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Selena Frost vs. Polly Pingotti - Konrad Raab - 07-06-2024
Steel Cage Match
2 RP Limit for singles
3500 Word Limit Per RP
Deadline: 11:59:59 pm ET Wednesday, July 3, 2024
RE: Selena Frost vs. Polly Pingotti - SnowQueenSCW - 07-09-2024
Villain of the Year
”Last Day”
PS 290 The Manhattan New School
Manhattan, New York
July 4th, 2024
3:45pm
She could already hear the loud noises coming from the other side of the auditorium, and she hadn’t even opened the doors yet. It wasn’t the voices of children playing or having lunch – no. School had ended and been dismissed last week. The school season over, the children released for their two months of ‘fun in the sun’.
At least for some…
Another set of noises hit her ears again and Selena Frost quickly recognized it as the sound of outrage and frustration. She didn’t have to wonder why. She held the answer in her hand. It had been just shy of twenty-four hours ago when she had received a phone call from Deanna, the redhead begging Selena to come visit her and the children at their ‘Forever Home’.
Can I even call it that now? Quickly, the Snow Queen banished the thought. She had rushed there as fast as her Aston Martin DB12 could drive, weaving in and out of the interstate lanes and streets, knowing the route by heart, until she was parked in the familiar driveway. She had burst into the house, wearing her black trackpants and gray shirt – a stark contrast to the black pantsuit with light blue undershirt she wore (though her hair was the same as it had been the other day – her iconic braid) – to the sound of crying. While she must have looked a mess, coming from a rather intense workout she had been doing (thank SCW and management and even, to a lesser degree, Josh Hudson for that) with only a brief stint of time to wash, dry and change her clothes quickly, she hadn’t cared as she was immediately beside her wife’s – ex-wife? WHATEVER! – side. It was then that she had been given the letter she now held in her hands and informed of everything that had happened.
In-between suddenly-developed hiccups due to his crying, David had cried out how he had failed. That he wasn’t going to be allowed to play sports this spring and summer and some other things the platinum-blonde hadn’t been able to fully understand with his trembling voice. The letter and Deanna had been more informative.
In short, the school – as the letter outlined – “after much deliberation and several difficulties” had decided not to proceed with the ‘Summer School Project’ that Selena had suggested and volunteered to back with her larger income/bonuses. Standing in the hallway, Selena’s heart mimicked the ‘drop’ it had felt yesterday, as if remembering it as she gazed down at the letter in the hand. The letter that doomed David’s chances of fixing his mistake.
It was a vast contrast to what she had heard of the boy. Deanna had confided in Selena earlier in the week of the boy’s behaviour and remarks towards the redhead regarding summer school, as well as his childish tantrum that had left Deanna more than a little rattled, perhaps why she had seemed so off when she had called Selena this morning to go-over their plan for today’s meeting.
Hope she’s not too distracted… Selena thought for a moment. Probably why Bree got one over on her last Breakdown.
She released a long breath, the young woman putting the pieces of events together. It was so… it seemed fitting and ‘too coincidental to be real’ if that made any sense. The letter had outlined a requested meeting today for all parents to discuss the future for the ‘failing students’ – with the end result not looking good. And with Deanna needing to head to Memphis for Breakdown, that left only one option for the Frost family.
Selena gulped. Herself.
The pressure and implication of the situation returned on Selena’s shoulders, the world champion feeling the absolute weight of it. Even distracted with these events, Deanna could not no-show Breakdown when The Enigma and now Knox were out there. Which meant her only choice was to ask and trust Selena to do ‘what was best’ for their child.
Selena felt the shiver in her spine at the thought. If you had said that this whole thing was ‘divine providence’, the world champion would actually, partially, believe you. She wasn’t needed for Breakdown, management requesting her to have a sit-down interview with Adam Sharper earlier in the week and then, after said meeting, asking her to stay home and allow the show to focus more on the Adrenaline tournament to crown a new contender and focus on the wrestling for the main event.
It was… Selena sighed with a little guilt. A good decision.
She had to admit that. There had been so much drama and problems these past few weeks, more than she cared to admit and much of it centered around her and the world championship. She hadn’t been too fond of the clusterfuck that had been her last match – grateful as she was to have survived it without injury – and then there was all the matches that were ending in DQs and interferences and whatnot. A return to ‘the best wrestler’ in a tournament? It certainly had its appeal. And with people like Marie Jones and YUYO and even Gavin Taylor. Maybe it would come back to haunt her, but Selena, at least privately, could appreciate SCW focusing on such a tournament of hard work and passion with – hopefully – the best wrestler of that selection, prevailing.
I’ll have to see later tonight. she made a mental note to tune in just as she heard more noise coming from the auditorium, with the nerves returning as she did, making the young woman regret not having taken at least one pill of NX to quell them.
No. Not for this. She told herself. Last thing she wanted was to risk having an incident and ruining her last chance to save her son and, perhaps, impress her… impress Deanna.
She had to believe, in her heart, that something – or someone – had given her this opportunity, a happenstance that she could not fail. Much like that sham of a fatal-fourway, she had managed not only to survive, but win the damn match through seizing the moment. The officials coming in right at that time, the others being distracted by the fallen Aaron Demitria, Kandis and Polly knocked down and Scott having her back to Selena and left wide-open for The Glass Shard. Another happenstance and Selena hadn’t wasted it then, just like she couldn’t waste it now.
She needed to take advantage of Deanna’s absence – to solve this problem however possible! To show her wife- to show Deanna – how she was still… still Selena. Still the children’s mother. Still a protector of their family!
Won’t happen unless you get in there! her devil-voice shouted in a mental growl, causing Selena to reach for the door and pull it open… just in time for said doors to fly open as a crowd of angry adults came marching through. They were a myriad of races, clothes, colors of said clothes, it was like a riot march as the small group of parents (Selena assumed) marched past her, their voices a cacophony of noise, though Selena definitely picked up a curse word or two - Thank Odin the kids are out of school now.
She let the crowd walk past her, none of whom paid any mind to her, and waited until the last of them were out of sight before she swung around using the door handle, propelling herself forward and into the auditorium. She first saw the sea of blue plastic chairs with metal legs, no doubt neatly arranged but now some out of place, probably due to the angry mob leaving them that way. The disheveled nature of the chairs, in fact, was probably why the remaining people in the room were straightening them, Selena specifically spying the two women to the far left first.
“So…” she tried, speaking up to gain their attention as the eyes of David’s teacher, Ms. Harris, and the principal, Mrs. Warlow, looked up to gaze at her. “I’m guessing everything went well?” she offered lamely with an equally lame smile as she watched the two women straighten some of the chairs.
With a sad sigh, the younger Ms. Harris shook her head, waiting for the taller Selena to reach her. “Not at all.” She answered openly. “I’m guessing you’re here about the letter, too?”
Without a word, Selena held up the paper her son had brought home with him.
“Yeah…” Harris sighed. “We have about thirty parents that feel the same way.”
“Shouldn’t be too surprised.” Mrs. Warlow remarked, though she couldn’t bring her eyes to meet Selena’s right away.
“What happened?” Selena asked plainly. “Was it a matter of money?” she thought. “Because I can give more.”
An unintended laugh escaped Ms. Harris, the woman covering her mouth with her hand upon hearing herself. “Sorry.” She quickly spoke. “But it sounded so bad there for a second. Like you were bribing us.”
“Hardly the time for such things, Evette.” Wardlow remarked. “You’re still representing the school here.”
“Sorry.” Her smile disappeared immediately as Ms. Harris readopted her previous demeanour. “One big problem is, Mrs. Frost,” She explained. “is that the parents of the board that did not have any children involved in this project became very vocal.”
Selena raised an eyebrow. “Why would they even care if their children weren’t involved?”
“Because it’s a matter of fairness.”
The voice was like harsh ice down Selena’s spine (in a BAD way), the shrillness of the tone recognizable in an instant, forcing the platinum-blonde to turn around to see the poofy hair, long eyelashes and long nails of Leslie Sanderson, the archnemesis of the Frost family within the Black Arrow Neighbourhood.
“Hello, Seleeena.” Leslie smiled smugly. “Did you forget the meeting was today?” she eyed the taller woman. “That would explain the rather…messy look?”
Selena raised an eyebrow. “Leslie. Didn’t know the circus was back in town. With that much makeup, you going for being a clown both inside and outside the neighbourhood?”
“Oh…” the shorter Leslie gave a tilt of her head along with a shrilly laugh. “So funny. When was the last time you were in the neighbourhood, anyway? Haven’t seen you around.” Her dark eyes narrowed. “Trouble at home.”
She knew where to strike, Selena had to give her that, her own sapphire eyes narrowing at the very painful jab. “Watch it, Sanderson.” She warned. “I’ve got more than enough money to cover a lawsuit so I can sock you in the mouth.”
“Always with the violence with you.” Leslie tsked knowingly. “So uncivilized. But what can you expect from-“
“Oh please finish that sentence!” Selena prompted. “With witnesses here, I’ll have more than enough reason to beat you senseless!”
Wisely, the manicured woman halted her words, instead choosing to adjust her red coat with leopard fur trim. “Well, anyway. What I was saying earlier is that the matter is ‘fairness’.” She recentered her gaze on Selena, Harris and Wardlow. “And the board agreed with me-“
“You’re on the board?!” Selena realized with widening eyes.
“She’s the lead on those against the ‘Summer School’ project.” Evette quickly explained.
“Of course she is!” Selena laughed bitterly. Happenstance…
“As. I. Was. Saying.” Leslie stressed. “The board agrees with me that this little ‘summer school’ seems like nothing more than more taxes for the parents-“
“I’m paying for all of it!” Selena tried but was immediately silence by a raised finger by the still speaking Sanderson.
“ANNNNNNNNDDDDD!” she drew out the word. “And unfair to the children that worked hard and earned their high grades the right way. Like my little boy, Willy.” She beamed. “Top of his class.”
Though she could not see it, Selena was sure at least Harris or Wardlow were rolling their eyes at the idea of a mother trying to see ‘rank’ in a public-school class, even as Leslie continued speaking.
“Why should those cheaters get a free-pass and a second chance when my boy – I mean, the other kids - worked so hard to get good grades?” she finished, eyeing Selena at the word ‘cheaters’. “Proper punishment must be established.”
The Snow Queen felt her jaw tighten at the woman’s words. “That what this letter is meant to be? You squashing a couple of kids’ future?”
“I’m not squashing anything.” Leslie shot back defensively, though more mockingly. “I’m just saying that, in school and in life, we need to let the cream rise to the top. And for those with bad-behaved kids…” she once more eyed Selena. “Perhaps you need to lower your expectations on their futures.”
“Lower our expectations on their futures?” Selena asked sharply.
“Right.” Leslie grinned. “Like a garbageman. Or perhaps a PA server for JC Penny’s?”
Leslie wasn’t an actress or anything of the sort. She was as easy to read as a book. Her last slew of words had been directed at Selena with zero subtly. For a moment, she was glad that Deanna was nowhere near them at this time, because she was certain the redhead would have noticed it too and slapped the big-haired brunette to the floor.
“JC Penny’s, huh?” Selena smiled bitterly. “Sounds like a blast.” Moving her hand, the platinum-blonde covered her mouth overtop to create an echo. “Attention JC Penny shoppers, please disregard the bigoted idiot in aisle five! That’s disregard bigoted idiot. Aisle five!” she lowered her hand, hearing the stifled chuckles coming from behind her (from Ms. Harris, she gathered).
Less than amused, Leslie pursed her lips, putting her hands on her hips. “You can make jokes all you want, Selena. But the fact is that your ‘summer school’ project has been vetoed.” She waved her hands. “Natta. Not happening. Meaning those kids…” she eyes the Snow Queen. “And yours, get to repeat the grade.” She gave a little laugh at the thought, only further irking Selena, the wrestler wanting so desperately to knock the woman out like she had Polly Pignotti a few weeks ago. One good kick…
FOCUS! growled her devil-voice. She only wins if you let her affect you…
Slowly, gathering her calm, Selena turned her head towards Mrs. Warlow and Ms. Harris. “And you’re okay with this?” she asked plainly. “With failing thirteen kids?”
“Of course not.” Warlow remarked. “Mrs. Sanderson raised some concerns, but…” giving a sigh and a look around, the principal moved closer to Selena. “The fact of the matter is that while some people see it as unfair, the real matter is we don’t have enough teachers that want to take this on, with some of them in support of Mrs. Sanderson’s notion.” She explained. “In order for an accurate performance to be maintained, we need at least four teachers to teach throughout the week for the thirteen students.”
“Four?” Selena asked with a raised eyebrow, earning a nod from Warlow.
“Four for the basics. Math, Reading, Writing and Physical Education.”
“Physical Education?” Selena asked.
Again, Warlow nodded. “It usually culminates in a fun kind of competition at the end of the school year. Classes of the same grade go against each other.” She gave a wave of her hand to shorten the explanation. “Not important. What’s important is that the intensive needs those four subjects of various difficulties for each grade in order to have them redo their exams and move on to the next grade.”
“And you can’t get four teachers?” Selena asked, rather surprised. “Can’t we just offer more money or something?”
“It’s not that simple, Mrs. Frost.” Ms. Harris explained. “We only have three Physical Education teachers. One is in not in support of this program. The other two are on maternity leave.”
“Two pregnant teachers at the same time?!” Sapphire eyes went wide. “Must be something in the water-“
“No…” Evette shook her head. “Two of the Phys. Ed teachers are married. When one went on maternity leave, her wife went with her.”
“Oh….” Selena had to think about that for a moment before understanding hit her. “OH!” she smiled. “Good for them!”
She heard a snort and scoff come from behind her – Leslie, no doubt – and she chose to ignore it. “But come on! You mean there’s not a TA or someone that can come in?”
“Not in a week’s time with a lesson plan, no.” Warlow shook her head, her silver-gray hair moving with it. “It’s too short-notice.”
While she could feel Leslie’s eyes on her back, as well as imagine the woman’s grinning face, Selena did not turn around. Come on… she thought deep, pushing both aspects of her mind – hers and her devil-voice – into action. You’ve outsmarted the smartest people in SCW! You’ve outwrestled the best talent! You’ve got at least three women gunning for you because of how you’ve played them… THINK!
The idea came into her head like a bolt of lightning. “Me!” the voice came out so suddenly that she wasn’t sure who had said it, turning around as if to find the voice.
“You?” Warlow asked, causing Selena to turn back towards the principal.
“Wait…” came Ms. Harris. “That’s actually an idea.” She smiled brightly. “Mrs. Frost is a celebrated athlete. And she’s trained people right?”
“Does my wife and daughter count?” Selena asked.
“I…I suppose.” Warlow shrugged.
“Well… then yes.” Selena remarked. “I’ve given advice a number of times too.”
“Think about it, Mrs. Warlow.” Harris remarked. “I’ll teach them Writing, Mr. Gavers has agreed to do Math, and I can do Reading on top of that. Mrs. Frost can do Phys. Ed.”
“Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!” Came the shrill voice again, Leslie butting in. “I thought we discussed this already! It’s not fair for the good students!”
“The ‘good students’ are getting their summer.” Harris interjected. “While those that did cheat are sacrificing theirs.” She turned her gaze back to Warlow. “Isn’t that fair enough?”
The group was silent for a moment as Warlow stood there, the older woman eventually taking a seat to consider her options. Eventually, her wrinkled eyes found Selena’s. “You’d be willing to teach them?”
To answer, the platinum-blonde gave a shrug. “If we can work it out with my wrestling schedule… yeah.” She answered honestly. “I’m not sure what good I can do, but if it helps my son and these other kids? I’ll do all I can. I’m sort of stubborn that way.”
The principal’s jaw shifted for a moment, though her eyes never left Selena’s. It was enough to unnerve Leslie, who moved closer to Warlow. “You cannot seriously be contemplating this.” She pressed. “I’ll have the entire board up in arms about it!”
It was enough of a threat for the principal to shift her eyes from Selena to Leslie for a moment before going back to the wrestler. Taking a deep breath, Selena made one more shot.
“Mrs. Warlow…” she slowly spoke. “If we don’t see the good in these kids… who will?”
It was enough for the principal to slowly smile and give a knowing nod. “Alright.” She replied. “It’s on the three of you.” She gestured. “You two and Mr. Gavers. I want good grades, good attendance, and NO cheating!”
“Unbelievable!” Leslie gawked in disgust.
“Believe it!” Selena automatically called out before realizing what she had said. “Sorry! Sorry… force of habit.” She returned her gaze to the principal. “Thank you. I won’t let you down.”
“I hope not.” The principal warned her. “Because it’s not just your son’s only chance. It’s the rest of the kids too.”
Giving a nod of understanding, Selena threw a thanks to Ms. Harris before excusing herself, rushing out of the auditorium and pulling out her cellphone, dialing the number as quickly as she could. She only got a few rings in before there was a pickup.
“Selena?!” she recognized the voice on the other end. “How’d it go? Please tell me it went well!”
“Well… I’ve got good news and bad news.” Selena started. “The good news is that David’s doing summer school!”
“YES!” she heard Deanna scream in happiness, earning a smile from the Snow Queen. “Thank you! Thank you! Whatever you did! Thank you!”
“You’re welcome, my lov-“ she caught herself. “You’re welcome.” She settled on. “But the bad news…”
“Don’t get smug!” Selena heard the voice from behind her, turning around in time to see Leslie march up to her. “You’ve got your little project but I won’t let this ‘injustice’ happen, Selena! Mark my words!”
“Consider them marked.” Selena smirked at Leslie. “But it’s hard to take you seriously when your makeup is running like that.”
“Wha-“ Leslie swiped at her face (though there was nothing to swipe). Even so, she ran off to the nearest bathroom, with Selena yelling the tune ‘Entry of the Gladiators’ after her before returning to her phone.
“What was that?” Deanna asked.
“A very angry clown.” Selena answered. “Turns out Leslie’s the one behind trying to shut down the project.”
“Was that the bad news?”
“Not… not exactly.” Selena winced.
“Then what is it?”
“Well…” Selena exhaled slowly, choosing her next question carefully. “What do you know about teaching children, Deanna?”
RE: Selena Frost vs. Polly Pingotti - Jay Gold - 07-09-2024
OOC: A part of what happened last year that never came out... It is needed here as it leads into part 2...
Season 5 / Episode 19 / The Walls Are Closing In (Part 1 - Humiliated)
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RE: Selena Frost vs. Polly Pingotti - SnowQueenSCW - 07-10-2024
Villain of the Year
”First Day”
PS 290 The Manhattan New School
Manhattan, New York
July 8th, 2024
10:15am
Had to be in the middle of a damn heatwave…
Selena allowed herself to groan as she stood in the public-school playground, trying not to pay attention to the humidity as it swept through Manhattan, making her crave the comfort of an arctic-ice bath back in Eyrie Tower.
The children would be coming soon.
It was the first day of the ‘Summer School Program’ and she was beyond nervous. In truth, she hadn’t been this nervous since… well… she couldn’t recall the last time she had felt this nervous.
The program had been approved after last week’s meeting, though the ‘board’ being headed by Leslie Sanderson continued to make noise. Almost everyday, there were emails in Selena’s inbox from Evette Harris, the young teacher being a sort of ‘partner’ to the platinum-blonde.
In short: Leslie was continuing her pursuit to take down the program - More like take me and Deanna down. Selena thought bitterly. Leslie had always hated the Frost family, ever since they had moved into the Black Arrow neighbourhood over eight years ago, and whether it was with her own child, William, or with Halloween decorations or neighbourhood committees, Sanderson did all she could to be ‘above’ the ‘lesbians’.
The woman was so obsessed that she was endangering Selena’s own son’s future, which was what the wrestler found inexcusable. And now, to keep that from happening, Selena had become… a teacher. A Phys. Ed teacher. she reminded herself, casting her eyes to see the black leggings, white running shoes, and dark purple t-shirt she wore, hoping the thirteen students-
Ten. Selena reminded herself sadly. Unfortunately, three of the children had turned down the offer in favor of transferring to new schools.
Gazing around the playground, Selena beheld her work. She had set up a series of pylons, basketballs, rubber balls for dodgeball, and jump-ropes. Her goal was to split the kids up into groups and go through different games while learning about each other. At the end, they would come together and share what they had learned in a sort of presentation, to prepare them for their final project in six weeks.
After Rise to Greatness… Selena shook her head. She didn’t want to think about RTG right now. It was bad enough she had Breakdown to concern herself with first. How the hell did that match even happen?
It’s not that she had any specific qualms with Polly… but fighting her again? Hadn’t Polly just lost a match last week to Josh Hudson… Well, that could explain it. Selena reasoned. Either it’s her hurt ego or CHBK is up to something…
She felt the irritation prick her spine. She could almost look forward to the match as a sort of ‘exercise’ for herself - she had already beaten Polly cleanly several weeks ago before Taking Hold of the Flame - but the woman had fired off some tripe about being ‘stuck in a cage’ with ‘no way out’ – as if it gave her an advantage over the world champion.
“What a fucking fool.” Selena growled to herself. The girl clearly knew NOTHING of Selena - Shocking.
For a moment, the platinum-blonde let the memories wash over her. Memories of her stepmother trying to drown her in the tub. Of being locked in trunks, cellars, changerooms, and/or lockers by Gavin and his cronies for hours on end. The hell of a few months that Polly kept playing at as a sort of ‘poor me’ act for the SCW Universe? Selena WISHED it had only been a few months of such punishment for her, but no – it had been OVER A DECADE - that she had suffered such abuse with basically no one to turn to.
She knows nothing… Selena growled as she suddenly heard the bells ring. Within seconds, the doors from the inside of the school opened and ten students came walking out.
“Over here children!” she nervously waved them over. She waited until they were all standing before her – taking an extra second to spot her son, David, among them, wearing his blue shorts and Spider-Man t-shirt. Don’t embarrass him! This is for him and to impress Deanna…
“Well…” Selena breathed, eyeing each child. If the numbers were correct, there were four grade 5s, two grade 4s and four grade 3s. “I imagine you all know why you’re here. This is your… third class today?”
“Second.” Called out a tall girl with dark skin.
“Ah, thank you.” Selena smiled at the girl, seeing the nametag on her gray shirt. “Sophia. Well, my name is Mrs. Frost. And I’ll get this out of the way, I am David’s mother.” She gestured to her son. “So, if you hear him calling me ‘Mom’, that’s why.”
She heard a little chuckle come from some of the students, specifically the young girl standing beside David, seemingly his age and grade. “Anyway…” Selena continued. “I am your Phys. Ed teacher. We will meet at this time Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday every week for the next six weeks to do activities. At the end, I will evaluate you on- Oh yes…ummm?” she saw the raised hand and tried to read the nametag. “Garret?”
“Yes.” The short, round boy remarked. “Why only Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday?”
“A fair question.” Selena nodded. “You’ll find my classes are longer because I am not available for Thursdays or Fridays. I…um… well…”
“My mom’s a wrestler.” David called out. “She has to beat people up.”
“David!” Selena remarked in shock and some chastisement.
“Well you do…” he shrugged.
“It’s okay, Mrs. Frost.” Sophia remarked. “A few of us know of you. My dad watches SCW with me sometimes.”
“Oh… okay.” Selena replied nervously, not sure of how to proceed with that information.
“Question!” called out the girl standing beside Sophia, this one appearing more tomboyish with short-cropped hair, shorts, shirt and a baseball-hat worn backwards. “Are we going to do any wrestling-stuff? I wanna wrestle in a cage!”
“Certainly not.” Selena stated firmly. “That is not something for young children to be doing.”
“But you’re doing it!” the girl – her nametag reading ‘Mara’ – whined.
“I’m an adult.” Selena sighed. “And that kind of thing – especially in a cage – is very dangerous! People can get hurt or seriously injured. I do not want to see anyone trying anything like that in my classes. Understood?”
“Understood.” The class grumbled.
“Good.” Selena nodded. “Now, for today, we are going to be dividing you into groups and you will be going to the different stations throughout the playground. While there, I want you to share something with your partner or partners as you play. And when you’re done-“
She heard the sound faintly at first before it grew louder.
“HEY! HEY! HO! HO! THOSE CHEATERS HAVE GOT TO GO!” It took three repeats of that for Selena to understand what was being said as the small group of adults rounded the corner to enter the playground area. All were carrying signs with similar messages. And there, in the front…
“There they are!” Leslie Sanderson remarked, hiking up her own sign and thrusting it like she was stabbing the sky. “All together now!” she called out to the group, starting another chant. For a moment, Selena watched them before turning her attention back to her students. So much for a peaceful first day…
“Alright, kids.” She remarked. “Let’s get you started.”
“What about?” Sophia tried, but Selena quietly shushed her.
“I’ll take care of that.” She smiled kindly. Within five minutes, she had established the groupings and gotten them started at different ‘stations’. “When you hear the whistle…” she explained, pulling the small tool out of her pocket. “Switch over to the next numbered station.”
“Yes, Mrs. Frost.” The class nodded before they began playing. That taken care of, the platinum-blonde cast a glare at the ‘protestors’ before rolling her shoulders back and marching over to them.
“New low, Leslie.” She called out to the ringleader.
“We will not be silenced just because you bought the principal’s vote.” Sanderson shot back.
“I didn’t buy her vote.” Selena countered. “This just has nothing to do with any of you unless one of those children are yours.”
“We’re not paying for ‘extra classes’!” shouted one parent.
“No, you’re not!” Selena fired back. “I’m paying for this program! It’s all out of my pocket.”
“So you just make the rules for our school?!” Leslie countered quickly. “What kind of school is that? Where the super-rich get to buy their way through?! Am I right?” she shrilled, earning nods and approval from the others.
“Okay, screw this.” Selena sighed. “I’m calling the cops.”
“Nice try!” Leslie laughed that horrible laugh. “But this is a peaceful protest on public property! We have every right to be here!”
It was enough to stop Selena from retrieving her phone. “Alright, Leslie…” Selena sighed, lowering her voice. “I want to know what it’s going to take to stop this. I can’t stop you, but you can’t stop my class either.”
Despite herself, Leslie narrowed her eyes at Selena. “Go on.”
“What is it going to take to solve this?” Selena asked. “Is this really about them?” she asked, gesturing to the students. “Or is this about you, me and Deanna? Because if that’s all this is about, then let’s settle it now.”
Looking behind her for a moment, Leslie bit her lower lip before grabbing Selena’s arm, telling the other parents to ‘wait here’ before dragging the taller woman away. Quickly, Selena blew her whistle to get the kids to switch stations, just to keep them engaged.
Alone, the two women stood near the door of the school. “What do you have in mind?” Leslie asked.
“Same as the past.” Selena shrugged. “A competition. You think these kids don’t belong in the school? I say they do. So, let’s settle it. Pick five kids from your protestors and let’s see if my students can keep up with them.”
“Oh please!” Leslie laughed. “What makes you think a couple of cheaters will play fairly?”
“Cause Warlow can officiate or whatever.” Selena shrugged. “Same grade students compete against one another. You pick 4 grade 5s, 2 grade 4s and 4 grade 3s. If my class wins the most events, you drop this thing and let them finish the summer school! No more protests, no more harassing us!”
Narrowing her eyes, Leslie slowly let a small grin form across her lips. “And if I win…” she didn’t let Selena speak. “You leave.”
“Fine.” Selena shrugged. “I’ll not be involved with the school. Deanna can-“
“Oh no no nooooo.” Leslie laughed, even wagging a finger at the Snow Queen. “Not leave the school, Selena. I mean you leave The Black Arrow neighbourhood.”
“What?!” Selena asked in disbelief, shock radiating through her.
“That’s right.” Leslie laughed. “If you and your cheaters lose – you take your kids and your fake-wife… and leave your little ‘Forever House’…” she leaned closer to Selena, her grin never fading. “And never come back!”
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The Royal Letter
So… Toronto, Canada!
Do you believe?
You can’t really believe in Kandis or Scott or even Polly anymore, right? I mean, how do you screw up a 3-on-1 match? Hell, there were even chairs involved! And still they couldn’t do anything. I didn’t even lose an eye or a limb or break a bone!
Okay, I’m getting ahead of myself. Truth is, I don’t care if you believe in them anymore. Cause if anything was proven last time I wrestled, it’s that there’s a reason I’m the world champion and they are not. Because even with their ‘plans’, their ‘tricks’ and ‘stacked odds’, they still can’t beat me.
But let me tell you who I don’t believe in anymore… Adam Sharper.
I watched the whole interview last week and, come on, Adam! Could you get any more bias and one-sided? You all saw it! The man asked Hudson one question and then let the man rant on and on without a word. But me? Everything I said, he tried to counter with questions and discredit. Where was this ‘journalistic integrity’ when Hudson was bad-mouthing your world champion, Adam? When he referred to me as a ‘novice’? When he accused me of throwing people down the river when I’ve been lifting this sport to a level that no one on the planet can touch. Where were your hard-hitting questions then, Adam?
No, Sharper seemed more interested in putting me on the defensive. In dragging my private life into the equation just because Hudson wants to flaunt his fling with Bree Lancaster on national television.
You disappoint me, Adam. I expected better of you. More integrity and fairness from you. Seems I asked for too much. Just like I’ve asked for too much, it seems, by demanding fairness and skill win out for the world title because that’s apparently all people can talk about. How I’m hiding. How I’m lying. How I’m ‘rigging the game’. Meanwhile, they’re cheering Kandis and Scott bringing in chairs to a wrestling match. They’re cheering Polly Pignotti for bringing her pals in to interfere and help her. But I’M the one hiding? I’m the one that ‘needs help’?
Week after week, my mission statement hasn’t changed. And week after week, you all remind me why I need to be here doing what I do. Why I am the only person that seems to have any integrity in this business. Because you’re all so desperate, by hook or crook, to find holes in my logic. Find faults in me… and you can’t. Even Sharper. Just spinning rhetoric. Just making conjectures when the truth is so obvious, even he can’t grasp it.
Beat me. That’s all you have to do. Beat me for this title clean and you’re the champion. So simple and yet none of you can seem to grasp it.
I mean, how many months has it been? Six? Six months of staying true to my mission and no one’s gotten it through their heads. Six months of surviving every challenge that comes my way. Of holding people accountable – even the Canadian Heartbreak Kid!
Oh yeah, you think I forgot about him? Why do you think I was laughing after that sham of a fatal-fourway? I was picturing CHBK in his office, cursing and swearing like a sailor because his little plan to ‘make Selena pay’ failed because he relied on the egotistical, talentless hacks of The One and Kandis! I was smiling because I was just picturing him scrambling to his phone, trying to think of another way to ‘punish me’ while he lets Kandis go unpunished after she assaulted officials and superstars.
And it seems CHBK still wants to try something. Cause he’s got me up in a cage match now. He’s got me locked in a cage with Polly Pignotti. Me…against Polly… again? I mean, even Sharper wasn’t THAT obvious with his bias!
Yeah, I’m laughing a little because… this is a little like déjà vu, isn’t it, Polly? Didn’t we have this little dance before? Before Taking Hold of the Flame? Straight up wrestling match, right? You told the world you had ‘more heart than me’, that you were ‘tougher than me’, that you were ‘this and that’ more than me? ‘The Soul of SCW’, right? How’d that go? Hell, we had something like that just a few weeks ago. You told the world you were more ‘nasty’, more ‘callous’, ‘more cold’ than I ever was…
How’d THAT go?
See, every time you and I face, you tell me how much ‘more’ and ‘better’ this next version I’m about to face is… and I still win. And then, you come back the next week with the same consolation speech. “Selena didn’t win! She survived! She got lucky!”
I mean… guess I got a rabbit’s foot somewhere on me, Polly, cause after all the times a Frost has beaten you and your ‘versions’, we got to be the luckiest women alive, right?
Or maybe it’s not that at all. Maybe you’re just delusional. Maybe you’re so high on your own ego with your cheerleading squad constantly telling you ‘you’re SO the best!’ that you can’t see the reality for what it is. That, like everyone else here, you’re the one twisting the narrative rather than seeing the truth about why I am the greatest wrestler in SCW history and why I have, and continue to be, better than you!
Because what is it now, Polly, huh? What’s the difference this time around? The fact that you and I will be locked in a cage? Because you’ve been in a cage before in some sort of twisted, over the top BDSM fantasy of yours? That it? You’ve played in a cage for a bit so that gives you homefield advantage? “No one knows what it’s like to go through what I went through”.
Let me do what I do and bring you back to reality, Polly. Because if the cage was your ‘place’, why didn’t you win the last one you were in? Chamber match, right? Under Attack last year? Come on, Polly, tell me! You’re planning to embarrass me in the cage, right? To ‘humiliate me and bring me to my knees’, right? Like the last time you faced a Frost in one?
Look, I can almost respect your obsession, Polly. I can. The fact that you keep coming after me, keep desperately trying to fight me just so you can get that ‘one victory over a Frost’ that you can hold onto and milk for all its worth. Very ‘Kandis-like’. I get it. I can almost respect it and your drive for it, Polly. I can even say, in all honesty, that it’s got the makings of a future world champion!
But your little ‘Playtime’ in a cage? What you think gives you an ‘edge’? Can’t compare to me in this enclosure.
You ‘played a little’ in a cage, Polly. I’ve become its master! I grew up locked in chambers and trunks and lockers until I developed claustrophobia. Ask Sharper – he remembers. Even so, I’ve entered into more cage and chamber matches than you’ve ever dreamed of! And while you barked like a little dog in yours, I howled like a wolf in mine! And, like a big bad wolf, I devoured anyone that was inside of it!
Matt Auclair, Trinity Street, Chris Cannon, The Beauty Network, New Eden, Blood Grove, Infamous – even the current Adrenaline champion that can’t seem to keep me out of her mouth: Bree Lancaster!
All went against me, all were torn apart by me. I have ripped apart superstars in this structure. I have crippled factions, depowered a D., and thrived until I owned my fear and the very chamber that was my torment!
Do you understand, Polly?
Last time we fought, I wasn’t the one that was saved. You were. Colleen, Ainsling and Dumont came in to save you. Kandis and Scott had each other and their chairs. No one came in to save me. No one came in to protect me and ‘even the odds’ like they protected you!
This time around? No one is coming to save you, Polly. Not Colleen. Not Ainsling. Not Dumont. No one. You’re going to be back in that cage, but instead of being alone, barking like a little puppy about how ‘ready you are’ and how ‘better you are than Selena Frost’, you’re going to be locked in there with a wolf.
A wolf that knows that structure better than you. A wolf that is tired of dealing with you. A wolf that is tired of hearing you promise victory after victory and can’t deliver. A wolf that is done listening to your delusional little rants… and has nothing in her way to do whatever she wants to you!
Because, in the end, Polly, you might be good and getting better, but the truth – the lesson that you still can’t grasp – is that you’re not ready! You don’t know a damn thing about being in my world! Being on my level! Being the needle-mover! The standard!
And in Toronto, I am going to show that as I take this latest ‘punishment’ that either you or CHBK cooked up and, like last time, make you both regret it. Because this time, I won’t be stopping until I’m finished with you, Polly. Until your ‘barks’ are little more than whimpers as you lay on the mat. Until the puppy… the little bitch… recognizes who ‘the master’ in SCW truly is.
But take solace in one thing, Polly. When I am done, you will certainly be the first. Not ‘the first to beat Selena Frost in 2024’ like you are craving with every breath, but rather, you will be the first to truly know what awaits SCW for Rise to Greatness. Because after I beat you again…after I am done tearing you apart… you’ll have both a loss from Hudson and another loss from me to compare.
And you will know, deep in your soul, which one hurts more… which one was more painful… which one was further above your ‘best’.
And who, beyond a shadow of a doubt, will be the SCW world champion when this month is all said and done!
You will be the first to believe, little puppy. Whether you want to admit it or not!
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