if she had another ‘level’ of workout she needed to accomplish.

It was almost superhuman in Deanna’s mind – and just as terrifying. Eventually, she was certain, her wife would burn out. And what then? What would happen to Selena? The World title? The integrity of SCW? 

All I want to do is make you happy… her mind thought again. Except she didn’t know how.

She was terrified of Breakdown. Fighting Twin Magic or even the Connection was one thing, there was some semblance of ‘wrestling’ in that, for the most part. But fighting The Brand again? Deanna shook her head. Last time she had been in the ring with Cid and Giovanni, they had had Jordan Majors with them to help make up for Deanna’s inexperience. 

But Jordan was gone…

Biting her lower lip, Deanna closed her eyes to slowly inhale the spring breeze, trying to calm herself. Just admit it. She told herself. Admit that you’re scared. 

“Okay…” she whispered, trying not to wake Selena. “I’m scared. I’m 25 years old and I’m scared.” She wasn’t sure why she mentioned her new age, but it helped. She was scared of what Cid and Giovanni would do to Selena. Cid had nailed Autumn Valentine in the head with the Adrenaline title last week just to save his coward of a ‘boss’ in Holly Adams and Giovanni couldn’t go a week without tweeting about Selena in some form or fashion.

The man was obsessed with her! Like some stalker who couldn’t take the hint.

Did they even care if they won or lost against The House of Frost? Holly Adams sure as hell didn’t last week. The Connection didn’t last week! And Deanna didn’t even want to think about the tag-team champions and whatever messed up perceptions they had about tag matches. It seemed the only team that wanted to show any kind of actual wrestling was her and Selena – and they were still green as a tag-team!

Again, her eyes found her wife’s features. Cid and Giovanni – they only saw this woman as the world champion. They only saw this as ‘beating the world champion’ or ‘sending a message to the world champion’, same as Kandis had with the tag-champions. 

They would hurt her…hurt her beloved wife. Maybe even throw away the match like Twin Magic had without a second thought, leaving The House of Frost having, once again, proven nothing when all they wanted to do was show what they were capable of as a tag-team.

Despite herself, memories flooded Deanna’s mind of Selena being hurt. With long, deep cuts covering her back and sides, with her holding her ribs, limping on her foot, bleeding from her forehead, throwing up from a concussion…

She felt hot tears prick her eyes at the memories. “Yeah…” she whispered. “I’m definitely scared.” She whispered. Unable to help herself, she leaned over to softly press her lips against Selena’s forehead.

“I’ll protect you.” She whispered. “I’ll do all I can to protect you.” She added to the vow, though she jerked back a little as she felt her wife stir under her. A second later, sapphire eyes flew open as Selena awoke, the Snow Queen sitting up to stretch her back.

“Was I asleep long?” she asked but stopped herself when she felt something on her face. Reaching a pale hand up, Selena wiped at her cheek to see the drops of water. “Was I crying in my sleep?” she asked, her voice filling a little with guilt.

“Oh…no.” Deanna wiped at her eyes quickly. “I mean… did you have a bad dream or something?”

“Uh…” the woman shrugged in her leather jacket. “Same dream as always.”

Deanna nodded. The platinum-blonde had disclosed her dreams to the redhead. How they were often so similar. Snowy desert, glowing yellow eyes, her wife’s eventual death, oblivion…

“Have you considered seeing a doctor?” Deanna asked, earning another shrug from Selena.
“I don’t know.” Selena sighed. “I’m not opposed to the idea, but what is he going to tell me that I don’t already know?”

Moving a little to sit beside Deanna, the young world champion cast her gaze to her wife. “I’m scared.”

“You are?!” Deanna asked, eyes wide.
“Utterly terrified.” Selena sighed. “I mean… we were supposed to approach this tag thing slowly, you know? Get you use to things! Get US use to things. Start off small with similar opponents, learn how to work against them, how to pace ourselves. Focus on the wrestling – just… just for fun! No demands, no requesting titles or anything. Just us…”

“Enjoying being together?” Deanna finished the statement, earning a nod from Selena.

“But now?” she shook her head. “If it was anyone else, I wouldn’t be worried. But it’s Cid and Giovanni… and with you and I…” She turned her gaze back to Deanna. “Please don’t be mad at me.” She sighed. “I believe in you… I love you.”

“I love you too.” 

“But we’re not ready for this. They’re sick and twisted and desperate and if Twin Magic and the Connection don’t give a shit about facing us to the end, what the hell are they going to do?”

Deanna nodded. “I’m not mad.” She assured, reaching out to squeeze her wife’s hand. “I’m scared too.” 

Selena remained silent, allowing Deanna to continue. “One’s bitter that you beat him twice for the world title and the other is obsessed with you – there is NOTHING about this that feels right to me. Maybe if you had Regan…”

She didn’t mean to say that last part but there it was. If Frozen Hell had been around, Selena wouldn’t have any hesitation. They would have walked into Breakdown, guns blazing and laid siege to the arrogant and entitled “Brand” with their personal ‘brand’ of ass-kicking.

But The House of Frost? With Deanna still new to all of this?

“What are we going to do?” Deanna asked, her eyes gazing at Selena, desperate for an answer.

The Snow Queen took a deep breath, remaining silent for several minutes, before pushing herself to her feet, offering a hand to her beloved. “We get back to work.” She replied, helping Deanna to stand. “And whatever happens – whatever they throw at us… we keep fighting.”

Slowly, the redhead gave a small nod. “No matter what?” she asked, earning another nod from Selena. “We’re going to need a long shower after.” She sighed, wincing at the thought of the rough night they were headed towards.

“The longest.” Selena replied, biting her lower lip as a wicked thought crossed her mind. “Think we can make theirs longer?”

The redhead seemed to think for a moment before nodding her head as the two headed towards Selena’s motorcycle. “Worth a shot!” she remarked. “I think they’d look good with matching headaches and black eyes!”