Selena Frost vs. David Striker

[Konrad Raab]

2 RP Limit for singles

3500 Word Per RP

Deadline: SATURDAY, November 29, 2025 at 11:59:59 p.m. ET

[PhantomTroupe]

(Striker) "Winterborne" part 1

OOC: Aisling and Colleen appear with permission.

[SnowQueenSCW]

Scars of a Fascade

”A Dressing: The Issue”

Eyrie Tower
New York City, New York
November 24th, 2025
4:18pm

The floor-to-ceiling windows of the penthouse glowed with the contrast of sunlight and winter snow as the flurry fell outside. Inside, however, the air smelled faintly of vanilla and lavender candles. The central air unit gave a quiet hum, running a few degrees colder than most people would like.

Selena did that when she was alone in her home. She preferred it cold. Always had. Always would. It helped her stay energized when she needed to be, focused when she needed to be, and cleared her mind when she was troubled.

Except for today for some unexplainable reason!

“Something to wear...” she muttered, standing barefoot on the white rug of her bedroom, glaring into the large walk-in closet. “Just one damn dress...” she added with a half-growl. “Why is that so difficult?”

Her fingernails were perfectly manicured and painted a frosted silver, yet now she was risking ruining them (about half an hour of meticulous work) as she dug them into her temple. Her hair was loosely braided to keep it out of the way, sliding over her shoulder.

She would fix all that later! She wanted to make sure she looked stunning tonight! She wanted to turn heads, particularly one who had the most beautiful red hair she had ever seen. It was similar to how she would dress with SCW, but even that seemed easier, as she could see herself in the pantsuits or wrestling attire, or even her street-wear of leather jacket, jeans and a t-shirt or sweater for that. But in SCW, her goal was to look confident, powerful and sexy.

This wasn’t SCW and she didn’t want to look like the unshakable “Snow Queen” or the ‘all-powerful World-Ruler’. She wanted to look sexy and... well, vulnerable. Genuine. Real. In short... Selena Frost wanted to look... like Selena Frost.

Cept who even knows who that is anymore?

And in that... Selena wasn’t sure. No one looked at her the same way – or even a way she wanted them to. Her oldest daughter hated her. Her son was indifferent. Her youngest daughter still didn’t really know – but Selena was sure her little princess would be the same as her Snowfla...as Elsianna one day. Deanna... Selena wasn’t sure some days what the redhead saw. Yes, they had talked about possibly remarrying if Deanna succeeded in her ‘mission’, but the platinum-blonde was not so convinced that was happening.

And then there was SCW...

The issues continued to get more and more ridiculous there! The world title picture aside, as she – admittedly – was intrigued with the notion of Cid Turner facing James Evans, a man as desperate and vile as the world champion himself – but the issues with her and The Glimmer Sisters? Ludicrous! Not becoming ludicrous – OUTRIGHT ludicrous!

First, she had BEATEN the damn Fiery Nation by herself! Didn’t matter if they had disqualified themselves – that looked bad on them, not her! It showed they couldn’t handle one Snow Queen, even in a handicap match! Two violent, powerhouses couldn’t silence her!

Earn it...

The words echoed menacingly in her brain. How was THAT not her earning it? How was that not proof?! If she could beat a more veteran team like the EFN, then didn’t she at least DESERVE consideration in taking on the Glimmer Sisters in a similar manner?

BUT NO! She still had to find a partner! And to add fuel to the damn fire, The Glimmer Sisters were threatening to force her to team with Xander Valentine – of all people! – by using their Trios Contract Gina had won – or had Gia won it?

Who cares?! Selena thought bitterly. It’s a damn waste if they do!

The idea of the two wasting such a golden ticket! And for what? For a match they already wanted? A match they thought they had in the bag? A handicap match would favour them of that! They could brag about ‘beating Selena Frost’ or whatever! And I could beat their asses into the ground and humiliate them for disrespecting me and my family...

She hadn’t forgotten the goal here. She had been disrespected, ambushed, and insulted enough by those two, yet management seemed hellbent in protecting them and/or the tag-team titles. Because putting her in a handicap match against the damn European Fiery Nation was fine! Oh sure! Do that! But against the tag-team champions for the SCW tag-team titles? A situation where Selena could benefit? Oh no! Earn it! Find a partner! Make it work!

It was hypocrisy at its finest and management seemed – or at least Dean Black and Lucas Knight if she had to guess – seemed fine with it...

Her and Xander... “Insane...” she muttered angrily to herself. She didn’t need the Executioner. The man was powerful, violent, one of the best in SCW – she could admit that quietly. That wasn’t the issue! The issue was that he was a liability! She didn’t trust the man anymore than she liked him – and the feelings were more than mutual. What was more, Xander came with baggage! Sure, the EFN were after both her and Xander as they wanted the tag-team title shot, but Xander had brought in Enigma – the Underground Champion! And while Selena was confident she could navigate a handicap match with the tag-team champions (challenging as that would be), she wasn’t stupid enough to think she could handle the Glimmer Sisters AND the EFN AND Enigma with only Xander Valentine as back up! Enigma was enough to keep Xander distracted, which would leave her against 4 other wrestlers. Hell no... she growled darkly. Let the EFN ‘earn their shot’ like I’ve had to and let Enigma and Xander kill each other for all I care!

There had to be a solution! Someway for her to get what she wanted – The Glimmer Sisters on their own. No hiding behind EFN. No delays or excuses from management! Just them with her, and all the time in the world to beat some humility into them...

What was the alternative? Being stuck facing the same people over and over again?

The trend was becoming obvious, Selena thought begrudgingly. SCW’s ‘plan’ to humble her with that handicap match had backfired and now? They were back to the original plan of keeping her ‘held back’ – the same plan of throwing the same old opponents at her in mid-to-low-card matches,  as she was set to wrestle on Breakdown against David Striker. Another person she had already fought, just over a year ago, actually, and beaten. Same with Lawler and Slayton.

Least I can get it done early and focus on dealing with the Glimmers. she thought to herself. It wasn’t that she didn’t have reason to think Striker would be an issue. He had been a talented newcomer a year ago when they had fought. Gotten in some solid moves and his arsenal was... decent. He had had potential, she could say that! But, truthfully, her initial reaction upon seeing his name next to hers last week had been. ‘Oh... he’s still wrestling?’.

She felt guilty at the thought, initially, but the man had made little to no impact compared to the rest of the Shinigami Foundation. Hell, much like with his preferred partner, Dante, Selena couldn’t even brag that beating Striker and Slayton meant that she had beaten the former tag-team champions on her own, because that accolade had gone to Belmont and Pierce, the other members of the group! It was like SCW management was mocking her with these antics! These mid-card matches that, really, did little to get her to where she needed to be, because they knew if they DID give her such an opportunity, she’d just prove herself right and embarrass the ones ‘running’ the damn show...

The notification from her phone, accompanied with a small clip of a sound, broke her thoughts, causing the Snow Queen to gaze at the phone. She read the screen quickly – a text message from Deanna: “Excited for tonight ”.

It was enough for the platinum-blonde to take a few deep breaths and focus on the matter at hand. She couldn’t do anything about the Glimmers, or Xander, or EFN, or management or even Striker at this point. She would have to deal with all that when she got to Breakdown, days away thanks to some kind of scheduling delay the company had. Calling it a ‘special edition’ instead of the truth that someone fucked up with the booking... she rolled her eyes at that.

But tonight wasn’t about SCW, no. She wasn’t dressing for the cameras, or the arenas, or the screaming crowds calling her every insult they could think of.

Right now, Selena was trying to get ready for a date. A date she had asked for. A date she very much wanted.

And a date she STILL couldn’t find a damn dress for!

“Deanna’s going to think I flaked if I don’t decide on something.” Selena pinched the bridge of her nose, as she stood in front of the mirror, merely in her black underwear. “Or that I didn’t care enough to find something...”. That thought scared her. While she wasn’t convinced in the least in Deanna’s ‘crusade’ to save her life, one thing Selena refused to allow was for the redhead to think she wasn’t the most important person in Selena’s life (along with their children) or that Deanna wasn’t deserving of the very best from the platinum-blonde. Yet, as she stared at her reflection, the toned body with just enough body fat to give her some feminine curves, the scars that ran along her sides and back, the black tattoo of a snowflake on her left-shoulder, she couldn’t help say the next words aloud as well.

“You’re back to being undefeated... Why is fabric beating your ass?”

No answer came back. With a sigh, Selena stepped back into the walk-in closet, the lights brightening automatically as racks of outfits lined the walls. Dresses, jackets, custom-fit stage gear, evening gowns she had worn to media galas, a few winter coats - even a handful of shoes, slippers and heels in rows.

Too many choices... None of them right. she thought in dismay.

Spotting something at the corner of her eye, the young woman grabbed a sleek black dress off its hanger. She recognized it. A satin dress that clung to every curve, elegant but simple, something she had worn once to some kind of sponsorship dinner. She held it up against herself as she turned to the mirror against the wall, tilting her head at her reflection.

“No.” she sighed, tossing the item away – she would hang it back up later, along with the pile of dresses on the floor that was growing. The dress was lovely but it was too… commanding. Too ‘SCW’s most hated heel’. She didn’t want to walk into dinner with Deanna and look like “The World-Ruler,” a role she dutifully played.

She grabbed another dress: a crimson one, off-the-shoulder. She didn’t even lift it all the way off the rack this time. “Absolutely not.” she huffed, shoving it back into place and trying again:

A pale silver one with a slit up the thigh. “Too much.”
A soft lilac that came down to her shins. “Not enough.”
Another black one, mermaid-style. “Too intimidating.”
A midnight-blue sparkly cocktail dress. “Too short.”

Time ticked by with each choice. Five minutes. Ten. Twenty. With each attempt, the frustration in her chest expanded, like a growing, burning pain, until she felt like screaming. Instead she let out a slow breath and stepped back.

“Why am I like this?” she whispered. “Why is this so damn hard?!”

A date wasn’t supposed to be this terrifying. Not with Deanna. They had been married, lived together, loved each other with a depth that still scared her when she thought about it too long. But they had also hurt each other.

She dropped her hand and closed her eyes, actually contemplating the next words that came out of her. “Maybe I should cancel...” she whispered to the empty air.

She imagined Deanna’s face at that: the faint frown, the soft disappointment she would try to hide, the patient acceptance she always seemed to have for the platinum-blonde, followed by the biting of the lower lip before a slow nodding of the head and an ‘Okay. I get it.’ – the redhead’s best attempt at understanding Selena out of love. It made Selena wince and her hands tighten into fists.

“No. No.” she ordered herself. “We are not running from this.” she added, steadying herself with help from the cool air surrounding her. She could do this. She wanted to do this! She just needed a damn dress!

After another frustrated sweep of her closet with her eyes, though, she turned away, walking back into the bedroom. Maybe she was missing something... or maybe she should check Deanna’s closest or-

The secondary closet! She was moving before the thought was fully formed in her mind. She had barely entered that room since designating it – which was why Deanna had used it to hide Midna, the little black kitten they had adopted. I still can’t believe that little thing was living here for days before I knew...

She didn’t feel self-conscious walking around in her underwear. She had walked the halls naked many times while living her by herself (though not while her children where around). And with the children with Deanna for another hour or two – grocery shopping or something – Selena had no hesitation walking down the stairs and down the hall until she reached the correct room. The guest room’s lights flickered on as she pushed the door open.

The room smelled... actually it smelled a little like cleaner. Like it had been washed and cleaned regularly – which she attributed to Deanna keeping Midna here. Almost on cue, a small meow was heard as the feline ran from where it had been napping. Immediately, Selena knelt down and gathered the small creature up. “Hello, Midna.” she whispered fondly, taking the time to give the pet the affection it clearly desired.

Around the room, everything else seemed in place. A bed with crisp white sheets. A dresser nobody had ever opened. The only evidence of the contrary were the body and paw indents on the bed, where the kitten had clearly slept. Spending a few more minutes with Midna, Selena eventually placed her back on the bed, letting it get back to its nap before making her way across the room to the secondary walk-in closet of the suite.

She was inside a minute later, the lights going on as she entered. This closet was smaller but still large and lined with clothes. Unlike her closet, however, these clothes were filled with things her memory wasn’t so fresh on. Old ring gear she had outgrown or replaced, costumes from photo shoots, some dresses she had worn before her villainous days in SCW.

She tried to fight back the wave of nostalgia and longing that hit her as she ran her fingers over sequined gowns, a sapphire nightdress, a winter-white coat- and then she froze.

She spied the garment, buried between a dark-green one and a magenta one. Even so concealed, her breath caught in her throat. She still recognized it...

“No…” she whispered in disbelief. Slowly, fingers trembling, she pulled the dress out of its entrapment.

First thing she saw was the blue. A specific blue, soft and deep and reminiscent of a winter sky during a snowfall. Long, elegant fabric that pooled at her feet when she tugged it free. The faux-fur white collar—plush, soft, trimming the top edge in a swooping line that left the neck and tops of the shoulders bare. Small embroidered snowflakes shimmered along the skirt, subtle but enchanting...

Selena felt her tears well up a little as she held the fabric in her hand. My favourite dress.

The Winter-Diamond’s dress... Also known as ‘The Winter-Sky Dress’.  She hadn’t thought about this dress in years... Worse, she had deliberately buried it away. The last time she’d worn it—

Selena swallowed painfully at the memory. The last time she wore it, she’d not felt powerful, but beautiful. Not intimidating. Not icy, not cold, not villainous. Beautiful. Loved. Because she had worn it for herself. To celebrate herself. Her family. Her wife. Her life outside of SCW. Someone like CHBK or Striker or Xander – none of them would get it. They’d just tilt their hands and say it was a pretty dress or – more likely – make some crack about her looking like Elsa, as that had become the norm again, it seemed. No, this was not for work. This dress had been for her.

And for Deanna.

Almost like a phantom-touch, Selena remembered it so vividly standing there in the closet. How Deanna had been the one to help her zip it up. How she had kissed Selena’s shoulder. How she had called Selena breathtaking...

Selena blinked suddenly, realizing her vision had gone blurry... Slowly, she set the dress gently on the small bench inside the closet, sitting beside it. Her fingers brushed the fur collar, the long gown, the sequins. The question rose up on its own as she did:

Do I have any right to wear this?

She sighed at it – the reason she had put this dress here in the first place. She wasn’t the same woman as before. That woman had been hopeful. Open. Warm. All before she had thought she could be the villain and handle the hate. She hadn’t realized, until it was too late, what living in that hate would do to her. What it had cost. What it had cost Deanna. What it had cost all of them...

Selena’s fingers tightened slightly on the fabric.

“Probably doesn’t even fit anymore…” she murmured to herself.

Physically, she suspected she did. She trained harder now than ever before. She was in the best shape of her career, even if it felt like she was falling apart most days.

But that isn’t the real question, is it?

Slowly, the Snow Queen stood up, lifting the dress in both hands. She walked to the medium-sized mirror tucked into the wall, holding the gown against herself nervously. Biting her lower lip, she slowly brought her gaze to look into the mirror.

It looked… right.

Her throat tightened painfully at just how perfect it looked – an anger she had repressed for so long bubbling to the surface. Her voice cracked when she spoke again, “You don’t get to pretend you’re still her!”

She knew better! Villains don’t get these moments! Not after everything she’d said. Not after everything she’d done! Selena slammed her eyes shut. The dress felt heavier now.

And yet, she wanted to wear it. Gods, she wanted to wear it! She wanted to feel beautiful again, vulnerable again, open again. She wanted for Deanna to look at her the way she used to.

But did she deserve any of that? She knew the answer as she turned, intending to hang it back up, to bury it away again. And yet... Her eyes drifted to the mirror once more.

She didn’t look like the villain right now. She didn’t look like the woman who screamed insults backstage as part of the show, who mocked every fan and person she came across during shows, who stared into cameras with that cold, perfect smirk.

She just... looked like Selena.

Maybe— her heart whined. Maybe I can be allowed to try... just for tonight...

Her hands tightened on the dress. Wearing it didn’t mean pretending nothing had happened. It didn’t erase the mistakes. It didn’t change anything! It just... it gave her and Deanna a break! And why not?! They were booked the last 4 shows in a row! No other family or superstar pairing were so booked! Didn’t they deserve a break to just be themselves – be who they WANTED to be?!

Selena exhaled slowly, looking down at the dress once more.

“Okay,” she whispered. “Let’s try.”

She carried the dress back to the main bedroom, not saying a word, even when she arrived and unzipped the dress fully. Didn’t say a word as she stepped into it carefully, guiding the fabric up over her hips, her waist, her chest. Not a word as the fur collar brushed her shoulders softly. Not even a grunt escaped her as she struggled slightly with the zipper at the back, eventually sliding it in place.

But when she looked up into the mirror— the silence was broken as she gasped, the breath sucked out of her.

It still fit.

She felt the dress embrace her like it always had. She felt close to tears at the sight—dangerously so.

She let them come, for a moment, before catching them on her fingertips. “You’re allowed to try.” she whispered to herself, allowing herself to admire her reflection for a moment before her eyes settled on her phone again, picking it up, the read but unopened message from Deanna met her. With a sure smile, Selena typed in her reply:

‘Me too. Wearing something nice. I sure am ’

[SnowQueenSCW]

The Royal Letter

The camera opens up to reveal the Snow Queen, Selena Frost, sitting in a black throne chair. She wears a black pantsuit and her hair is in its iconic braid. She seems to take a minute to mull her thoughts about until she smiles herself. It is only at this point that her sapphire eyes turn towards the camera and her audience.

So... she lets the question roll a little bit. We’re playing games now, are we?

The handicap match failure wasn’t enough of a try? Now we’re just letting people jump me practically every show? You know... it’s funny! Management – Dean Black, Lucas Knight, and I guess CHBK if he can still work his phone... they talk about accountability. They talk about people having to ‘earn opportunities’. They talk about ‘consequences for their actions’ but let’s just see here...

I BEAT the European Fiery Nation – and, yet, THEY are set for a tag-team title shot. So, they earned it by losing?
The Glimmer Sisters have attacked me on quite a few occasions and yet... nothing! No punishment? No consequences?

My last two matches have ended with either someone running in, interfering,  or using weapons and getting themselves disqualified. Slayton? Mass interference. EFN? Weapons and disqualification. Again, where’s the hammer? Where’s the accountability? This has been going on for MONTHS now! MONTHS I have had to deal with this crap and all I hear from management is “earn the matches you want”. But apparently, I’m an odd class out because even when I win – even when I PROVE my case, that brass ring remains out of reach! Meanwhile, everyone else gets what they want around here! Raab wanted his Elimination Chamber match? He got it! Xander wanted to be in said chamber match? He got it! Glory wanted a world title match? She got it! The list is rather long of similar examples but you know who’s name is NOT on that list? Mine!

Because no matter how I stay undefeated since RTG, I’m nowhere near consideration for the world title it seems. DESPITE having beaten Glory Braddock last we fought, not to mention Syren, despite winning when no one thinks I can. And just to add to all of that, I can’t seem to get a match with the damn Glimmer Sisters. ‘Get a partner!’, right? Cause you couldn’t just book me in a handicap match against them like you did with me and the EFN, right? Of course not! That would just make your world tag-team champions and, thus, the tag-team titles, look like the joke and embarrassment they actually are and gods forbid Selena embarrass the brass of SCW again, right?!

Slowly, Selena takes a deep inhale and exhale to steady her nerves.

Why are you doing this, guys? What is the point? We’re supposed to be ‘the best in wrestling’. Yet, you continuously hold me back. Why? Have I not proven that I am the best in SCW? My track record? My loyalty? No matter what the fans say about me? How much they hate me? I’m still here! I’m still showing up and bringing the standard SCW SHOULD be known for! So why? Why are your show-runners so obsessed with keeping me locked in the mid-card with these throw away matches? Why are you keeping me off Pay-Per-Views and away from high-end matches? Why am I being given the runaround while people who do so much less are rewarded?!

Because the more I think about it, the more it seems less and less like a ‘deserving’ reason and more and more that I am being punished. I am being punished simply because I am Selena Frost. I am being punished simply because I am Selena Frost and CHBK, Dean Black, and Lucas Knight don’t like Selena Frost. she tilts her head. Scratch that. CHBK, Dean Black and Lucas Knight HATE Selena Frost!

And I can’t say I blame them. I’m a hundred times the world champion and icon that CHBK ever was. The only reason I’m not in the Hall of Fame yet is because I haven’t retired yet and again, look who’s running the damn thing, right? Dean Black hates me because he failed at being a wrestler and seeing someone achieve the things he wishes he could, things he dreamed he could but couldn’t, well... it’s a bitter pill to swallow that he can’t be the ‘Face of SCW’ when I’ve done it for what? Five years now? And of course, Lucas Knight. Pffft, please! Selena makes the sound with a trill of her lips.

I’ve not only embarrassed him, but let’s face it, there isn’t a name associated with him that I haven’t humiliated. Christy Matthews, Syren and Ravyn, Chris Cannon, basically all of his Infamous and Order of Chaos buddies? Yeah, nobodies compared to me. So, of course he’s going to hold that against me – of course he’s going to blame me that neither he nor his buddies were on my level, that they weren’t GOOD ENOUGH to be on my level.

And that’s fine. If those three wanted to sit and stew at home and cry into their pillows about how much they hated me, I’d be fine with that. It’s petty but I’d be okay with that. But they are in a position of power and they are letting their bias, their jealousy get in my way of doing what I do better than anyone else. They are letting their petty insecurities and jealousy get in the way of me doing what is best for SCW and for wrestling!

She sits back in her chair. Am I the only person seeing this? I mean, at some point, does it start to get obvious? Does it not start to get blatantly clear? How much longer will I have to wait to get a chance at Cid Turner, huh? How many more people am I going to have to beat till I get the Glimmer Sisters? Why am I the only one jumping through hoops when everyone else, apparently, just needs to ask and they get what they want?

‘Earn it’? How? How CHBK? Why don’t you or Black or Knight call me and tell me – EXACTLY – what it is going to take to ‘earn’ what I want. Give me the step-by-step instructions other than ‘get a tag partner’ because at this point, I’m starting to think that’s just a phrase you’re using to hold me back. And if that’s the case and this IS a vindictive, managerial ploy, maybe I’m talking to the wrong people...

She gives a shrug of her shoulders. Maybe there’s people in HR, in the press, or the Board of Directors or the Investors’ circle? Maybe I can talk to them. Hell, Kandis slept with a few of them, I’m sure, to find a way to the top, short as THAT hell was. Maybe I need to talk to those people to get some answers rather than the same BS from the same BS-people?

Again, Selena shrugs her shoulders. Something to think about over the next few days, I think. But I’ve got to think about someone else, too, apparently! Cause it looks like that mid-card-marathon I spoke about is continuing! Cause I’ve got David Striker, a man that thinks he’s different because he’s actually TELLING me to hurt him! That he WANTS me to hurt him!

A mocking expression of shock flirts across Selena’s features. Thank you, Striker! Thank you so much for your permission! I mean – apparently that’s what my life is these days. Everyone gets what they want but I need permission to challenge for the world title. I need permission to get a match with the Glimmer Sisters. So I guess you’re just following the trend, thinking I need permission to beat you into the ground. I can see that...

Except I didn’t need it or want it, Striker. Because I was going to beat you into the ground anyway, and before you smile and laugh and say ‘Bring it on’, it’s got nothing to do with your lacklustre, generic-as-shit promo against me. Way to pay attention to NOTHING there, boyo, and it’s got everything to do with YOU personally...

Uncrossing her leg, Selena stares coldly at the camera, leaning forward a bit.

You think I could disappoint you, Striker? David... YOU are the disappointment here.

Let me take you back a bit – cause it was JUST over a year ago that I faced you on an episode of Breakdown. Literally! November 20th of last year. Remember that? You were talking all this crap about me, about you being ‘A Master of Fate’! Remember? Bragging about how you’ll become tag-team champions, right? Cause you had JUST lost your chance at the Underground title in the elimination chamber while I had just won my chamber match – a victory that lead to nothing for me by the way, but I digress.

You were so full of yourself. Controlling destiny? How did that go, David? Huh? How did our match go? You clearly don’t know because your promo showed how little you remember, including who the hell I am, but I’ll tell you. I beat your ass in and then kicked your head off and beat you clean. You want to know the truth, David? I was angry that night. Angry because of Blake Mason and you were just collateral. You were just a punching bag I could beat in to let out some frustrations.

So last time I let loose. You said you’d ‘tear me apart’? Well, I battered and bruised you into defeat.

But that isn’t what makes you a disappointment, David. Oh no. What makes you a disappointment is what’s happened in that year since then.

Because since you LOVE so much about talking about your past in the ‘indies’ and about your brother in some other company when he probably couldn’t last five minutes in an SCW ring with someone like me – since you love your past so much, David, let’s talk about the past year for you. It’s been a year since our last fight, whatcha been up to? Hmmm?

Selena tilts her head. Well, after failing to be Underground champion and losing to me – for that loss – you were rewarded! Yes! Just like Fiery Nation, you losing to me, somehow, nabbed you a tag-team title shot in Dusseldorf! Yes! You got your tag-team title match...

A match that you lost to Fall of Man! Selena gives a low whistle. Another loss for Striker. Ouch.

But silver lining! Two months later, you got ANOTHER chance! You didn’t even have to win a match or a tournament! You were just GIVEN a second shot! Not joking here, guys! Selena sits back in her chair. Given another chance at a title you want... she scoffs. Wow... I mean, in Dusseldorf, I was winning my match and beating Blake Mason into paste. All I got for my troubles on that particular Breakdown was Gavin Taylor, who I beat by the way. But you! Second chance against the Fall of Man and the tag-team titles... and you lost again.

Her tone is a little colder, a little more irritated. Dropped the ball again, Striker. Hmmm... Well, maybe that’s just the way it is. I mean, you go back, you earn another opportunity, right? That’s what Black and Knight and CHBK say to me. So that must- OH WAIT! NO! She laughs bitterly. That’s not what happens here, ladies and gentleman. Not for David Striker! Because Striker – the ‘Master of Fate’ – the man that says he was on an ‘Undefeated Streak’ when he got here about a year ago... what streak we talking about here, David? Cause it looks more like a losing streak.

Nope – not even a losing streak – cause you managed to get one win! One win for David! Yes! That win was against Kemal Yilmaz – sorry if I’m not more impressed of you beating someone from the Fiery Nation, David, but seeing as how I just beat TWO of them by myself? she shrugs. But apparently, SCW was impressed! Because despite losing to Clyde Sutter in your next match, that ONE, SINGLE victory nabbed you ANOTHER title shot! This one against Polly Pignotti for the Television Title!

What is this? The third title shot for you since facing me? And, surprise surprise... Striker lost again.

But THAT’S it right? No more gimmes, right? David turns it around, management stands firm and- OH NO! – Striker gets put into the Scaffold Scramble match! ANOTHER opportunity! Another gimme for David!

And surprise – actual surprise – David manages to pull off a miracle and win the damn thing. Don’t ask me how, I guess a broken clock is right twice a day and I’ve had people get past me in RTG for one night only, so luck and miracles can happen... Selena sighs bitterly at that particular fact.

But back to you, David. You get ANOTHER title shot – this one for the United States Championship. This jog your memory? We’re almost at our present time. You faced La Pequena Luz... and again... you lost.

Selena’s tone grows colder and more irritated. Another loss follows, this time to Gavin Taylor at Under Attack – yes, book the loser and not the ‘Face’ on the PAY-PER-VIEW, good call there, management! – but okay! THAT’S it, right?

David... we both know where we are going with this, don’t we? Despite not winning a match since July, you got yourself ANOTHER tag-team title shot. This one against the Glimmer Sisters. Keep in mind, David, I had already BEATEN Dante Slayton before you and he were given this shot! And, I suppose to keep his ‘streak’ alive, David lost this title match too!

Taking a deep breath, Selena sits back, letting her ‘history lesson’ settle. For those that lost track, in the YEAR since David Striker and I fought on Breakdown, this ‘Master of Fate’ has won a total of TWO matches out of NINE... and yet received at least FIVE title opportunities...

A knowing smirk slowly graces Selena’s lips. You get why I don’t need your permission to hurt you, David. Why I don’t need your ‘okay’ to make you bleed? Because you make me fucking sick! You make me sick because despite being a certified LOSER, you were gifted opportunity after opportunity! You didn’t have to ‘earn’ anything! You didn’t have to DO anything! You just lost and they gave you the world!

And I’m supposed to look at you and be okay with that?! When the ONLY title opportunity for me came at my own cunning and brilliance – management had NOTHING to do with it! – so let’s be honest, SCW gave me NOTHING for all I did! Nothing for winning the chamber, going undefeated for six months, nothing for all my victories while you, David, were given EVERYTHING... for LOSING!

Tell me how you earned those tag-title matches, David!
Tell me how you earned that Television title match, David!
Tell me how you earned the opportunity to be in Scaffold Scramble, David!

When you couldn’t win more than ONE match from November to fucking July! EXPLAIN THAT TO ME, DAVID! Cause I can’t figure it out! I can’t figure out how you’re doing what management says I’m not! How you are ‘earning it’ while I, apparently, am not! How you are ‘deserving’ of it and I am not! EXPLAIN IT!

Her yell echoes within the room, causing some of the items within to shake a little from the reverberation. It gives enough time for Selena to sit back in her chair, cracking her knuckles angrily.  And the most insulting thing... despite being given all this... you, Striker, have the audacity to ask for more... she gives a scoffing laugh. You have the gall to ask something of me...

Why not?! Since David gets whatever he wants, I’ll hurt you. I’ll make you bleed. But here’s the reality, David. I’m not going to make you bleed because you want me to. I’m not going to make you bleed because you want to have some ‘badge of honour’. I’m going to make you bleed because I’m going to make you finally pay for all you’ve been given.

All the opportunities.
All the title-shots.
All the freebies.
All the gimmies.

All the shit you DIDN’T EARN. I’m going to make you hurt and ache and bleed for every thing you were gifted and every time you FAILED and DISAPPOINTED everyone in SCW by being a loser.

But if you think that’s where it ends? I make you bleed and you either ‘come back’ or you don’t, David? No. No it doesn’t end there. Because you don’t get to ask for an ending. You don’t get to ask for anything else. You don’t get what you want past that point, David. Oh no. Once I make you bleed? It’s going to be what I want.

And what I want? I want to beat you within an inch of your pathetic little life. I want to beat you until you can’t stand up. I want to beat you until you can’t see. I want to beat you until you can’t even rationally think!

Selena leans forward again, eyeing the camera.

Because you are the proof of the hypocrisy and the discrimination and double-standard against me. And I am done simply ‘taking it’. I am done simply letting it slide. I am, unequally, the BEST wrestler in SCW. Nobody even comes close. Not you, not the Glimmers, not Cid Turner and NOT Xander F’N Valentine! And I am DONE being told to ‘earn it’.

So David, come Breakdown? Don’t be asking me for an ‘end’. Don’t be asking me to ‘stop’. Because I gave you what you wanted, remember?

But I’ll tell you what, Striker. After I do that? I’ll ask the cameras and, thus, management backstage if I’ve ‘earned’ what I want yet. And I’ll end the match – and you - when they tell me I have... or maybe when you’ve actually earned that ending...

A cold, cruel smirk graces Selena’s face. Let’s see which one of us earns what they want first... and which one of us management wants to BELIEVE, shall we?

The camera slowly fades on the dark expression of the Snow Queen before entirely fading to black.