Selena Frost vs. Scott Reed

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Villain of the Year

”It Burns”

Trapped with seemingly no way out… I can definitely relate to that…

The Frost Home
Nome, Alaska
November 22nd, 1992
9:32pm

“Mom…” the child whined, rubbing her eyes with her hand as she was pulled down the hall. It was well past her bedtime, wasn’t it? She vaguely remembered her daddy bending down and kissing her forehead before she drifted off to sleep. She strained to open her eyes. It took a second for her vision to adjust, but she recognized the pictures on the wall, the familiar wallpaper, even some of the corners. She was definitely home. “Mom…” she whined again.

“Stop whining.” Came the firm voice of her mother, Anastasia DeCarlo casting a commanding glance that made the child immediately ‘wake up’. “Your father is off in his mine… again.” Her mother seemed to growl at the thought, as if it brought some kind of unhappiness to her, which made no sense to Selena. She was so very proud of her papa!

“You think he’ll find gold tonight?” she asked, her young voice high with hope. “He said that, when he does find it, he’s going to take me out of here and travel the world with me! He says there are castles and places where there is no snow at all! And-“

“Be quiet!” again, that cruel, cold voice silenced Selena, her previous hope now replaced with a stab of fear. What had she done? Had she messed up somewhere to make her mother mad? Was she going to be punished? Last time had been a week ago, when she had accidentally knocked over her mother’s glass of juice. She had had her hands whipped with a ruler and then sent to her room without dinner. Desperately, the child tried to remember the day, but her sleepiness made that very difficult.

“I’m sorry.” She settled on saying, shrinking back a little despite being pulled further down the hall. Her mother seemed to ignore her apology, making the left at the doorway to enter the bathroom – except there wasn’t any door. It was against the wall, which was strange. Was it taking a day off or a break or something?

Inside the bathroom, Selena felt her hand being tossed away, causing the small child to stand before her mother. “Get into the tub. You’re filthy.” Anastasia ordered, the blonde woman’s tone booking no room for argument.

“But…” Selena tried anyway. “I already had a bath today…”

She been outside with the other kids and, yes, while she had gotten dirty from rolling around in the snow and dirt, she had taken a very thorough bath thanks to her father helping her. Slowly, she lowered her eyes to check herself, seeing no dirt on her hands or on her light-blue PJs-

SMACK!

She was suddenly on the floor. Had she fallen down? Slipped or something- It wasn’t until she felt the stinging sensation against her face that she realized what had happened.

Her cheek burned.

Gazing her eyes up, she felt tears start to form in her eyes. “What did I do?” she cried, looking up at the cold stare of her mother.

“You were born…” Anastasia hissed. “Now…” she slowly, darkly, pointed to the tub beside them. “I said get into the tub. You’re filthy.”

Selena wanted to cry. To cry for her papa, but he wasn’t here. And she didn’t want to get hit again. If that meant having a second bath, okay… least she’d be super clean then.

Slowly, the young platinum-blonde crawled over to the tub and quickly pulled herself into it, sitting in the cast-iron tub with the ‘claw foot’ pedestals. She could literally sit in the middle as she was and just barely get her head above the top.

“Shouldn’t I…” she started to ask, wanting to inquire about her clothes but the stare from her mother silenced her, the young child simply drawing her knees to her chest as her mother reached over and twisted one of the handles nearby. It took a few seconds for the rumbling to come and a few seconds more for the water to begin coming out of the faucet. Slowly, it reached Selena’s feet, and the girl immediately pushed herself away from it.

“It’s hot, mommy.” The child cried. “Too hot.”

Anastasia did not move from where she stood. “Do not move.” She ordered the girl and Selena, fearing another slap, obeyed, biting her lower lip and releasing a few cries as the water reached her.

It burns… her mind screamed as the scalding water rose up to her feet, soaking her clothes, then her waist, then her shoulders, then her neck. Still, she was too scared to move, too scared to cry. Even when she had to tilt her head up a little because the water was so high.

Papa will be home soon… she thought desperately, even as she saw her mother turn the water off.

“Filthy…” Anastasia whispered. “How the hell could you be here…”

Selena had no idea what her mother meant. She was too distracted by the heat of the water hurting her skin and turning her eyes red. Her cheek still burned from the slap. All she could do was sit there amidst the water – hating how hot it was. She wanted cold water. Cold as ice and snow…

She barely got the thought out when she felt something slam down on top of her, immediately driving her under the water’s surface! Confused and instantly scared, her hands flew up towards the water… and met a wall of wood! She could feel the groves of the door and even the doorknob, which she pulled and pushed on, like she would to open any door! But it would not budge. She could hear some muffled screaming but the water muted most of it down to simply vague sounds.

She pushed!
She tried to scream but hot water rushed into her mouth!
She tried to kick but there wasn’t enough space!
She tried to find the plug and pull it out, but her hands met some kind of dirt…cement?

I can’t breathe… her mind screamed, terror gripping every part of her. She tried desperately to cry for help. To bring her father – ANYONE – to her and save her! Her chest ached, her lungs…

They burn… She cried, though she couldn’t let out any tears, or if she did, they just became part of the ‘bath’ that was drowning her.

The water burned.
Her face burned.
Her lungs burned.

She just wanted it to stop. She wanted to be cold. She wanted to be in the snow. She wanted to be…

Slowly, the darkness crept in fully, her mind letting go of everything and surrendering to the cold… of oblivion…

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I-90 East
Wall, South Dakota
September 29th, 2024
1:21am

Selena’s eyes shot open and she shot upright, letting out a small scream and immediately recoiling from the pain from her neck and shoulder! “Fuck!” she cried out, falling back down on the bed, emotionally spent.

That same damn dream again! She sighed at it. It was a memory… a deep-rooted memory of when her step-mother Anastasia had tried to drown her, hating the child for not being ‘biologically hers’. Had it not been for Alejandra, Selena knew she would have died that night.

With a sigh, the Snow Queen banished the memory, once more, to the recesses of her mind, as she pulled herself back up, slowly. She only had herself to blame for this pain. She had taken her last NX too early and, now, there was none left. Cursing her stupidity for not remembering to refill the container, the former world champion threw her door open, wincing at the pain from the lights for a second before marching over to the front of her limo-bus, where Ra was driving.

“You got any Advil or something?” she asked irritatingly. “My stupid neck is bothering me and the doctor didn’t give me enough for the trip home.”

The Egyptian didn’t move her gaze from the road but nodded her head. “In the cupboard by the fridge. Got it just before the pay-per-view.”

“Thanks.” Was all Selena said before marching back towards the back, stopping at the desired location. Opening the drawer, she spied the red-lidded bottle and pulled it out, gazing down at it with frustration as she read the label.

Regular strength.

Oh come on! Selena mentally screamed. This wouldn’t dull a damn headache, let alone a pinched nerve!

Still, she said nothing, merely taking the bottle and disappearing back into her room, turning on the room’s light as she did so. Standing there as the bus drove along, she reread the damned label half a dozen times. Compared to NX, this was a ‘Flintstones vitamin’! It would do nothing for her pain, given her tolerance. Still… she had to do something to stop the burning she felt in her neck and arm.

Carefully, she pried off the lid and picked out a small handful of pills, probably around 5 or 6, before closing the container again. Without thinking, she tossed the pills into her mouth, only tilting her head back a little to get them in – or at least try to. One managed to slip out of her hand and land on the floor. With a groan of frustration as she swallowed the pills she did have, the platinum-blonde slowly, and with some difficulty, pulled herself down onto her knees to search for the pill. It took a moment, but she spied it on the ground under the drawer bolted into the wall…

And right next to the yellow plastic container that had fallen and rolled under it too.

Eyes wide, Selena grabbed at the damn thing and pulled the container out, seeing the full supply of NX. She HAD refilled it and brought it with her! She must have just forgot because of the pain/Apocalypse!

Desperately, Selena pulled herself up and placed the other container on the counter before twisting open the NX one. But as she pulled out the familiar, clear pill, her mind froze.

She had just taken 5 Advil… if she took the NX…

The solution came to her faster than she was proud of and the Snow Queen was suddenly rushing to the bathroom, despite the pain she felt. Before she could give it a second thought, she had thrown herself down towards the toilet, jamming the fingers of her free hand deep into her mouth. She didn’t care. She was vicious with her self-assault and, within a few seconds, she was gagging and retching the contents of her stomach into the bowl.

It burned her throat… and she let it. She pushed it all out as hard as she could, letting herself embrace the pain as she heaved. She was NOT going to OD because of Blake Mason! Fuck that!

A few more convulsions and she felt her body still, though it still throbbed with the pain of her actions, especially where the nerve was pinched. Still satisfied, Selena grabbed a bit of toilet paper and wiped her mouth clean before slowly pulling herself up to the sink. Using the water there, she took the NX pill and swallowed it. With one last deep breath, she settled back down onto the floor, letting the cold tiles comfort her.

She wanted the cold. She needed it. And as the familiar, and potent, painkiller took over, she welcomed its cold whole-heartedly.

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The Royal Letter

Should I be yelling and griping about the loss of the Trios finals? Perhaps I should. Should I be asking you all if you ‘believe’ after such a thing happened? Perhaps I should.

But Instead, I’d like to ask a very simple question….

Is this what you wanted?

“Wild, Wild West”, huh? Mind explaining that to me, Josh Hudson? Mind explaining that to me, CHBK? I mean, considering the man that ‘wanted it’ just went through what would be considered a “Selena Frost style match” of integrity, I find it hard to believe that the supposed ‘world champion’ really wants it. Perhaps what he actually meant was ‘Selena-style’ matches for him but EVERYONE else has to get screwed out of what is rightfully theirs. See, now THAT sounds more like Josh Hudson. A man that promises you the world and yet it’s me that has to give it to you and endure it.

Because, let’s face it, people, you all saw it! Hell, even Sharper and Knots ADMITTED to it! The match could have – and WOULD have – gone the other way if not for Blake Mason getting involved! If MY rules had been employed, if this had been about integrity and skill and everything Xander and Amelia Blythe have been talking about, the Trios winners would be Raynes, Polly and me and every person in SCW knows it!

But what do we get? Our boss, CHBK, fumbling over his own two feet during Breakdown while chaos runs through the ring! No! Better! He REWARDS the cheaters further by naming Xander Valentine next in line for the world title!

Question for Xander… are you satisfied with this? Are you satisfied, knowing that you were BEATEN by one kick – one Glass Shard – from me and that you NEEDED not just Billy to save you but Blake Mason, of all people, to get past me? Are you satisfied with letting Amelia down like you did? You think she can look at that Trios contract and be proud? Because she knows in her heart who those contracts rightfully belong to! Who it was that DOMINATED that match and took YOU down, Xander! Just like you know…

I’ll let that sit in your head for awhile, Xander – the knowledge that I had you once again! That I was better than you once again and how you NEEDED help!

And instead, I’ll move my attention to more imminent matters. That being Breakdown… and speaking of people that can’t seem to stop talking about me…

Scott Reed. The man that has to cry about me every promo he films, every segment he’s part of. “Selena this! Selena that! Selena this! Selena that!”

Do you understand how utterly pathetic you sound, Reed? What? You started being a wrestler again because of me, is that it? You were “Oh so mad!” of my tactics that you just couldn’t stand it anymore! That it? That my decisions to make the world title mean something along the lines of integrity and skill upset you?

Tell me, Reed… if THAT was your breaking point, where the hell were you when Syren was running this place? When Katya was doing shit? When Christy Matthews had Chris Cannon be an official in a US title match against me, putting me at a handicap? When James Evans had to face ALL of the Beauty Network/whomever in a chamber on his own? When Infamous and Sienna’s group created bedlam during a world title match years ago? Where was your ‘bleeding heart’ for SCW then?

Because that? Not a peep. Not a word. Just you running around in a mask – the joke of SCW. But oh! I decide to hold people accountable for such acts and THAT’S going too far? That’s the line, is it?

Is this really about that, Reed? Or is the real reason because you’re still hurt that, after all these years, you’re still that same little piece of crap that I beat for the Television title?

Oh, come on, one of us was going to bring that up! It’s been the one thing you keep talking about. ‘Back in the day, Selena stole my singles title from me! BOO HOO!’. On and on like a damn record player.

Yes, Reed. I took the TV title from you. I wanted it, I was better than you, so I took it! That’s what happens in this sport! That’s what being a champion is about! The best holds the title until someone better comes along and beats them. And you got two choices from there: Get better or get out.

You? You got out. And the only reason you are here now is because it just pisses you off that I’m still here, at a level you could only dream of. That I am here, the greatest superstar in SCW today – hell, check the latest rankings! I’m not the world champion anymore and I’m STILL above 99% of this roster!

And then there’s you, not even on the list, whining and crying the same thing week after week.

“I should face Selena!”
“I should be in Trios Finals!”
“I should be the number one contender for the United States title!”
“I should be the United States Champion!”
“It should be me! It should be me! It should be me!”

The difference between your statements and mine, Reed? Nobody screwed you out of anything! You lost cleanly to my team in the semi-finals because we were better! You lost your match at Apocalypse because Luz was better! You’re not going to be United States Champion because Deanna is better! You’re not on the Elite 15 because so many others, including David frickin Striker, are better!

That’s the reality! And no matter how you spin it, how you point the finger of blame at me and say I am the ‘cause’ of all your unhappiness or whatever BS you spout off – maybe take a page from Hudson and Xander’s book about ‘saving SCW’, cause THAT hasn’t gotten old! – nothing you say or do is going to change that fact!

And let’s be honest here, Reed, you wouldn’t even KNOW what to do with a win over me even if you were given one! Where has your ‘wins’ with the likes of Kristen Scott, Rise to Greatness, etc. lead you? What have you done with them? What have you done to make the most of them?

Nothing. You’ve gone nowhere! Not won a title, a contender match, nothing! You’ve ended up exactly where you started months ago, singing the same song!

So now what, Reed? This the part where you realize the ‘maskless’ you was a failure and go back to ‘Beard’? You going to pull a Konrad Raab – ‘I’m the Rainbow Warrior! No, now I’m Burned in Blood!” – or maybe we go further back and you do a Jason Zero! Pull a different personality out of your ass as if that suddenly gives you superpowers like Superman’s cape! “Now I’m SuperBeard! Now I have the power to destroy the evil Selena Frost!”

Or… maybe you just pull a Jake Starr or a David Helms or a Regan Street and just say ‘fuck it! I’m bad now’. Where you just chuck the rules and all you used to stand for when you began this pitiful ‘crusade’ months ago and just be like all the others I mentioned and go heel – yeah, I’m using THAT term, deal with it.

The reason I’m bringing all this up, Reed, is because it just shows the truth: Scott Reed, the wrestler, has been an abject disappointment and a failure! To the point where, guess what? It doesn’t matter WHAT you do! Don a mask? Paint your face? Go evil? Go supergood? Whatever you need to to give you that false self-confidence to get yourself to the ring.

In the end, I could beat you into the ground – the most likely situation – or you could pull off the upset of the century, probably not alone given the differences in our skills, but even so… You could lose… you could win…

And nothing would change for you! NOTHING! You still wouldn’t be the number one contender for any title. You still wouldn’t be anything to me but an annoyance. A gnat that buzzes around, cursing me one minute but then needing me to hopefully be that ‘rocket’ that propels him to the next level, just like everyone else in SCW views me!

In the end, you are getting the match you have long craved for… and when it is over… you still will be the same loser you were when you first started using my name to get ahead. With or without a mask.

Me? I’ll walk past you. I’ll forget about you again and look for bigger fish to fry – with my rematch contract in my hand. And I’ll enjoy watching you, even if the gods help you steal a victory like Xander did from me, not know a damn thing about how to use it to get ahead.

I’ll watch you flounder in our match and after it.
I’ll watch you act like a deer in the headlights as opportunity after opportunity passes you by.

Because, in the end, Scott Reed – just like Beard – you just were never ready for the big leagues. And you never truly knew how to make the most of a match. Unlike me…

And I assure you, Reed, that when the time comes for ME to cash in – on the world title… on a victory over you… on ruling SCW once more… I won’t need to ‘go back’ to a mask or ‘a new identity’ to get by.

Because I, you poor fool, actually know how to win when it matters most. Whether you believe it… or not!