Selena Frost Fatal Fortunes roleplays

[SnowQueenSCW]

OOC: Takes place immediately following Deanna's first FF roleplay.

Scars of a Fascade

”Was it Worth it?”

Streets of NYC
New York City, New York
December 22nd, 2025
8:13pm

Selena’s boots crunched through the snow-covered sidewalks, not caring if she had to shove her way past a group of people or use what agility she still possessed, thanks to be a wrestler, to ‘dance’ around them as she looked this way and that. The cold wrapped around her in sharp fingers, further heightening her senses as it rejuvenated the Alaskan-native. Still, she didn’t notice it too much. Her mind was elsewhere.

Elsianna.

The name repeated itself endlessly, and loudly, in her mind - a mantra she could not silence. Every sound, every shadow, every light along the streets and stores seemed to carry the possibility that her daughter had passed this way or that way... or that she might vanish completely if they didn’t act fast.

“Deanna,” Selena called, voice carrying just enough to cut through the wind, “have you seen—”

Deanna’s was beside her before the words had entirely left her lips, the woman wrapped up in a thicker coat than the long, black one Selena wore. Oberon padded close to her side, tail flicking nervously as he gave a small whine. The Samoyed’s ears were pricked, alert to every sound and movement, his head twisting left and right, looking too. Deanna’s emerald eyes met Selena’s sapphire ones with a steady determination the Snow Queen recognized instantly.

“She’s not in the park.” Deanna stated immediately, voice low but firm. “I just came from there. Even asked some of the stragglers.
“Did you try-”
“Calling Asuna?” Deanna tilted her head, as if to say ‘Really?!’. “Yes. No one’s seen her.” The redhead looked around the area they occupied. The weather was certainly set for Christmas, given the lights and snow, but neither of them were able to enjoy the view.

Selena’s stomach sank at the redhead’s words. “I was hoping she’d just calm down when she went to her room...” she admitted. “Not do something stupid like this.”

Pressing her gloved hand against the cold metal of a lamp post, she let the cold bite into her sleeve. She spied some snowflakes cling to the long braid of her hair before melting into tiny droplets that quickly disappeared. She can’t have gone ‘anywhere’. Selena reminded herself, heart pounding. The image of her daughter disappearing into the night stayed fixed in her mind, a small figure against the snow and the dark.

Like the night she was taken from me...

Deanna’s voice broke through her panic. “We need to think of someone else to call.” she said, reaching for her phone, though her fingers (bare to allow use of her phone-screen) fumbled a little in the cold.

Selena exhaled sharply, nodding before taking the exposed/phone with her own, holding it gently. “I know. But I can’t think of anyone she would reach out to besides Asuna. Gerda would have told us if she was called. Same with Alejandra and Jonathan...” The platinum-blonde shook her head in growing frustration. “Gods, it shouldn’t be this hard to find a twelve-year old!”

Deanna’s hand released the phone, allowing it to drop into her other hand so she could briefly squeeze Selena’s. “She’s fast.” the redhead remarked. “Even with her recovering leg. And she’s smart. She doesn’t usually wander off like this. That’s why…” Her voice faltered, but the meaning was clear. She was worried, just like Selena was.

“I know. That’s why this doesn’t make sense. There must have been a place for her to go in this ‘plan’ of hers. ”

They walked together down the street, every step making Selena more aware of the city’s vast size and coldness with the winter in full bloom. She forced herself to breathe, to focus, letting the sound of Oberon’s paws crunching snow beside her and Deanna anchor her to the present. They moved along the paths together, slipping past the couples far more quietly than the initial search, the snow swirling in sudden gusts. Every instinct the Snow Queen had screamed at her to hurry, but she held back. She couldn’t keep rushing around like a chicken with its head cut off. Panic would not guide her.

She needed to be methodical. Meticulous. Like the Snow Queen in SCW.

True, her ‘plans’ had not laid out the best results as of late. Her matches continued to be mired in controversy, often not by her own hand, but still... But even so, she continued to push her way to getting what she wanted. She was now on the fast-track to a match with BOTH the Glimmers, as Shattered Reality had resulted in her becoming the number one contender for their world titles, which meant that a match with them was no longer something to be ‘earned’ but ‘inevitable’. Yes, there was still the pressing matter of Xander Valentine, Selena rather annoyed (though not surprised) at the Executioner’s resilience.

In truth, his loss had surprised her more. She had, away from her ‘World Ruler’ person and just being Selena, had believed Xander would have mopped the floor with Enigma during their Underground title bout at Night One. She had been stunned for several seconds to see someone manhandle her greatest rival so viciously and then beat him. Of course, it changed nothing of her plan which had concluded in the attack...

At the very least... she thought with the cold whipping around her. Everyone, including Xander, knows how much farther I’ll go...

She had felt some guilt, but compared to the man’s attacks on her family – not to mention herself and Regan – through the years, she would be lying to herself to deny that slight feeling of justification/satisfaction. To be the one dismantling the Executioner after years of him trying to dismantle her! She was less concerned about Fatal Fortunes. It never seemed to favour her despite numerous attendance. She would deal with whatever came her way and then focus back on the Glimmer Sisters, no different than her other basic matches of Breakdown that management seemed content to ‘saddle’ her with.

A muffled sound echoed somewhere down the street, causing her heart to leap. Her head jerked up towards the sound just as Deanna’s did. Nothing followed. A shadow moved briefly at the edge of her vision, causing her to turn another way... just to see a rabbit scampering towards someplace warmer, away from the winds.

“This is my fault.”

She finally said it aloud. She had been turning the statement in her head over and over again since she had left the Eyrie Tower. But with every sound simultaneously raising and crashing her hopes in a second, causing her to make so many mistakes. Too many times she had been rigid, demanding, distant. Too many times she had tried to control rather than guide her daughter.

She felt Deanna’s hand squeeze hers again. “You can blame yourself later.” she amended. “That isn’t going to help us find her.” when had her focus and resolve become stronger than Selena’s, the Snow Queen wondered? “We need to sit her down and reason this out. You’re both being unfair.”

“Both of us?” Selena’s eyes widened. “I get me, but why her?”
“Because she doesn’t understand what YOU are going through and that you have a job to do at SCW. I don’t like the stuff you do and think there is a better way, but if she thinks it’s your fault that people are bullying her and using you as ‘justification’ for it... No.” she shook her head. “There is no justification for bullying or harassment. And the fact she is blaming you for it, while understandable with her being a kid, is the same unfair tactic.” Deanna sighed. “Like I said, we can talk about it later.”

Selena was too stunned to give much of a reply. Instead, she merely nodded her head as they continued walking, her mind racing. Was it possible that Elsianna COULD be brought around to such a mindset? Maybe she couldn’t be the girl’s ‘hero’ anymore, but maybe she could ration like David could. That it was her job. That she was just doing what she felt was right and necessary. And that Selena ‘The Face of SCW/The Snow Queen/The World Ruler’ was different in many ways to Selena Michelle Frost.

Was it even possible?

Deanna huffed, inhaling and exhaling the cold air. “Okay, first... I want hot ramen when we get home!” she breathed. “Second! She can’t be out here too long. She’d have to get somewhere safe. Somewhere she trusts.”

Selena’s chest tightened. Memories of every time Elsianna had run along the rooftops, parks, or empty streets in the past pressed into her mind. A thousand tiny flashes—childhood adventures, scraped knees, moments of defiance—reminded her that her daughter’s mind was always working, always planning. That same intelligence Selena possessed had, without question, passed onto the daughter, and now guided her steps into the snowstorm, her small figure moving with careful precision...

The idea was coming to her – but it was blurry. She couldn’t quite grasp it yet. But she was close. Deanna’s words had triggered a possible idea...

Oberon growled softly beside her, ears twitching. Selena felt her stomach clench.

“Elsianna?!” She heard Deanna call out, only meeting some muffled sounds from distant, probably drunk, travellers. “Had to try.” she said quietly with a shrug.

“We’ll find her,” Selena replied quietly. “We have to.”

They turned down a narrower alley, the walls rising on either side. Snow had drifted into deep piles here, and every footstep sent powder scattering. Selena slowed, listening.

Somewhere above: a stray cat yowled. A door creaked under the wind. A lamp buzzed with illumination.

Every ordinary sound sent her pulse hammering. That could have been her. That could have been her step. Over and over again despite her best efforts.

Every corner, every storefront, every pile of snow became a potential hiding spot to Selena. Her chest tightened, breath forming clouds in the freezing night. Memories of Elsianna’s defiant, fearless childhood flashed unbidden: scaling a playground ladder with reckless abandon, disappearing into neighborhood streets while calling back only cryptic hints of where she was going. Fighting so that the stone gargoyles could have a home with them.

Again, that flash of realization – there and gone in an instant before Selena could grab it and see what it was. But it was stronger, lasting a fraction of a second longer than the first. It was on the edge of her mind...

They pushed on, following the paths into another small park. Snow drifted over benches and bare trees, and the distant hum of traffic was muffled by the heavy night air. Selena’s boots sank slightly further into fresh drifts, and her hands grew colder with every step. A small alley follow, which opened onto a quieter street, lined with townhouses and shuttered shops. The Christmas decorations shone brightly within so many of the shops interiors.

Selena could only sigh on it. She had tried for so many years with the children to ‘enjoy’ Christmas, but it never happened. She just couldn’t get past it. And yet, she still tried to make it enjoyable for her children. Letting them go see Santa, running around the light displays that the parks put on. Their smiling faces – Elsa’s too – that innocence, that joy, that wonder... that was enough for her. If she had to endure some ill-feelings from her past to see it every year? So be it. Easy choice. If she had to let Deanna decorate the Forever Home until it resembled something out of a classic Christmas Special? That was fine too!

And then it hit her—not certainty, not yet—but a spark. A pattern she knew instinctively. Something in her chest tightened as recognition began to form. She froze mid-step, eyes narrowing, heart hammering. It wasn’t just running away this time! This idea... She could see it’s shape. Reach out to it mentally... almost touch it....

“Deanna,” she said, voice low and urgent, shaking slightly with the force of it.
Deanna glanced at her, question in her gaze. “What?”

Selena didn’t answer. Not yet. She scanned the darkness, snowflakes settling on her coat, clinging to her hair. Her breath came in sharp clouds. She could feel it in her bones, that sudden tightening, the first whisper of knowing.

“We’re forgetting – been forgetting one stupidly obvious thing...” Selena whispered, almost to herself. “What?”
“Elsianna... is still just a teenager...” Selena sighed. “And what did she say she wished for more than anything?” She turned her head towards Deanna, who could only shake her head in uncertainty. “That things could go back to the way they were...”

Deanna’s eyes widened a little, though she wasn’t quite able to connect the dots to Selena’s logic.

“I know where she might be.” The Snow Queen declared, the idea firm in her mind. Of course the girl was there. It was the only thing that made sense!

Deanna frowned. “What do you mean?”

Selena shook her head quickly, not ready to speak it aloud. Not yet. But the spark was there. The moment of clarity, sudden and fierce, lighting her entire focus. She moved forward, following the crushed snow that served as a walkway to minimize slipping. The snow dampened her boots, seeping slowly into the leather. Oberon stayed close, his ears still twitching, tail high, sniffing the air with intense focus and barking once in awhile.

“You told her about it weeks ago.” Selena muttered quietly as she explained, brushing snow from her gloves. “Her face lit up when you did.”
Selena was no longer looking around wildly. Instead, her direction was deliberate. She led them down several more streets, turning on corners and refusing to slow even as the wind picked up a bit more. Glass and steel gave way to older brick. Chain-link fences half-buried in snow.

But the hill was instantly recognizable, even as they pushed their way to the top of it. And the Christmas lights... There were so many more! Every house was decorated in an assortment of colour and design! Every house gave a different image. But that was how this place was...

Deanna recognized it a second before Selena stopped, her gasp easily heard by the taller platimum-blonde.

“…No,” the redhead breathed.
Selena’s jaw tightened. “Yes. Where else would she go?”

Ahead of them, past the dark, black, metal, snow-covered fence and snow-drowned lot, stood the large house. There were no trucks or cars nearby it, but the building like so... so close to completion. The windows were no longer boarded unevenly. The color was uniform... It was so close to looking the exact same...

The Forever Home.

The home they had brought Elsianna too over ten years ago. The place they had built for a life-together. For their children to grow into adults and for Selena and Deanna to retire. But it was more than that. It was where – unknown to them at the time – dreams could be born. David wanted to be a soccer or baseball player (Or BOTH! As he had said) or a comic-book writer. Amiliah dreamed of being whatever Elsianna was. And Elsianna... the oldest...

She had dreamed for so long to be just like her mother... Selena. To be a wrestler of SCW and to carry on the Frost name.

Oberon let out a low, insistent bark, pulling forward now, snow spraying beneath his paws, as if he understood exactly what was happening.

“How could we not think about this?” Deanna asked aloud.
“Because we were too busy trying to think with our heads...” Selena sighed. “When I’m the one that taught her how to think with her heart.”

That was so long ago... Her heart slammed inside her chest so hard that it hurt.

She was already moving before Deanna spoke again, boots crunching hard as she crossed the lot, ignoring the sting of cold, the ache in her chest, the sudden fear clawing up her spine. She reached the front door, unlocked, and shoved it open.

It wasn’t much warmer inside than outside, but that was to be expected. At least there was protection from the cruel winds. Everything seemed pretty bare still. No furniture or decor, but that would come about quickly once the renovations were completed.

“Elsi-” Deanna started, only for Selena to silence with with a hand over her mouth. Turning to the surprised redhead, she could only shake her head slow. Without another word, she silently made her way up the stairs, the winds outside drowning out any foot-sounds as it howled against the home.

Up they went to the second floor until they reached the door Selena knew well. Reaching out, her hand gently took the handle and turned it, carefully and quietly pushing it open to reveal the girl sitting in the middle of the room. A pillow beside her and her blanket, thick and wooly, wrapped around her.

“Elsianna...” Selena breathed in relief.

The girl looked at her mother, and even in the dimly lit room of moonlight and lamplight Elsianna had plugged in, Selena could see the exhaustion from the cold. The area around her was wet from what snow had melted off the child and fallen to the rug.

“…You weren’t supposed to find me.” she whispered quietly, bundling the blanket tighter around herself. The sound of her voice — strained, tired, but unmistakably there - nearly brought Selena to her knees. Her crutches leaned against the wall – probably in case the excursion was too much for her recovering leg.

But Deanna would not be denied, the redhead waiting long enough before rushing into embrace her daughter, her words a mixture of names and cries of relief.

“I just wanted to remember,” Elsianna said quietly. “What it felt like before everything got…”

Crazy? Out of hand? Out of control? A nightmare? Selena thought.

“Worse.” Elsianna finished, which actually sounded worse than the other words Selena had come up with.

It caused her to stay where she was.
Watching.
Breathing.
Realizing.

She had been wrong in her initial assessment. This place—this choice— it wasn’t rebellion or hatred.
It was grief.

“I didn’t want to hate you,” Elsianna said into Deanna’s coat, though the voice seemed to be sent towards Selena,  muffled but sharp enough to cut. “I still don’t. But every time people say your name like it means something ugly… every time they look at me like I’m supposed to apologize for it…” She swallowed. “I just wanted it to stop.”

Selena stepped forward then. Slowly. Carefully. Afraid...

Afraid?! What did she have to be afraid of? She was Selena Frost! She had survived wars, chambers, corrupt managers holding her back, factions trying to destroy SCW with only her in the way, people that wanted her out of SCW, people that wanted her injured and hurt... people that wanted her dead! She had survived them all! Against every odd! What did she have to be afraid of...

Of this little snow child shattering like ice in your ‘unstoppable’ grip... her heart spoke sharply, though her ears picked up her eldest daughter still talking.

“I didn’t ask if it was worth it.” Selena admitted, voice low, stripped of its edge. “You did.”

Elsianna finally looked at her. Selena knelt too, snow melting off her coat, hands resting uselessly on her knees.

“And I don’t know the answer.” Selena admitted. “Not tonight. Not yet.” Her voice wavered, just slightly. “But if being right costs me you, Elsianna…” She shook her head. “Then no. It isn’t worth it.”

The words hung there, heavy and imperfect and terrifyingly honest.

Inside the broken ring, the Frost family sat in silence—fractured, hurting, but together.

For now.

And for the first time all night, Selena allowed herself to hope that maybe… there was a way it could stay that together.

[SnowQueenSCW]

OOC: Takes place following Deanna’s second, but can be read before without any issue.

Scars of a Fascade

”What is Enough?”

Streets of NYC
New York City, New York
December 23rd, 2025
2:41am

The city never slept. Selena had learned that long ago. Learned it in the way only someone who lived many years in NYC could. Even at two in the morning, New York hummed beneath the stones and concrete and metal of the Eyrie Tower, the distant noises making the idea of any pure ‘quiet’ mockingly impossible. You either had to treat it as white-noise and get used to it... or leave. The city wouldn’t stop just because you were inconvenienced. Just like SCW...

Sleep refused her. Big surprise.

The platinum-blonde lay flat on her back, staring at the dark ceiling, arms folded loosely across her chest, counting her breaths instead of seconds or sheep.

In.
Out.
In.
Out.

The way she had trained herself to breathe before matches, before confrontations, before violence. Old habits died hard. The only thing she was missing was her ‘last resort’ mantra, but there was no danger in her present state. She, at least, knew that much.

Beside her, Deanna shifted again, the sheets moving beneath the redhead’s movements – Third time in three minutes. Selena had been counting. She didn’t turn her head towards her lover — she didn’t need to. She knew her Deanna. Knew how the woman moved, thought, what each expression meant. And she knew when the younger woman was asleep – REALLY asleep.

And neither of them were.

Not that she could blame the redhead. How could she? Deanna had been the glue that had held the pieces together tonight, after Selena and Elsianna had shattered things for the umpteenth time. For a moment, Selena wondered what their ‘relationship’ would be like if it were something physical like a vase or plate – after every time this happened...

Would it even be what it was meant to be? she wondered. Or would it just be some distorted version held together by glue?

The image repeated itself like a battering ram in her mind, only beaten out by the current reality...

That Elsianna was back with her and Deanna. She was asleep down the hall, behind a door Selena had checked twice before finally forcing herself back to bed. The image, as strong as the others currently fighting in her mind, came back easily.

Her daughter: hair damp from the snow, wrapped in a blanket, but rather dealing with all of that than dealing another minute with her.

Selena swallowed hard, jaw tightening as memories pressed in uninvited.

The Forever Home. She could still smell it. Unfinished wood, cold air trapped in empty rooms. She’d spent so long trying not to think about that place, convincing herself it was just a building, something that Deanna needed far more than she did.

Tonight had proven her wrong. It had never stopped being home to either her or Elsianna.

Selena squeezed her eyes shut, breath hitching just slightly. She hated that! Hated the loss of control, the way emotion crept up and threatened to her focus – make her overthink her actions. She had survived worse than this. Wars. Betrayals. People who wanted her destroyed, humiliated, erased.

If being right costs me you…

The words echoed in her head, still raw, still terrifying. She’d meant them. Gods help her, she’d meant them. And that’s what was so unnerving... Because it’s not worth it... Just like with-

She felt movement beside her—subtle, cautious—then a small warmth brushing her forearm. Deanna’s fingers. Selena’s breath stalled for half a second before she forced it to steady again. She didn’t pull away, but she didn’t lean into it either. She just let it happen.

“You awake?” She heard Deanna whisper.
She only hesitated for a moment before she answered honestly.
“Me too,” Deanna murmured. “Shocking, I know.”

A soft huff escaped Selena—half a laugh, half a breath she hadn’t realized she’d been holding. She turned her head slightly, blue eyes catching the dim moonlight filtering through the curtains.

“She sleeping?” Selena asked.
“Yes. All of them are.”
Relief surprisingly came, loosening something in her chest. “Good.”

Silence settled again but better than before. It felt… Shared. Was that the right word? It allowed Selena to become acutely aware of Deanna’s hand still resting against her arm.

“I keep replaying it.” she admitted quietly. “The look on her face.”
Deanna shifted slightly beside her. “She’s dealt with so much.”
“That shouldn’t be her burden,” Selena said, voice rougher now.
“No,” Deanna agreed. “It shouldn’t.”

Selena’s fingers twitched, then reached up and curled around Deanna’s hand almost without conscious thought. She held on — not tightly or desperately — but with intent.

“I…” The word lingered, uncertain. She didn’t want to surrender any more control or power tonight. She had already exposed herself enough, but... neither did she wait this to go unsaid...

“I don’t know how to fix this.”

Saying it felt like tearing down a wall she’d spent years reinforcing. Selena Frost was not supposed to ‘not know’. She was supposed to plan. To control. To dominate the outcome before it could spiral beyond her reach. Even when all her plans kept crashing down around in SCW, from her streak of controversial victories (none of which was her own doing or planning) to Shattered Reality literally being the name of her plan’s outcome against Xander Valentine, she had always manage to adapt with a series of contingencies that coudl vet her back to where she needed to be. This wasn’t any of that. This was an admittance of failure. One she couldn’t just twist with her words.

Deanna didn’t pretend otherwise. “Neither do I.” she admitted.

The honesty didn’t frighten Selena the way she thought it would. Instead, it eased the pressure, if only by a fraction.

“We’ll figure it out.” she heard the redhead add. “We always do. Even when we break things first.”

Selena exhaled slowly, the breath leaving her chest in a long, controlled release. She turned onto her side, facing Deanna now. Their foreheads nearly touched.

“You were incredible tonight,” Selena said after a moment. “With her. With all of them.”
Deanna shook her head faintly. “I yelled.”
“You listened,” Selena corrected. “There’s a difference.”

She meant it. Listening had never been Selena’s strength. Acting was. Deciding was. But Deanna listened—absorbed, understood, responded without trying to win.

“You did too,” Deanna said.
Selena snorted softly. “Don’t get used to it.”
“Never,” Deanna replied.
“I am still the villain, after all,” Selena whispered into the dark.

Despite that truth, she stared at Deanna for a long moment, letting any thoughts in her head come and go without much focus. Eventually, Deanna shifted closer, resting her head against Selena’s shoulder. For a split second, Selena considered retreating. Old instincts flared again — distance as defense, solitude as control...

Then she let them go.

Her arm came around Deanna naturally. Sleep still didn’t come immediately. Her mind was too full...

Elsianna’s voice
Unanswered questions
The fragile hope she was afraid to examine too closely.

But the restlessness eased a little. The tension in her shoulders finally loosened a bit. For the first time that night, Selena allowed herself to simply exist without planning the next move.

Tomorrow would demand answers. Conversations. Consequences. Choices.

But tonight—
Tonight, her family was under one roof.
Her daughter was safe.
And the woman she loved was here, breathing beside her.

For now, that’s enough.

Slowly, with that certainty, Selena closed her eyes and let the quiet take her... Back to the snowy nightmares she knew and feared so well...

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The Royal Letter

Dear SCW Universe,

Well, it looks like everyone got one over on me! ‘Oh look! Another show where Selena is knocked down! Another show where Selena is beaten down and left lying in the ring, a victim of a beat down! The best laid plans...’ Blah! Blah! Blah! Blah! Blah!

I’m going put that on pause and show you were my head is at... Saitama, Japan! London, Ontario! SCW Universe!!

...

Do you believe?

So... what were talking about? Oh right! The ending of Shattered Reality! That’s right! Me being on the mat, taken down by Xander Valentine, Valhalla has Fallen, etcetera etcetera. He’s probably getting his tripod set up or a VHS recording to brag about that until his throat is sore. Bragging about how he ‘survived’ what I did to him at Night One and then ‘got me back’ by laying me flat in Montreal the next night, right?

Yeah, that just shows the mental differences between you all, Xander and me. Because let me play that back for you, okay?

What you saw in Montreal? What you’ll probably hear from him at some point? That wasn’t revenge. That wasn’t an ‘Aha!’ moment. That wasn’t redemption, people. Yeah, you buy it like that cause that’s how easy it is to fool you. When you’re standing behind a world champion like ‘Part-time Cid’? It’s not hard to trick you, trust me. But that’s not what was happening.

What was happening in Montreal was ‘Damage Control’!

Let me set the record straight for you. We saw ‘The Great Executioner’ Xander Valentine... get BEATEN CLEAN by Enigma! Not just beaten, oh no! He was manhandled, he was smeared with blood and ash! He was taken to trial and left lying in the ring.

Bruised.
Broken.
Beaten!!

And in that moment, oh! I watched the whole thing from backstage and in that moment, I had a memory. One I’m sure Xander did as he slowly regained some semblance of consciousness!

He remembered another time he was so humiliated. Give him credit, it hasn’t happened very often in his career. Only one time comes to mind. One he can’t seem to let go. The one match, on the grandest stage of SCW, where he was beaten in a matter of minutes. Knocked out by a Snow Queen! One of the shortest main-event matches in SCW history!

Deja vu, right, Xander?

And just like then, in comes a man that is stronger, hungrier and, dare I say, scarier than the ‘rusted, blood-soaked blade’ that is Xander Valentine! Suddenly, “The Executioner” is being executed like never before! Unless I’m the one doing it, of course!

You all felt it! That shock! Colleen saw it! It was all over her face! Never did anyone imagine that Xander would be so beaten down! So humbled! By a rookie! Only happened once before, remember! Hell, I was shocked! I thought for sure we had a new Underground Champion! I thought this was easy on paper!

But David slew Goliath!
Selena knocked out Xander!
And Enigma DESTROYED Xander!

And good ol’ Xander, just like with me years ago, needed something to do damage control. Something to fool you all – “NO! NO! NO! I’m still the baddest! I’m still the most dominant! Honest! Please believe me!”

I gotta be honest, I could see it all, cause I lived it years ago when he attacked fans and stalked me just to try and get something of his ego back. And the rest of the night happened as it did... but HERE’S what I am getting it! Something to throw around in the those thick skulls of yours.

Did I really fail at Shattered Reality? Or did I succeed and you just don’t know it? Cause we’ve got a couple of ideas to work with here.

On one hand, maybe – MAYBE – I was trying to preserve what little integrity Xander Valentine still has in SCW. Maybe, because I’ve seen what this kind of loss does to him, MAYBE me coming out and taking him down was me giving him an out! A way to save face for all of you!

Not saying I did, but wouldn’t that just be like the Selena Frost you think you know? Working the strings? Keeping people a certain way? That’s how you see me right? The girl with the big picture in mind! I was seconds away from being world champion at Rise to Greatness with the year-long plan in play. And the only thing that ruined that was a variable I couldn’t factor in! And you know that because all management does now is keep me held back from Cid! All management does is keep making excuses why I can’t face him for the world title! But oh! Let’s give Kimberly Williams a number-one contender spot while she’s choking in the Shot of Adrenaline tournament! Let’s give Syren a shot while she’s been leaning on tag wins with Chris Cannon and beating mid-card and barely holding her own against Amelia Nevado! Ignoring the woman that’s been UNDEFEATED since RTG! Ignoring the person that BEAT Syren last time we faced!

So maybe I just did what I did to keep Xander from imploding while simultaneously reminding management that my patience is wearing thin. That’s one theory.

Or! And this is the one that is interesting. Maybe I did exactly what I did so that Xander would do exactly what I wanted him to do. Bit of a stretch, but if you think about it... if I really wanted to end Xander’s career, I wouldn’t have trusted a concussion. I already know how thick his skull is! I’ve kicked it off more time than he’s even HAD concussions! No! I would have taken that chair, wrapped it around his scrawny little neck... and slammed the metal through it!

If I wanted to force the hands of management beyond question, I would have broken the bastard’s neck!

Oh! You’re going to boo that?! Why? The man stalked my family for years out of jealousy! The man attacked my bus with a sledgehammer, wanting to go after my wife and children! The man invaded my HOUSE! He put my sister-in-arms Regan Street on the shelf! He has taken so much from me for YEARS and what? Now that I’m playing by his rules and paying him back, you’re all going to boo me? Xander’s going to wave his finger at me? That what this is?

Hypocrites. All of you. It’s pathetic. You know it and I know it. You just don’t want to hear the truth and think you can drown it with your boos. Just like Xander thinks he can cover it up with attacking me.

But... I didn’t break Xander’s neck. I gave him a beating and what did he do? He came out at the tail-end of the match, while I did all the work. While I took all the damage – he stayed out of the way for the majority of the match, thus proving that I don’t need him. And then what? Oh yeah... he actually did what he was supposed to do and get his tag-team to victory. Oh did you miss that? He came out, made sure everyone was laid out and then left. Could have knocked me out and thrown either EFN member over me, like he did when I faced Asher Hayes. Could have ended by undefeated streak just like his ended. But he didn’t. He left without doing any of that on purpose! All I had to was make the pin!

How’s that for a theory? Maybe I did what I did cause it was the only way to turn the dumbass Executioner into a good, little tag-team partner and do what he’s supposed to do.

Cause in the end, what you all aren’t seeing or getting... is that yeah, I took a finisher. But what did I get out of it?!

I GOT WHAT I WANTED!

I got my victory! I got my match with the Glimmer Sisters! It’s a done deal! It’s etched in stone! Because whether they survive this coming two-night deal or not, I am going to get the tag-titles! And if that’s not through them, then I’m going to just wait until they are coming after them! Coming after me! I’m going to make them dance to my tune! It’ll be THEM demanding matches! THEM needing to jump through hoops while I embarrass them by being a tag-team champion they could only dream of!

That’s the real ‘Shattered Reality’, SCW! In the end... I win. Each and every time! I may take a beating or even a loss, but in the end... I get what I want! I get what I earn! I go where I want to go and stay where I am meant to stay...

As the Face of this company! As the most dominant superstar in SCW!

Which brings me to Fatal Fortunes... Don’t worry, I’m not going to waste too much time on this. I’ve been doing this for over a decade and not once has this event favoured me. Hell, SCW used it a few years ago to try and goad me back, showing their desperation. When THAT is the biggest ‘thing’ to happen to me at Fatal Fortunes, I don’t get worked up about ‘what-ifs’ like all of you.

I don’t care what rookies want me to make a name for themselves. I don’t care what champions are using my name to make their promos have substance. I don’t care what management is promising. Zero care. I’ll be in Saitama and London, I promise you all that. But what happens with me? The who? It doesn’t matter to me. The result is going to be the same regardless of the opponent.

And that’s me being dominant. That’s me being unstoppable. That’s me walking away still holding all the cards and the clock ticking away on The Glimmer Sisters until I rack them over the coals!

But... since we’re throwing out theories here... let me leave one in your brain, especially for the management and good ol’ CHBK...

Alex... Maybe nothing happens these two nights. Maybe these two nights go without a hitch. Maybe you get it easy and things go smoothly without incident. Doubtful, but I can imagine your old-pickled-brain is trying to believe it.

But let’s look at this: you’ve made it your mission to hold me back. Your blatant favouritism to your old Infamous buddies like Syren and Autumn, well that’s just pathetic. You’ve used phrases that mean NOTHING here like “earn it” when... oh yeah... Not even your golden-boy Xander is undefeated, is he? I got no more hoops to jump through to prove myself in ANY division, ANY title I want... you’re just holding me back from what is rightfully mine because of your personal vendetta against me.

I know it.
You know it.
Even the SCW Universe knows it.

But... what if... on a night you have NO control over who is held back. What if, just this once, just this one night... Luck DOES favour Selena Frost? What if... maybe – JUST MAYBE – the match with Selena ends up with more on the line than you want.

A title.
A number one contender spot.
A match with no rules against someone you don’t want to see me dismantle? Like a friend? Or one of the Glimmer Sisters? Or one of your prospects? Or... someone you care about very much...

Almost unlimited possibilities at how I can take whatever match I have and use it against you! I can hurt someone like I did Xander. I can force you to give me a title shot by ‘earning it’. Or... I could WIN a title!

And you... you can’t do a damn thing about it, can you?

Cause it’s all random, right? It’s all up in the air, right? And you and Dean and Knight... have to abide by the outcome...

Well... what do you know... Suddenly Fatal Fortunes sounds interesting to me again... Maybe I’ll come to Japan and Ontario with a patient smile on my face afterall.

Cause maybe, just maybe, it’ll be your turn to be held back. Unable to stop me as I make my ‘match’ another way to stick it to you and make you regret messing with your better, your money-maker, and your ‘Face of SCW’!

Scared yet, old man? Don’t answer.

I wouldn’t believe you one way or the other.

Sincerely,
Selena Michelle Frost
The Snow Queen