10-16-2020, 04:02 PM
OOC: CD occurs at posted times. Promo occurs earlier this week.
Frankfurt Prison III
Frankfurt, Germany
October 16th, 2020
11:51am
She pressed her head gently against the cold metal of the chain-linked fence, feeling the mixture of cold and sharpness that pressed into her skin. Her lungs inhaled and exhaled just as slowly, the fall chill filling her lungs. For the umpteenth time, for she had easily forgotten the number of times her mind had thought this, she questioned everything. What she was doing, if she could do anything, the whole list of "can I"s and "should I"s. Would her actions change things? Would they alter the way she saw herself? Would it alter the way Deanna saw her?
Deanna...
She only had to think of that name for her jaw to tighten and her spine to become rigid. That name sparked a rage and a pulsing within the very center of her core and the edges of her brain, beating the questions into the dust once more. She felt the autumn wind blow against her body, covered by her choice of clothes - a black t-shirt, pants and leather coat, her hair tied back in a simple but confined bun. It cooled her white-hot anger back into a cold temper, a cold fury that she was far more familiar with. A fury that said 'wait...almost there'. A fury that reminded her that it had taken weeks to get to this point. Weeks of planning and questioning every part of herself. Weeks where her rage had to keep her going. Keep her reminded on what she was doing and why.
She had felt such rage against only a few people in her life: Malcolm Scythe and the rest of his family being at the top of that list with Evangeline DeWinter and her great-grandson, Brachiss, a close second. Or, that's how the old standings were. Selena wasn't sure where things stood now, but she knew she was beyond a certain point...
Another inhale... Another exhale, and Selena stayed in place as the autumn leaves, a multitude of colours both bright and dark, freshly fallen and crumpled dead foliage, blew around her booted feet...
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Frankfurt Prison III
Frankfurt, Germany
September 28th, 2020
10:09am
This is ridiculous... Selena thought as she stood inside the simple room. She recognized every element of it, for she had been here about a dozen or so times! She knew where the bathroom was... Just eighteen steps from where she was standing in the middle of the room. She didn't need to turn her head to the left to know of the queen-sized bed located on the far most wall on the east-side of the room. She knew that there were a total of three bars running vertically against the only window in the room, whereas the clock hanging above that window had 5 skinner bars running vertically in front of it and five more running horizontally, creating a sort of 'waffle' design that one could just make out the time through the holes.
Yes, Selena knew this room well, so the fact that she felt more nervous than the first time she had dared asked Deanna out on a date, the fact that she felt like she was in a room she did not recognize, only irritated her.
Nothing's changed... she told herself bitterly. She's still the same... You're still the same...
Biting her lower lip angrily, Selena turned on the spot to place her hands on the counter-top of the sink. Out of the corner of her eye, she could see the small bag she had brought in with her, just some treats that she knew were Deanna's favourites like chocolates and toffee-candies.
She had seen the look on that bitch's face as the platinum-blonde had made her way through the prison. After visiting her wife on the same fourth Monday of every month for the past year for conjugal visits, an idiot would have figured out the 'schedule' that Selena would have appeared. Because on that Monday, every month, Queenie was there... Smiling with a nasty tongue running over her pearly-white teeth. Sometimes, she would just stand there, eyeing Selena as the young Frost made her way across the walkway to the proper room. Other times, she would loudly call-out or cat-call the blonde.
But not today...
Today, the woman had been far more brazen. She had thrown herself against the fenced 'wall' keeping Selena and the guard guiding her from the inmates and, despite the warnings given by the guard, glared at Selena, who could barely control herself.
Guess what I had for breakfast today? she had teased, rolling her tongue out in the most disgusting manner. Sweet...sweet strawberries...
She had been forcibly pulled back by a few guards - the woman was not a strong one by any imagination, her power coming from her connections and followers. Still, she continued to laugh and heckle Selena, who had pushed her way forward, that damned woman's lewd taunts ringing in her ears.
She wants to ruin this... Selena shook her head. She wants to just take more away from Deanna and I...
It was why Selena had dressed herself the best she could, wearing a brand new backless, sleeveless dress with a slit that ran up to her upper-mid-thigh. The front reached up and tied around her neck. Her hair wasn't in its iconic braid, but rather spun into a mermaid-do, and she had opted to have only a slightly more moderate amount of makeup than usual, not wanting to appear to be 'overdoing it' for a reason, which was exactly why she was doing it - for a reason. Because it was more than just trying to arouse her wife - though that was a rather important goal. It was about sending a message back to Queenie, just as she had tried to send a message to Selena as the young wrestler had made her way through the prison.
But Selena had wanted Queenie to see her, even if the woman's remarks angered her. She wanted Queenie to see her dressed up like she was the luckiest woman in the world. That she, a five-foot-seven celebrity who, according to her sister, Regan, was a 'total bombshell with legs for days' was there to impress and court only Deanna. That Deanna, even though Selena knew what Queenie had done and was doing, was still more than worth the effort. More than worth Selena's advances. The only one in the whole world that was worth her advances.
She quickly straightened her posture a little, spinning around to face the door as she heard it being unlocked, her hands still on the counter. As it slowly opened towards her, she adopted what she felt was her 'sultry look', head slightly tilted to the right side and dropped, allowing some much needed 'bedroom eyes'.
She held her breath as she saw the young redhead quietly shuffled into the room, her emerald eyes glued to the floor. She moved in only a few steps, enough for the door to close and lock behind her. The two merely stood in silence, one because of the other's staring at the floor and the other's... Selena had no idea.
"Is the floor more interesting than me?" Selena tried, purring a little in a teasing tone, trying to goad her wife to lift her head. In answer, the younger woman merely shook her head, but kept her eyes on the floor.
"Oh..." Selena replied slowly, biting her lower lip and working it between her teeth. "Well..." She strolled - well, more in she attempted to do so in a sexy manner, her wife's reluctance to look at her placing her in a swamp of uncertainty." her voice hitched a little as she tried to keep that sultry tone in her accented voice. "Is it your feet then?"
Reaching Deanna, the Snow Queen lifted her foot out of its black-heel shoe, Selena moving it to run along the running shoes that Deanna wore. "Or your legs perhaps?" She added, drawing her foot up the pant leg and grazing the soft skin of Deanna's shin. She was hoping for her wife to react to that, yes, but in a playful way - the insistence that Selena didn't see her any different despite the recent changes. But seeing Deanna's whole body grow rigid at Selena's touch, her fists tighten together, as if she was holding back from...from...
Selena wasn't sure what Deanna was holding back from, but she was certain it wasn't good. Quickly, she dropped her foot and backed away from Deanna, one foot on the cold floor and the other still heeled, creating a sort of awkward imbalance with her stance. Instantly, Deanna's hands relaxed from their white-knuckled grip and the redhead's head actually lifted enough to gaze at her wife and the dress clinging perfectly to her curves, to the slit that, like a pair of ebony curtains, allowed a pale, yet toned leg to emerge through.
"I'm..." She started before slamming her eyes shut, taking a deep breath before opening them again. "Sorry." She stated before stepping towards the bed and sitting on the mattress. "Is this where you want me?" She asked.
Selena wasn't sure which threw her off more, the deadness in her wife's tone or the dead look in her wife's eyes. "I...where I want you?" She asked, utterly thrown off from her plan. Not one aspect of the last few minutes had been part of her plan. She was supposed to heal her wife! Make her still understand that Selena still desired her. Despite being abused by Queenie... But the way Deanna was talking and acting... To her of all people.
"Would you rather I undress or would you like to do that?" Deanna asked, her gaze lifted to her wife. "And how would you like to be undressed?" She added.
"Stop!" Selena's voice rang out in the middle of the room before she wobbled, one shoe still in its heel, towards Deanna. "What the hell is wrong with you?"
"Nothing." Deanna breathed slowly. "You're my wife. And you're here for a conjugal visit. Is it not my duty, as your wife, to perform such duties?"
Selena's eyes widened. "Conjugal?" she asked, "Whatever happened to 'sexy-time'?" She asked, using the reference Deanna had used in the past, the redhead's delight always evident on days such as these in the past.
"Would you rather I call it that?" She asked. "I'll call it whatever you want-"
"Seriously, Deanna! What the hell?" Selena interjected again. "You sound like a lifeless automaton! Snap out of it!"
"Just tell me what you want." Deanna stated, her tone still monotone and lifeless, but her hands actually moved this time, reaching up as she stood up to undo the knot around Selena's neck that tied her dress together. Quickly, pale hands shot out, capturing Deanna's hands.
"No." Stated Selena. "What I want is my wife! I don't know who you are, but you're not her!" She stated darkly. For the briefest of seconds, a look of hurt flashed across Deanna's emerald eyes, which Selena spotted, only to be replaced by the dull, lifeless look.
"I'm sorry, Selena." She stated flatly. "Tell me what to do and I'll do it. I'll do anything you ask of me." She moved in, firmly placing her lips on Selena's neck, pressing kisses to the pale flesh.
The kisses were cold, lifeless... as if Deanna was just going through the motions. As if she was on auto-pilot. Deanna's hands, once again turning within Selena's to grasp them, were just as lifeless. Nothing about this was right. It was as if a stranger were kissing her. Some body-snatcher that had taken her beloved's body. Or some clone of Deanna that knew nothing of the redhead's love and attraction to Selena.
"Stop it." Selena ordered as she carefully tried to fight against Deanna's hands, not wanting this but also not wanting to hurt Deanna. But when the redhead's grip changed, the redhead throwing Selena's arms to the sides so she could move in and wrap her arms around Selena's torso, the platinum-blonde's hand pressed against Deanna's shoulders. "Let me go, Deanna!" She demanded, trying to gentle push her wife away from her.
If Deanna heard her, she gave no response to Selena's pleas, instead pressing her hands into the older woman's bare back and continuing her assault with her lips and tongue on Selena's skin. "Tell me what you want." She ordered coldly. "Give me an order to fulfill you." Without hesitation, she drove a leg in-between Selena's, forcing the slightly taller woman to straddle said-leg as Deanna ground it against Selena's core. In some primitative part of her brain, Selena could feel the sparks of arousal within herself, part of her simply recognizing that her wife, her Deanna, was touching her intimately. However, that part of her was currently being drowned out by the rest of her brain that was screaming against this - this- this unwanted intrusion.
That was the word that keep screaming inside Selena's head. Unwanted! Unwanted! Unwanted! UNWANTED!! She didn't want her wife like this! She didn't want to have "sexy-time" or whatever the fuck they would call it with someone like this. She wanted Deanna! HER Deanna!
"I said, 'back off'!" She roared, her body acting before her brain caught up with her as she swung her hand as fast and hard as she could. She heard the slapping sound before she felt the sting against her palm and before she saw Deanna's head recoil from the blow. But a split second later, the redhead's head jerked back to glare at the platinum-blonde. Gone was the dead-eye look and in its place... Selena barely had a microsecond to recognize it but she still could.
White-hot rage.
The next thing she knew, she had been spun around and over, her back slamming into the cold tiles as Deanna tripped and tossed her in a fluid takedown. Before Selena had time to even register that her eyes were on the ceiling, Deanna was straddling her, that same look of fury in her eyes and her hands, which a second ago had been caressing Selena's skin, were now around Selena's neck, squeezing the air out of her body!
"De...ann" Selena sputtered out, seeing spots already forming in front of her eyes, her hands trying to pry Deanna's hands off her neck, but it was as if Deanna was empowered by her anger, for her grip was like a vice-grip and even striking it with her fists did nothing.
"Is this what you want?" Deanna angrily asked. "Will this please you for today? Huh?!" She growled. "What if I poke your eyes out?!" She hissed. "Or pull those pearly teeth out of your mouth, huh?! Or pull the hair out of your head! Would that please you?!"
Despite her vision blurring slowly, Selena kept her eyes on Deanna, but it was not returned. It was as if the younger Frost was seeing through Selena - or couldn't see her.
"Or are you gonna take those from me?!" Angrily, she slammed Selena's hand into the floor, causing more spots to burst into bloom before the platinum-blonde's eyes. "Take my hair? Break my bones? Blacken my eyes? Pull my teeth out? I still won't be yours! I'll still be hers! Only hers! Only hers!" She repeated it over and over again as tears began to break through, as if the dam had burst.
Selena, meanwhile, was pushing to remain conscious. For perhaps the first time since her childhood, when Anastasia had tried to drown her in a sealed tub, part of her believed that she was going to die. Everything around her vision had blurred into a black except for Deanna, but even the redhead was becoming blurry. With one last bout of breath, she pushed out the words:
"Maybe...I love...you..." Before everything faded to the black abyss...
How long she drifted in the black abyss, she wasn't certain. It could have been days, weeks, even seconds for all she knew. She couldn't move her body, they were so heavy, and she wasn't sure which direction was which, as it was all just black and floating. But as soon as she had wondered anything more, she was blinded by a searing white light that burned her eyes. Her body acted of its own accord and she was suddenly swallowing the black of the abyss, but it wasn't blackness or water. It was air! Air rushing in to feel her lungs, which burned as they did. She breathed so quickly, she was coughing - it hurt to breath but her body refused to stop. The white light faded and was replaced by the white of the ceiling and dark gray of the floor tiles.
She coughed and sputtered her breaths, trying to restore some semblance of proper function to her body as the world came crashing back onto her. She felt the coldness of the tiles on her palms and legs. She still felt the phantom-grip around her neck, but a quick check with her hand made her realize that there was no one choking her now. Coughing a bit more, the woman felt her heartbeat slow and her body calm itself, her being realizing it was no longer in an present danger.
She choked me... the crushing reality landed on her. She choked me...
Her emotions were a mixture of shock and disbelief before changing to hurt and confusion to, finally, anger... But not at Deanna. It was obvious that neither Frost woman were idiots. Selena had seen the rage in her wife's eyes, heard her words before passing out... Deanna hadn't choked her, or rather, hadn't believed she was choking Selena. Slapping her wife had been a terrible mistake, one that Selena had almost paid for dearly. It had snapped something in the redhead...
You told her to do whatever it took to survive. her mind reminded the Snow Queen. All those weeks of torture. All those weeks of repressing her emotions. Her rage. Hating every second that woman touched her. Every moment she wanted to fight back but she couldn't because it would have gotten her killed - and she promised you to 'stay alive'...
Her reasoning halted at that last thought. Was it her fault? Was everything her fault?
Quickly pushing herself up to her hands and knees, Selena peered around the room, looking desperately for her wife. "Deanna?" She croaked out, her throat sore and slightly swollen from the redhead's attack. She barely recognized the voice that came from her, but she pushed the shock down in favor of looking for her love. Her search did not take long as she spotted her wife sitting in the corner of the room by the bed, her arms wrapped around herself, making her into a ball-like shape. Her face was no longer the twisted, snarling look that reminded Selena of a wolf devouring its prey. Rather, the expression Deanna now wore was a mixture of shock and self-hatred and her eyes were locked on the platinum-blonde.
"De..." Selena pushed past her lips as she slowly crawled towards the huddled woman, stopping, however as Deanna, held up her hands towards her.
"Stay back!" She ordered before lowering her hands to stare at them. "I...what have I done?" Her voice was barely a whisper and Selena was barely able to hear it.
"De..." Selena tried. "I'm okay." She crawled only an inch but it was enough for Deanna to notice.
"STAY BACK!" She yelled back. "I don't belong to you..."
To say that Selena was beyond confused was an understatement. What was going on behind Deanna's eyes? What was she seeing in front of her if not her wife? Or maybe that's exactly who she sees. came the mocking thought. Maybe it's Queenie she belongs to now...
"Deanna..." Selena whispered, pushing herself up to her knees, but otherwise staying in her spot.
"I don't belong to you." Deanna shook her head, her eyes closed tight.
"No... You don't." Selena whispered. "But I belong to you." She offered. "I always have." A sad smile broke across her face. "From the moment you won me at that auction. Remember? In your hometown? I had just come out of the closet of being bisexual - fresh off having my heart broken - and you came stomping onto the scene just to throw my world upside down."
She kept her sapphire eyes on Deanna, who remained in her place in the corner, her eyes still closed. "You bought me, or won me... And even though I didn't know it then, from that moment, I belonged to you."
"I don't want you." Deanna shook her head. "I want her..."
Selena was certain that she felt her heart break a little at those words. Not quite shatter yet, because of denial, but she had never dared to believe she could hear those words from the woman that meant more to her than anything.
"W-who?" She slowly asked. "Who do you want? I'll go get her."
"You will?" Deanna's eyes opened suddenly, her head turning to face Selena.
"Yes." Selena nodded, fighting back tears. "Just tell me who she is."
The redhead seemed to think about the question, casting her eyes down to her hands before turning back to Selena. "I want my wife." She whispered. "I belong to Selena..."
And Selena thought she couldn't get more confused before that request. Her mouth fluttered open and shut, the older woman at a loss for words. "But...I..." She tried before just spitting it out. "I am your wife... It's Selena, De!" She desperately implored, stupidly moving her knee to step forward. Again, the young woman that was Deanna let out a shriek and ordered Selena to stay back, causing Selena to jump back several inches.
"I want Selena...I belong to Selena..." Deanna repeated in whisper as she rocked back and forth, starting a stalemate between the two. Every time Selena would try and step closer, Deanna would scream and repeat her statements of wanting Selena and belonging to her. Selena would try a new approach every time she should of one. She tried proving she was Deanna's wife but talking about their wedding. She tried regaling Deanna with stories of their adventures with the likes of the Scythes, the DeCarlos, and the Frost/Frostmere clan. She tried talking about their children, their pet dog Oberon, their friends in the Schoenburg Castle. She tried explaining her latest journey through SCW, from winning the tag-team titles with Regan, to having to face Xander Valentine once more.
Every story ended with the same result: Selena would take one step towards Deanna, Deanna would scream and Selena would backpedal to the other side of the room. The hours trickled by and aside from screaming and repeating herself if Selena drew too close, Deanna said nothing else. She refused any of the sweets Selena offered her. She didn't answer any questions Selena asked. Eventually, as the hour reached four in the afternoon, Selena found herself slumped against the wall. She had given up trying to get through to Deanna and had, instead just said the odd remarks to her, as if she were just talking to a coma patient.
"So, I wouldn't say I'm deadly worried about facing Xander." She shrugged her shoulders, her voice still a little raspy and hoarse from the earlier choking. "I'm more concerned that he's going to try to take me out or injure me long enough so I can't compete in the tag-league. Cause Regan doesn't have a replacement, per say. I mean, she could choose David, but he's got the SCW World title to worry about. I don't think she'll bother him. And Jason... Not exactly in the best place to focus on the task at hand. I get anyone in Kelcey's group would be good. Peyton, maybe. But... I mean, you have to consider chemistry and such - and she told me she'd be damned if she teamed with Xander or Datura... I suppose Kelcey could help her find someone suitable, but then what? Do I sit out the rest of the tournament? Or do I get to come back in when I get cleared? And what happens to the tag-team titles? Are they still defended? I mean..." She shrugged, her eyes cast up at the ceiling. "That was the whole appeal of the tournament, you know? Defending the titles every, single round.". Slowly, she lowered her head, turning it to gaze at Deanna, who had remained where she was. "Thoughts?"
The redhead was silent.
"Yeah..." Selena sighed. "Who can say what's running through Xander's head. You know, more and more, I think..." Her voice trailed off. She wasn't sure what she thought. Was she just some part of some equation like Xander said? Something that was a blemish on his desire for a 'comeback' of sorts? Was he just looking to try and erase the past of their encounters? Or was his focus more on Regan? On being snubbed by her. On being denied a chance at becoming Tag-team champion? Or was it a combination of the two? A desire for that "official win" over the Snow Queen AND to stick it to the Hellcat for picking someone he deemed as "weaker than him".
It was something Selena would have to keep her eyes open for when she returned to SCW and Breakdown in a few days. Hell, maybe it wouldn't matter the reason. If the match was simply about Xander winning one over on Selena and gaining a new title, maybe it would, but...
Selena couldn't believe that. Xander's words last week, while not a direct threat, had been laced with enough intention to indicate his desire to do more than just "beat" her. He had referred to himself as "the reaper" and his obsession to make everyone "fear him" as they had around fifteen years ago had not changed. But more than that, Selena sighed into the prison room, was when he had stood just a few inches from her that Breakdown last week. The Executioner had stared into her eyes, his eyes dark and his arrogance still on full display. But it was what was within them that Selena had noticed.
The seething rage hiding just barely behind the calm exterior. Like a dog chomping at the bit, waiting to be untied from his leash so he could attack his target.
And she was that target.
She had seen that kind of rage only once in her wars with him, that being their Unsanctioned Match over a year ago at Apocalypse. The match that had made him far too overconfidence in their final fight - the Last Person Standing Match - a month later. No... This was the Xander that had been waiting and waiting for another chance to get back at the two women that had stopped him in his tracks. Who had taken all that the monster known as the Executioner could give and still keep going. This was the man that, now, wanted to destroy them both, just as he had nearly done so last year at Apocalypse.
And despite herself, Selena found herself smiling sadly at the thought. "He'll probably be out to kill me, you know?" She said aloud, her eyes glancing over to Deanna in the corner. No reaction. "I mean, you should have seen him. Creepy and haunting and 'Errr...." She found that with her voice hoarse, she could actually do a passable impression of the former World Champion. "You're going to face the 'reaper'! 'Stand in the presence of fate!'. Err-" she suddenly had to cough as she overdid the impression and her caught, feeling the dryness and soreness combination. She didn't have to look in the mirror to know there would be bruises on her skin, if they weren't there already.
Slowly, Selena pulled herself to her feet and made her way across the room, making sure not to get closer to Deanna and start another episode. Reaching the bag she had left on the tabletop, she pulled out a row of styrofoam cups, holding it up to Deanna, whom she could just see the redhead, the majority of her body obscured by the bed. "You want some water?" She offered, not surprised when she received no response. Shaking her head, she turned the cold water on, filling the cup up and taking a slow drink before refilling it and turning it off. As she slowly drank the second helping, however, her eyes caught her own reflection in the stainless steel of the faucet. She saw, due to the shape of the faucet, the distorted shape of her head and body, her hair seemed shorter in seem places and WAY longer in others. Part of her looked like she had put on a few pounds and lost a few inches. In short, Selena looked nothing like herself in that warped reflection.
"I want Selena."
"I belong to my wife."
Nothing like herself...
The thoughts burned through Selena's mind as she lowered the arm holding her cup, her eyes locked on the distorted reflection, the absurd inspiration shaking her mind over possibilities. Desperately, she looked around the room for a better reflective surface. There was a mirror in the bathroom, but to cross over to that would bring her closer to Deanna and start another episode... And she wasn't allowed to have her cellphone during these visits. With one last look around the room, her eyes settled on the window above the sink. They had been recently cleaned, as they usually were (along with the rest of the room) when there was an appointment, allowing glass to appear shiny along the metal wiring that kept it re-enforced. Taking a chance, Selena shifted left and right in the short space, trying to capture an angle where the glass could cast her reflection. After a moment of trying, she spotted herself... And despite the lack of distortion that the sink had offered, Selena had to admit to herself... This wasn't truly her. The new dress, the extra amount of makeup, even her hair was different.
I tried to make myself look different for her... she thought, the irony not lost on her. Deanna may have entered the room, recognizing Selena, but that slap from the Snow Queen had caused Deanna to snap and now, in the aftermath, she didn't recognize Selena at all. How could she? Everything about Selena - everything that made her her - had been altered by her own hand!
Desperately, Selena reached up and clawed at her hair, taking out the bobby-pins. It hurt when she pulled on her hair due to her frustration, but she fought it, using it to further push her actions. "I'm so sorry, De." She called. "I didn't understand."
It took several minutes for her to undo the complicated mermaid-do her hair had been done up in, and several more minutes to tie it back into its iconic braid. With that done, Selena turned the cold water back on splashed it all over her face, using a towel she had within her bag to aggressively wipe off the makeup on her face. Silently thanking she had chosen a water-soluble makeup today, she kept wiping until she was sure she had removed it all, casting a glance into the window to be sure. With a toss of the towel onto the counter, she was already clawing at the knot of the dress at the back of her neck while her other hand dug around the bag for what she was looking for. Feeling the fabric against her fingers, she pulled out the black track pants and awkwardly (it would have been hilarious to watch if anyone was and if the situation wasn't what it was) puller her legs and bottom into them. As her hand undid the knot, she released the dress, allowing it to fall off her like a waterfall and pool at her feet. At that moment, she was too focused on her task to remark that she was half-naked in the room and, instead, looked inside her bag to find and pull out the other article of clothing. She didn't have time to admire it, simply throwing it over her shoulders and adjusting it properly. She kept the hood off her but made sure the sweater fit perfectly.
Taking a slow breath, she slowly lowered herself down to her hands and knees again, crawling a perfectly horizontal path until she sat straight in front of Deanna. Her fast movements had caused her heart to beat so hard against her rib cage, so she took a slow, nervous breath, inhaling and exhaling past her lips. "De..." She stammered, her voice just above a whisper. "Deanna?"
The cornered girl, still tucked in a ball, slowly turned her head towards the voice, like she had every other time Selena had called out to her. But as her head fully reached the new angle and emerald eyes took the sweater-wearing woman in, Deanna's eyes widened a fraction.
She saw the platinum-blonde in its braid.
She saw the natural face, free of most makeup, allowing sapphire eyes moist with tears to smile at her.
She saw the dark blue sweater with snowflakes covering the shoulders and arms - her wife's favourite hoodie!
"S...Selena?" She asked, as if coming out of a trance.
Slowly, unable to stop the relief that flooded her, Selena nodded her head, crawling ever so cautiously towards her beloved. "Yes, pet. It's me." She crawled another step. "I'm right here." Another step, her hand reaching out the short distance towards the redhead. Just as slowly, Deanna's hand reached out, hesitantly, to take Selena's pale hand into her own. The two stayed that away, she huddled in the corner and Selena on her hands and knees before her.
"Wh...why?" Deanna whispered. "Why did you make me promise?"
"What?" Selena asked, but Deanna pressed forward.
"What did you make me promise to stay alive?" Her eyes slammed shut. "Why couldn't you just let me die?"
"Let you di-" Selena's whole body became rigid, unable to process what her beloved was clearly asking her.
Deanna's grip on Selena's tightened but it did not hurt either of them. "You told me to do whatever I had to to stay alive - made me swore... So I... I couldn't fight back." She whispered. "I couldn't fight back against Queenie, because then she would just have me killed. I had to fight every fibre of my being and just...just... Take it because you wouldn't let me die."
Sapphire eyes widened in shock. "I...I didn't-"
Deanna's eyes burst open revealing fresh tears, her broken state having passed but the hurt still clear in her eyes. With her free hand, she tugged and pulled at the collar of her prison uniform, undoing the top buttons to part the dressing line and reveal her collarbone. All over the skin (slightly darker than Selena's) were love bites... No, these weren't love bites. Such hickeys were supposed to be playful looking and even subject to teasing by close friends. These marks were dark purple, some with visible marks and dried blood on them. These were teeth marks - to Selena, it looked like her wife had been mauled by an angry dog or wolf!
"There's a lot more..." Deanna whispered. "I wanted to kick her teeth out." Her tone grew harsher. "At least live her with something permanent before she killed me." There was a growl at the end of sentence. "I would rather have done that and died yours than be a puppy kicked around by her - being her fuck-toy!"
Selena had rarely heard her wife curse like that, but she couldn't blame the redhead. No, she could only blame herself. She had made Deanna promise to do whatever it took to stay alive, even if that meant continuing to be "intimiate" (it sounded like the worst choice of word to the young woman) with Queenie. She hadn't realized she had taken away Deanna's choice to fight back. To refuse. It had never occurred to her that her wife would just death over being unfaithful by choice to Selena.
"I'm...I'm sorry..." She whispered, slowly closing the space between her and Deanna. The redhead didn't scream or push her away, but Selena could still see the hurt and stiffness in her wife's body as she wrapped her arms around her. "I'm selfish..." She whispered as she cradled her wife. "I can't..." Her breath staggered. "I can't live without you." She whispered into red hair. "I don't WANT to live without you." She corrected.
Small hands reached up to grasp her arm, hanging on tightly as quiet cries were born from the younger Frost. Selena said nothing to calm them or end them. She simply held her wife and rode the waves of emotions with her, a few tears falling from her own eyes as everything that had happened - was happening - played out before her mind. How long they stayed like that, she wasn't sure and, truthfully, she didn't care. If she could pull them both into this moment for the rest of eternity, keep her love safe in such a bubble of existence, she would have given up everything she possessed to do it.
But the clock kept ticking, time continued, and their hell lived on, and, soon enough, Deanna's cries stilled, her breathing returned to normal and her strength was regained, allowing her to lift her bloodshot eyes to gaze at Selena. "I can't keep going like this." She sadly admitted. "If I have too, there won't be anything left of me by the time I get out."
Selena didn't need her to explain further. She had seen her wife's mental breakdown when she had mistaken Selena for someone else entirely. Her love was on the breaking point and if she was pushed any further for much longer, she would shatter. Even now, Selena felt she was holding something fragile - like a porcelain doll or a dying flame and if she wasn't careful, she would destroy it...
"I'll think of something..." She promised. "I swear I'll find a way."
Whether Deanna believed her or not, she didn't say. The two merely sat like that as long as they could, their silence hanging long into the night.
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The camera, after showing the "This video is part of Supreme Championship Wrestling" graphic spiel, slowly fades into the setting of a well furnished room. In the background is a shelf filled with books from top to bottom. It takes up the entire background, drawing more focus to the black, copper-studded Childersburg lounge chair, and the young woman sitting on it. Her hair is in its iconic braid and she wears form-fitting jeans and a black, long-sleeved shirt with white snowflakes running down the left shoulder and arm. Hanging on the top left section of the chair sits the the SCW United States Championship, positioned just right so the gold has a slight shimmer amidst the soft, amber lights. Her leg crossed over the other at the knee, hands resting on the top knee, Selena Frost takes a slow breath before speaking.
It's been a relatively enlightening last couple of weeks, hasn't it? Slowly swinging her leg up and over, the Snow Queen places both heeled-feet on the ground, allowing her to lean forward a bit more towards the camera. I mean, I take a week away from all the intensity and majesty that is Supreme Championship Wrestling. Take a week away because, despite my thoughts on him, I actually could agree with what Xander Valentine said to me...
He said that I was lacking 'direction'. And while I'm sure he was just playing his mind games to try and psych me out for Under Attack, I actually had to give it some thought and realized he was right. I was lacking direction. Not because I didn't have anywhere to go, but because I didn't know where to go. Let me explain: when I became a dual champion, holding the World Tag-Team championship and the United States championship, I promised myself that I wasn't going to be like Bree Lancaster. I wouldn't just pass one title off for 'the better' one. I was going to be both: a great United States Champion and the best tag-team partner and champion for my sister, Regan Street. Call it vanity, call it whatever you want, but the truth is I didn't believe either title deserved anything less and my sister sure as hell didn't deserve anything less than that. The platinum-blonde sighs. But having to deal with the tag-team league and the contenders eyeing for the United States Title was like being pulled in multiple directions. It was hard to take a moment and take everything in.
But a week away allowed that. Allowed me to just think about what was happening to me, happening in SCW regarding the titles I hold and the sister I team with. And just where I was at heading into, quite possibly, one of the deadliest title defences I've ever had in my time here in SCW.
And the thing is, looking back on all of it, with notions of the past coming up, I actually got something you said, Xander. You said that whether I believe you when you said you 'respect' me or not, it doesn't matter. Respect doesn't play a part here. And the thing is... I realized you were right.
Selena shrugs her shoulders.
Because where was that respect when Matt Hodges attacked me from behind and stood in the ring to get that count out victory against me? Where was the respect Glory Braddock claimed to have for me when she realized that Gavin Taylor had attacked me with the title belt? Selena's eyes narrow. It was all thrown away the second they had a chance to get that win over me. There was no 'mistaking' or 'unawares'. Both knew exactly what had happened and what they were doing. And well, it's frustrating, but that's the cold reality I've come to realize. That's what "beating Selena Frost" means to so many people. That's what people will do just to have that "win over Selena", won't they, Xander? Respect be damned.
Isn't that what drives you a bit, Xander? What was it you were craving a year ago when we fought for the last time? You wanted that "official victory" over me, didn't you? You wanted a 'win that counted' against me. And despite whatever threats and 'scary' tough-guy persona you throw on in front of me, let's face it, you'll throw away whatever 'respect' you have for me the second that win is in your sights.
The platinum-blonde crosses her arms over her chest. Because that's what it comes down to, doesn't it? Not some grand 'equation' you have or some 'master plan' to make everyone fear you, Xander. It's your damaged ego. It's your wounded pride.
You want me to give you your just props? Selena sighs. Fine. You are one of the most dangerous opponents I have ever faced. You are easily one of the strongest and deadliest people in the ring. You could dismantle anyone and will without hesitation. Your legacy in the Hall of Fame of SCW is matched only by the brutality you've exhibited over and over again in your path. Her whole speech is spoken in an honest tone, but there isn't any hesitation or stutter in her words. Do you know what is missing from my words, though, Xander? Despite all of those things being true?
Fear.
I'm probably one of the few superstars in SCW that does not fear you. And that doesn't come from years of being 'protected' by the brass of SCW. That doesn't come from being on a momentum high of wins that makes me think I'm 'untouchable'. It comes from surviving you not once, not twice, but three times. In three different scenarios. You tried to take me down as a wrestler and I knocked you out in record time at Rise to Greatness. You tried to take me out of SCW entirely by smashing me into chairs and cages and carts, but you barely managed to keep me down for a three count, and lastly, you tried to break me to the point where I couldn't stand... And you sure as hell came close over and over again, but I still kept getting back up.
Out of everyone in SCW, Xander, I have survived everything you could throw at me. I have taken all the pain and all the suffering and mind games you have launched my way and have kept going.
So when you come back with the same "I'm going to destroy you! I'm going to put you on the shelf!" crap you threw at me a year ago, I can look you in the eyes and reply, "No, you won't."
There's a moment of silence as the Snow Queen sits in her seat.
No, you won't destroy me. No, you won't put me on the shelf. Want to know why, Xander? It's the same thing that's been motivating you this whole time, only I'm not afraid to admit it.
Ego. A smirk graces Selena's lips.
Well, for you it's ego. For me, it's pride. And yes, there's a difference. Because this whole thing? From a year ago to now? It all started because your ego couldn't stand the notion that a pair of women were two of the most powerful and hardest-working women in SCW today. Two women that didn't want to earn their way by demanding title shots or being entitled. Two women that earned their place in SCW through years of hard work and personal growth. And in your mind, sexist or not, you couldn't stand that it was Regan and I standing at the top of the mountain. Standing as two of the best SCW had. So you thought you could steamroll through me first, and then Regan, but as before you realized what hit you, I had beaten you. And because of your damned ego, your bruised ego, the war we waged continued. Innocent people were hurt because you couldn't comprehend the notion that I, this small, little 'lamb', couldn't survive against a being such as you.
And now? Here we are again, and you are thinking the exact same thing. Here we are once again, and it's still about your bruised ego. Because you still won't accept who I am and what I can do. You want to know why Regan chose me over you to be her tag-team partner, Xander? Selena tilts her head. It's because I don't know when to quit. I don't know when to give up. I don't understand the notion of being scared off or giving in when the odds are stacked against me. It's because, when push comes to shove, I won't stop until I'm rendered unconscious, maybe not even then. But I also take pride in what I do. I don't take shortcuts. I don't take the 'easy path'. I don't sacrifice my morals and I don't sell myself out or seek the destruction in others. In short, I was someone that Regan could be proud to have as her partner...
And because, Xander, Regan knew, as I know, and deep down, you know, that I'm better than you.
And while I'm ready to 'face the reaper', 'face my fate', that reality is something that you can't stop hiding from. It's something you can't stop denying. You laugh at me and mock me with your little words and promises, but deep down, for all your threats, your mind games, you still haven't cracked the mystery. The mystery of how to put me away. How to take me down. And I'll give you a spoiler, Xander... That's not a mystery you're going to solve. You've had a year to figure it out and you haven't and you're not going to figure it out come October 18th in Atlanta.
Because my pride won't let you. the platinum-blonde nods her head quickly. That's right, Xander. My ego - or pride as I call it - has a say in this too. And you know what? Everything about the United States title aside for a moment, trust me, I'll get to that soon enough, the reason why you will fail at Under Attack is because I won't LET myself be your stepping stone. I won't let myself be the martyr for your "God-image/message". I won't let you take me out of SCW. I won't let you put me on the shelf. I won't let you take me away from my sister, Regan. Selena shrugs her shoulders. You wanted to talk about the future with her? Talk about fighting her after all of this? With MY title on the line? Let me give you a sooner prediction. Next Breakdown. Ten days after this war of ours concludes, you're going to see me there, in Los Angeles, fighting with my sister in our first round of the Tag League. Fighting as Frozen Hell - defying you and your prediction! she shrugs her shoulders.
And you can try with all your dangerousness, all your 'executioner' methods, all your desperation and obsessions to stop that from happening - you WILL fail. You break my leg? I'll hobble down to the ring. You break the other one? I'll crawl to the ring. You break my arm, I'll use the other one. And on and on I will go. Because my pride will, Xander, will NEVER allow you to have something like that over me or over my sister. My pride will never let me give you that kind of power or bragging right! You may be strong enough to defeat me in the ring, Xander, but you will NEVER be strong enough to destroy me! You will NEVER be strong enough to destroy Regan or Frozen Hell!
Taking a deep breath through her nose quietly and exhaling through her mouth, Selena sits back in her chair. You said you wanted to show the world what would happen when there wasn't a Snow Queen around to help the Hellcat. What would happen to the Hellcat? Well, at Under Attack, Xander, I'm going to remind you what happens to the Snow Queen when there isn't a Hellcat around. I'm going to remind you what happens to the Executioner when he underestimates me.
And what then, Xander? What happens to your 'message' when it drops dead at the Queen's feet? Selena glares at at the camera. I'll tell you, 'reaper'. It's your message that gets put on the shelf...and taken out of SCW.
Believe it!
The camera fades on the Snow Queen before going completely to black.
The Dark Side of the Sun
"An Eye for an Eye"
Frankfurt Prison III
Frankfurt, Germany
October 16th, 2020
11:51am
She pressed her head gently against the cold metal of the chain-linked fence, feeling the mixture of cold and sharpness that pressed into her skin. Her lungs inhaled and exhaled just as slowly, the fall chill filling her lungs. For the umpteenth time, for she had easily forgotten the number of times her mind had thought this, she questioned everything. What she was doing, if she could do anything, the whole list of "can I"s and "should I"s. Would her actions change things? Would they alter the way she saw herself? Would it alter the way Deanna saw her?
Deanna...
She only had to think of that name for her jaw to tighten and her spine to become rigid. That name sparked a rage and a pulsing within the very center of her core and the edges of her brain, beating the questions into the dust once more. She felt the autumn wind blow against her body, covered by her choice of clothes - a black t-shirt, pants and leather coat, her hair tied back in a simple but confined bun. It cooled her white-hot anger back into a cold temper, a cold fury that she was far more familiar with. A fury that said 'wait...almost there'. A fury that reminded her that it had taken weeks to get to this point. Weeks of planning and questioning every part of herself. Weeks where her rage had to keep her going. Keep her reminded on what she was doing and why.
She had felt such rage against only a few people in her life: Malcolm Scythe and the rest of his family being at the top of that list with Evangeline DeWinter and her great-grandson, Brachiss, a close second. Or, that's how the old standings were. Selena wasn't sure where things stood now, but she knew she was beyond a certain point...
Another inhale... Another exhale, and Selena stayed in place as the autumn leaves, a multitude of colours both bright and dark, freshly fallen and crumpled dead foliage, blew around her booted feet...
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Frankfurt Prison III
Frankfurt, Germany
September 28th, 2020
10:09am
This is ridiculous... Selena thought as she stood inside the simple room. She recognized every element of it, for she had been here about a dozen or so times! She knew where the bathroom was... Just eighteen steps from where she was standing in the middle of the room. She didn't need to turn her head to the left to know of the queen-sized bed located on the far most wall on the east-side of the room. She knew that there were a total of three bars running vertically against the only window in the room, whereas the clock hanging above that window had 5 skinner bars running vertically in front of it and five more running horizontally, creating a sort of 'waffle' design that one could just make out the time through the holes.
Yes, Selena knew this room well, so the fact that she felt more nervous than the first time she had dared asked Deanna out on a date, the fact that she felt like she was in a room she did not recognize, only irritated her.
Nothing's changed... she told herself bitterly. She's still the same... You're still the same...
Biting her lower lip angrily, Selena turned on the spot to place her hands on the counter-top of the sink. Out of the corner of her eye, she could see the small bag she had brought in with her, just some treats that she knew were Deanna's favourites like chocolates and toffee-candies.
She had seen the look on that bitch's face as the platinum-blonde had made her way through the prison. After visiting her wife on the same fourth Monday of every month for the past year for conjugal visits, an idiot would have figured out the 'schedule' that Selena would have appeared. Because on that Monday, every month, Queenie was there... Smiling with a nasty tongue running over her pearly-white teeth. Sometimes, she would just stand there, eyeing Selena as the young Frost made her way across the walkway to the proper room. Other times, she would loudly call-out or cat-call the blonde.
But not today...
Today, the woman had been far more brazen. She had thrown herself against the fenced 'wall' keeping Selena and the guard guiding her from the inmates and, despite the warnings given by the guard, glared at Selena, who could barely control herself.
Guess what I had for breakfast today? she had teased, rolling her tongue out in the most disgusting manner. Sweet...sweet strawberries...
She had been forcibly pulled back by a few guards - the woman was not a strong one by any imagination, her power coming from her connections and followers. Still, she continued to laugh and heckle Selena, who had pushed her way forward, that damned woman's lewd taunts ringing in her ears.
She wants to ruin this... Selena shook her head. She wants to just take more away from Deanna and I...
It was why Selena had dressed herself the best she could, wearing a brand new backless, sleeveless dress with a slit that ran up to her upper-mid-thigh. The front reached up and tied around her neck. Her hair wasn't in its iconic braid, but rather spun into a mermaid-do, and she had opted to have only a slightly more moderate amount of makeup than usual, not wanting to appear to be 'overdoing it' for a reason, which was exactly why she was doing it - for a reason. Because it was more than just trying to arouse her wife - though that was a rather important goal. It was about sending a message back to Queenie, just as she had tried to send a message to Selena as the young wrestler had made her way through the prison.
But Selena had wanted Queenie to see her, even if the woman's remarks angered her. She wanted Queenie to see her dressed up like she was the luckiest woman in the world. That she, a five-foot-seven celebrity who, according to her sister, Regan, was a 'total bombshell with legs for days' was there to impress and court only Deanna. That Deanna, even though Selena knew what Queenie had done and was doing, was still more than worth the effort. More than worth Selena's advances. The only one in the whole world that was worth her advances.
She quickly straightened her posture a little, spinning around to face the door as she heard it being unlocked, her hands still on the counter. As it slowly opened towards her, she adopted what she felt was her 'sultry look', head slightly tilted to the right side and dropped, allowing some much needed 'bedroom eyes'.
She held her breath as she saw the young redhead quietly shuffled into the room, her emerald eyes glued to the floor. She moved in only a few steps, enough for the door to close and lock behind her. The two merely stood in silence, one because of the other's staring at the floor and the other's... Selena had no idea.
"Is the floor more interesting than me?" Selena tried, purring a little in a teasing tone, trying to goad her wife to lift her head. In answer, the younger woman merely shook her head, but kept her eyes on the floor.
"Oh..." Selena replied slowly, biting her lower lip and working it between her teeth. "Well..." She strolled - well, more in she attempted to do so in a sexy manner, her wife's reluctance to look at her placing her in a swamp of uncertainty." her voice hitched a little as she tried to keep that sultry tone in her accented voice. "Is it your feet then?"
Reaching Deanna, the Snow Queen lifted her foot out of its black-heel shoe, Selena moving it to run along the running shoes that Deanna wore. "Or your legs perhaps?" She added, drawing her foot up the pant leg and grazing the soft skin of Deanna's shin. She was hoping for her wife to react to that, yes, but in a playful way - the insistence that Selena didn't see her any different despite the recent changes. But seeing Deanna's whole body grow rigid at Selena's touch, her fists tighten together, as if she was holding back from...from...
Selena wasn't sure what Deanna was holding back from, but she was certain it wasn't good. Quickly, she dropped her foot and backed away from Deanna, one foot on the cold floor and the other still heeled, creating a sort of awkward imbalance with her stance. Instantly, Deanna's hands relaxed from their white-knuckled grip and the redhead's head actually lifted enough to gaze at her wife and the dress clinging perfectly to her curves, to the slit that, like a pair of ebony curtains, allowed a pale, yet toned leg to emerge through.
"I'm..." She started before slamming her eyes shut, taking a deep breath before opening them again. "Sorry." She stated before stepping towards the bed and sitting on the mattress. "Is this where you want me?" She asked.
Selena wasn't sure which threw her off more, the deadness in her wife's tone or the dead look in her wife's eyes. "I...where I want you?" She asked, utterly thrown off from her plan. Not one aspect of the last few minutes had been part of her plan. She was supposed to heal her wife! Make her still understand that Selena still desired her. Despite being abused by Queenie... But the way Deanna was talking and acting... To her of all people.
"Would you rather I undress or would you like to do that?" Deanna asked, her gaze lifted to her wife. "And how would you like to be undressed?" She added.
"Stop!" Selena's voice rang out in the middle of the room before she wobbled, one shoe still in its heel, towards Deanna. "What the hell is wrong with you?"
"Nothing." Deanna breathed slowly. "You're my wife. And you're here for a conjugal visit. Is it not my duty, as your wife, to perform such duties?"
Selena's eyes widened. "Conjugal?" she asked, "Whatever happened to 'sexy-time'?" She asked, using the reference Deanna had used in the past, the redhead's delight always evident on days such as these in the past.
"Would you rather I call it that?" She asked. "I'll call it whatever you want-"
"Seriously, Deanna! What the hell?" Selena interjected again. "You sound like a lifeless automaton! Snap out of it!"
"Just tell me what you want." Deanna stated, her tone still monotone and lifeless, but her hands actually moved this time, reaching up as she stood up to undo the knot around Selena's neck that tied her dress together. Quickly, pale hands shot out, capturing Deanna's hands.
"No." Stated Selena. "What I want is my wife! I don't know who you are, but you're not her!" She stated darkly. For the briefest of seconds, a look of hurt flashed across Deanna's emerald eyes, which Selena spotted, only to be replaced by the dull, lifeless look.
"I'm sorry, Selena." She stated flatly. "Tell me what to do and I'll do it. I'll do anything you ask of me." She moved in, firmly placing her lips on Selena's neck, pressing kisses to the pale flesh.
The kisses were cold, lifeless... as if Deanna was just going through the motions. As if she was on auto-pilot. Deanna's hands, once again turning within Selena's to grasp them, were just as lifeless. Nothing about this was right. It was as if a stranger were kissing her. Some body-snatcher that had taken her beloved's body. Or some clone of Deanna that knew nothing of the redhead's love and attraction to Selena.
"Stop it." Selena ordered as she carefully tried to fight against Deanna's hands, not wanting this but also not wanting to hurt Deanna. But when the redhead's grip changed, the redhead throwing Selena's arms to the sides so she could move in and wrap her arms around Selena's torso, the platinum-blonde's hand pressed against Deanna's shoulders. "Let me go, Deanna!" She demanded, trying to gentle push her wife away from her.
If Deanna heard her, she gave no response to Selena's pleas, instead pressing her hands into the older woman's bare back and continuing her assault with her lips and tongue on Selena's skin. "Tell me what you want." She ordered coldly. "Give me an order to fulfill you." Without hesitation, she drove a leg in-between Selena's, forcing the slightly taller woman to straddle said-leg as Deanna ground it against Selena's core. In some primitative part of her brain, Selena could feel the sparks of arousal within herself, part of her simply recognizing that her wife, her Deanna, was touching her intimately. However, that part of her was currently being drowned out by the rest of her brain that was screaming against this - this- this unwanted intrusion.
That was the word that keep screaming inside Selena's head. Unwanted! Unwanted! Unwanted! UNWANTED!! She didn't want her wife like this! She didn't want to have "sexy-time" or whatever the fuck they would call it with someone like this. She wanted Deanna! HER Deanna!
"I said, 'back off'!" She roared, her body acting before her brain caught up with her as she swung her hand as fast and hard as she could. She heard the slapping sound before she felt the sting against her palm and before she saw Deanna's head recoil from the blow. But a split second later, the redhead's head jerked back to glare at the platinum-blonde. Gone was the dead-eye look and in its place... Selena barely had a microsecond to recognize it but she still could.
White-hot rage.
The next thing she knew, she had been spun around and over, her back slamming into the cold tiles as Deanna tripped and tossed her in a fluid takedown. Before Selena had time to even register that her eyes were on the ceiling, Deanna was straddling her, that same look of fury in her eyes and her hands, which a second ago had been caressing Selena's skin, were now around Selena's neck, squeezing the air out of her body!
"De...ann" Selena sputtered out, seeing spots already forming in front of her eyes, her hands trying to pry Deanna's hands off her neck, but it was as if Deanna was empowered by her anger, for her grip was like a vice-grip and even striking it with her fists did nothing.
"Is this what you want?" Deanna angrily asked. "Will this please you for today? Huh?!" She growled. "What if I poke your eyes out?!" She hissed. "Or pull those pearly teeth out of your mouth, huh?! Or pull the hair out of your head! Would that please you?!"
Despite her vision blurring slowly, Selena kept her eyes on Deanna, but it was not returned. It was as if the younger Frost was seeing through Selena - or couldn't see her.
"Or are you gonna take those from me?!" Angrily, she slammed Selena's hand into the floor, causing more spots to burst into bloom before the platinum-blonde's eyes. "Take my hair? Break my bones? Blacken my eyes? Pull my teeth out? I still won't be yours! I'll still be hers! Only hers! Only hers!" She repeated it over and over again as tears began to break through, as if the dam had burst.
Selena, meanwhile, was pushing to remain conscious. For perhaps the first time since her childhood, when Anastasia had tried to drown her in a sealed tub, part of her believed that she was going to die. Everything around her vision had blurred into a black except for Deanna, but even the redhead was becoming blurry. With one last bout of breath, she pushed out the words:
"Maybe...I love...you..." Before everything faded to the black abyss...
How long she drifted in the black abyss, she wasn't certain. It could have been days, weeks, even seconds for all she knew. She couldn't move her body, they were so heavy, and she wasn't sure which direction was which, as it was all just black and floating. But as soon as she had wondered anything more, she was blinded by a searing white light that burned her eyes. Her body acted of its own accord and she was suddenly swallowing the black of the abyss, but it wasn't blackness or water. It was air! Air rushing in to feel her lungs, which burned as they did. She breathed so quickly, she was coughing - it hurt to breath but her body refused to stop. The white light faded and was replaced by the white of the ceiling and dark gray of the floor tiles.
She coughed and sputtered her breaths, trying to restore some semblance of proper function to her body as the world came crashing back onto her. She felt the coldness of the tiles on her palms and legs. She still felt the phantom-grip around her neck, but a quick check with her hand made her realize that there was no one choking her now. Coughing a bit more, the woman felt her heartbeat slow and her body calm itself, her being realizing it was no longer in an present danger.
She choked me... the crushing reality landed on her. She choked me...
Her emotions were a mixture of shock and disbelief before changing to hurt and confusion to, finally, anger... But not at Deanna. It was obvious that neither Frost woman were idiots. Selena had seen the rage in her wife's eyes, heard her words before passing out... Deanna hadn't choked her, or rather, hadn't believed she was choking Selena. Slapping her wife had been a terrible mistake, one that Selena had almost paid for dearly. It had snapped something in the redhead...
You told her to do whatever it took to survive. her mind reminded the Snow Queen. All those weeks of torture. All those weeks of repressing her emotions. Her rage. Hating every second that woman touched her. Every moment she wanted to fight back but she couldn't because it would have gotten her killed - and she promised you to 'stay alive'...
Her reasoning halted at that last thought. Was it her fault? Was everything her fault?
Quickly pushing herself up to her hands and knees, Selena peered around the room, looking desperately for her wife. "Deanna?" She croaked out, her throat sore and slightly swollen from the redhead's attack. She barely recognized the voice that came from her, but she pushed the shock down in favor of looking for her love. Her search did not take long as she spotted her wife sitting in the corner of the room by the bed, her arms wrapped around herself, making her into a ball-like shape. Her face was no longer the twisted, snarling look that reminded Selena of a wolf devouring its prey. Rather, the expression Deanna now wore was a mixture of shock and self-hatred and her eyes were locked on the platinum-blonde.
"De..." Selena pushed past her lips as she slowly crawled towards the huddled woman, stopping, however as Deanna, held up her hands towards her.
"Stay back!" She ordered before lowering her hands to stare at them. "I...what have I done?" Her voice was barely a whisper and Selena was barely able to hear it.
"De..." Selena tried. "I'm okay." She crawled only an inch but it was enough for Deanna to notice.
"STAY BACK!" She yelled back. "I don't belong to you..."
To say that Selena was beyond confused was an understatement. What was going on behind Deanna's eyes? What was she seeing in front of her if not her wife? Or maybe that's exactly who she sees. came the mocking thought. Maybe it's Queenie she belongs to now...
"Deanna..." Selena whispered, pushing herself up to her knees, but otherwise staying in her spot.
"I don't belong to you." Deanna shook her head, her eyes closed tight.
"No... You don't." Selena whispered. "But I belong to you." She offered. "I always have." A sad smile broke across her face. "From the moment you won me at that auction. Remember? In your hometown? I had just come out of the closet of being bisexual - fresh off having my heart broken - and you came stomping onto the scene just to throw my world upside down."
She kept her sapphire eyes on Deanna, who remained in her place in the corner, her eyes still closed. "You bought me, or won me... And even though I didn't know it then, from that moment, I belonged to you."
"I don't want you." Deanna shook her head. "I want her..."
Selena was certain that she felt her heart break a little at those words. Not quite shatter yet, because of denial, but she had never dared to believe she could hear those words from the woman that meant more to her than anything.
"W-who?" She slowly asked. "Who do you want? I'll go get her."
"You will?" Deanna's eyes opened suddenly, her head turning to face Selena.
"Yes." Selena nodded, fighting back tears. "Just tell me who she is."
The redhead seemed to think about the question, casting her eyes down to her hands before turning back to Selena. "I want my wife." She whispered. "I belong to Selena..."
And Selena thought she couldn't get more confused before that request. Her mouth fluttered open and shut, the older woman at a loss for words. "But...I..." She tried before just spitting it out. "I am your wife... It's Selena, De!" She desperately implored, stupidly moving her knee to step forward. Again, the young woman that was Deanna let out a shriek and ordered Selena to stay back, causing Selena to jump back several inches.
"I want Selena...I belong to Selena..." Deanna repeated in whisper as she rocked back and forth, starting a stalemate between the two. Every time Selena would try and step closer, Deanna would scream and repeat her statements of wanting Selena and belonging to her. Selena would try a new approach every time she should of one. She tried proving she was Deanna's wife but talking about their wedding. She tried regaling Deanna with stories of their adventures with the likes of the Scythes, the DeCarlos, and the Frost/Frostmere clan. She tried talking about their children, their pet dog Oberon, their friends in the Schoenburg Castle. She tried explaining her latest journey through SCW, from winning the tag-team titles with Regan, to having to face Xander Valentine once more.
Every story ended with the same result: Selena would take one step towards Deanna, Deanna would scream and Selena would backpedal to the other side of the room. The hours trickled by and aside from screaming and repeating herself if Selena drew too close, Deanna said nothing else. She refused any of the sweets Selena offered her. She didn't answer any questions Selena asked. Eventually, as the hour reached four in the afternoon, Selena found herself slumped against the wall. She had given up trying to get through to Deanna and had, instead just said the odd remarks to her, as if she were just talking to a coma patient.
"So, I wouldn't say I'm deadly worried about facing Xander." She shrugged her shoulders, her voice still a little raspy and hoarse from the earlier choking. "I'm more concerned that he's going to try to take me out or injure me long enough so I can't compete in the tag-league. Cause Regan doesn't have a replacement, per say. I mean, she could choose David, but he's got the SCW World title to worry about. I don't think she'll bother him. And Jason... Not exactly in the best place to focus on the task at hand. I get anyone in Kelcey's group would be good. Peyton, maybe. But... I mean, you have to consider chemistry and such - and she told me she'd be damned if she teamed with Xander or Datura... I suppose Kelcey could help her find someone suitable, but then what? Do I sit out the rest of the tournament? Or do I get to come back in when I get cleared? And what happens to the tag-team titles? Are they still defended? I mean..." She shrugged, her eyes cast up at the ceiling. "That was the whole appeal of the tournament, you know? Defending the titles every, single round.". Slowly, she lowered her head, turning it to gaze at Deanna, who had remained where she was. "Thoughts?"
The redhead was silent.
"Yeah..." Selena sighed. "Who can say what's running through Xander's head. You know, more and more, I think..." Her voice trailed off. She wasn't sure what she thought. Was she just some part of some equation like Xander said? Something that was a blemish on his desire for a 'comeback' of sorts? Was he just looking to try and erase the past of their encounters? Or was his focus more on Regan? On being snubbed by her. On being denied a chance at becoming Tag-team champion? Or was it a combination of the two? A desire for that "official win" over the Snow Queen AND to stick it to the Hellcat for picking someone he deemed as "weaker than him".
It was something Selena would have to keep her eyes open for when she returned to SCW and Breakdown in a few days. Hell, maybe it wouldn't matter the reason. If the match was simply about Xander winning one over on Selena and gaining a new title, maybe it would, but...
Selena couldn't believe that. Xander's words last week, while not a direct threat, had been laced with enough intention to indicate his desire to do more than just "beat" her. He had referred to himself as "the reaper" and his obsession to make everyone "fear him" as they had around fifteen years ago had not changed. But more than that, Selena sighed into the prison room, was when he had stood just a few inches from her that Breakdown last week. The Executioner had stared into her eyes, his eyes dark and his arrogance still on full display. But it was what was within them that Selena had noticed.
The seething rage hiding just barely behind the calm exterior. Like a dog chomping at the bit, waiting to be untied from his leash so he could attack his target.
And she was that target.
She had seen that kind of rage only once in her wars with him, that being their Unsanctioned Match over a year ago at Apocalypse. The match that had made him far too overconfidence in their final fight - the Last Person Standing Match - a month later. No... This was the Xander that had been waiting and waiting for another chance to get back at the two women that had stopped him in his tracks. Who had taken all that the monster known as the Executioner could give and still keep going. This was the man that, now, wanted to destroy them both, just as he had nearly done so last year at Apocalypse.
And despite herself, Selena found herself smiling sadly at the thought. "He'll probably be out to kill me, you know?" She said aloud, her eyes glancing over to Deanna in the corner. No reaction. "I mean, you should have seen him. Creepy and haunting and 'Errr...." She found that with her voice hoarse, she could actually do a passable impression of the former World Champion. "You're going to face the 'reaper'! 'Stand in the presence of fate!'. Err-" she suddenly had to cough as she overdid the impression and her caught, feeling the dryness and soreness combination. She didn't have to look in the mirror to know there would be bruises on her skin, if they weren't there already.
Slowly, Selena pulled herself to her feet and made her way across the room, making sure not to get closer to Deanna and start another episode. Reaching the bag she had left on the tabletop, she pulled out a row of styrofoam cups, holding it up to Deanna, whom she could just see the redhead, the majority of her body obscured by the bed. "You want some water?" She offered, not surprised when she received no response. Shaking her head, she turned the cold water on, filling the cup up and taking a slow drink before refilling it and turning it off. As she slowly drank the second helping, however, her eyes caught her own reflection in the stainless steel of the faucet. She saw, due to the shape of the faucet, the distorted shape of her head and body, her hair seemed shorter in seem places and WAY longer in others. Part of her looked like she had put on a few pounds and lost a few inches. In short, Selena looked nothing like herself in that warped reflection.
"I want Selena."
"I belong to my wife."
Nothing like herself...
The thoughts burned through Selena's mind as she lowered the arm holding her cup, her eyes locked on the distorted reflection, the absurd inspiration shaking her mind over possibilities. Desperately, she looked around the room for a better reflective surface. There was a mirror in the bathroom, but to cross over to that would bring her closer to Deanna and start another episode... And she wasn't allowed to have her cellphone during these visits. With one last look around the room, her eyes settled on the window above the sink. They had been recently cleaned, as they usually were (along with the rest of the room) when there was an appointment, allowing glass to appear shiny along the metal wiring that kept it re-enforced. Taking a chance, Selena shifted left and right in the short space, trying to capture an angle where the glass could cast her reflection. After a moment of trying, she spotted herself... And despite the lack of distortion that the sink had offered, Selena had to admit to herself... This wasn't truly her. The new dress, the extra amount of makeup, even her hair was different.
I tried to make myself look different for her... she thought, the irony not lost on her. Deanna may have entered the room, recognizing Selena, but that slap from the Snow Queen had caused Deanna to snap and now, in the aftermath, she didn't recognize Selena at all. How could she? Everything about Selena - everything that made her her - had been altered by her own hand!
Desperately, Selena reached up and clawed at her hair, taking out the bobby-pins. It hurt when she pulled on her hair due to her frustration, but she fought it, using it to further push her actions. "I'm so sorry, De." She called. "I didn't understand."
It took several minutes for her to undo the complicated mermaid-do her hair had been done up in, and several more minutes to tie it back into its iconic braid. With that done, Selena turned the cold water back on splashed it all over her face, using a towel she had within her bag to aggressively wipe off the makeup on her face. Silently thanking she had chosen a water-soluble makeup today, she kept wiping until she was sure she had removed it all, casting a glance into the window to be sure. With a toss of the towel onto the counter, she was already clawing at the knot of the dress at the back of her neck while her other hand dug around the bag for what she was looking for. Feeling the fabric against her fingers, she pulled out the black track pants and awkwardly (it would have been hilarious to watch if anyone was and if the situation wasn't what it was) puller her legs and bottom into them. As her hand undid the knot, she released the dress, allowing it to fall off her like a waterfall and pool at her feet. At that moment, she was too focused on her task to remark that she was half-naked in the room and, instead, looked inside her bag to find and pull out the other article of clothing. She didn't have time to admire it, simply throwing it over her shoulders and adjusting it properly. She kept the hood off her but made sure the sweater fit perfectly.
Taking a slow breath, she slowly lowered herself down to her hands and knees again, crawling a perfectly horizontal path until she sat straight in front of Deanna. Her fast movements had caused her heart to beat so hard against her rib cage, so she took a slow, nervous breath, inhaling and exhaling past her lips. "De..." She stammered, her voice just above a whisper. "Deanna?"
The cornered girl, still tucked in a ball, slowly turned her head towards the voice, like she had every other time Selena had called out to her. But as her head fully reached the new angle and emerald eyes took the sweater-wearing woman in, Deanna's eyes widened a fraction.
She saw the platinum-blonde in its braid.
She saw the natural face, free of most makeup, allowing sapphire eyes moist with tears to smile at her.
She saw the dark blue sweater with snowflakes covering the shoulders and arms - her wife's favourite hoodie!
"S...Selena?" She asked, as if coming out of a trance.
Slowly, unable to stop the relief that flooded her, Selena nodded her head, crawling ever so cautiously towards her beloved. "Yes, pet. It's me." She crawled another step. "I'm right here." Another step, her hand reaching out the short distance towards the redhead. Just as slowly, Deanna's hand reached out, hesitantly, to take Selena's pale hand into her own. The two stayed that away, she huddled in the corner and Selena on her hands and knees before her.
"Wh...why?" Deanna whispered. "Why did you make me promise?"
"What?" Selena asked, but Deanna pressed forward.
"What did you make me promise to stay alive?" Her eyes slammed shut. "Why couldn't you just let me die?"
"Let you di-" Selena's whole body became rigid, unable to process what her beloved was clearly asking her.
Deanna's grip on Selena's tightened but it did not hurt either of them. "You told me to do whatever I had to to stay alive - made me swore... So I... I couldn't fight back." She whispered. "I couldn't fight back against Queenie, because then she would just have me killed. I had to fight every fibre of my being and just...just... Take it because you wouldn't let me die."
Sapphire eyes widened in shock. "I...I didn't-"
Deanna's eyes burst open revealing fresh tears, her broken state having passed but the hurt still clear in her eyes. With her free hand, she tugged and pulled at the collar of her prison uniform, undoing the top buttons to part the dressing line and reveal her collarbone. All over the skin (slightly darker than Selena's) were love bites... No, these weren't love bites. Such hickeys were supposed to be playful looking and even subject to teasing by close friends. These marks were dark purple, some with visible marks and dried blood on them. These were teeth marks - to Selena, it looked like her wife had been mauled by an angry dog or wolf!
"There's a lot more..." Deanna whispered. "I wanted to kick her teeth out." Her tone grew harsher. "At least live her with something permanent before she killed me." There was a growl at the end of sentence. "I would rather have done that and died yours than be a puppy kicked around by her - being her fuck-toy!"
Selena had rarely heard her wife curse like that, but she couldn't blame the redhead. No, she could only blame herself. She had made Deanna promise to do whatever it took to stay alive, even if that meant continuing to be "intimiate" (it sounded like the worst choice of word to the young woman) with Queenie. She hadn't realized she had taken away Deanna's choice to fight back. To refuse. It had never occurred to her that her wife would just death over being unfaithful by choice to Selena.
"I'm...I'm sorry..." She whispered, slowly closing the space between her and Deanna. The redhead didn't scream or push her away, but Selena could still see the hurt and stiffness in her wife's body as she wrapped her arms around her. "I'm selfish..." She whispered as she cradled her wife. "I can't..." Her breath staggered. "I can't live without you." She whispered into red hair. "I don't WANT to live without you." She corrected.
Small hands reached up to grasp her arm, hanging on tightly as quiet cries were born from the younger Frost. Selena said nothing to calm them or end them. She simply held her wife and rode the waves of emotions with her, a few tears falling from her own eyes as everything that had happened - was happening - played out before her mind. How long they stayed like that, she wasn't sure and, truthfully, she didn't care. If she could pull them both into this moment for the rest of eternity, keep her love safe in such a bubble of existence, she would have given up everything she possessed to do it.
But the clock kept ticking, time continued, and their hell lived on, and, soon enough, Deanna's cries stilled, her breathing returned to normal and her strength was regained, allowing her to lift her bloodshot eyes to gaze at Selena. "I can't keep going like this." She sadly admitted. "If I have too, there won't be anything left of me by the time I get out."
Selena didn't need her to explain further. She had seen her wife's mental breakdown when she had mistaken Selena for someone else entirely. Her love was on the breaking point and if she was pushed any further for much longer, she would shatter. Even now, Selena felt she was holding something fragile - like a porcelain doll or a dying flame and if she wasn't careful, she would destroy it...
"I'll think of something..." She promised. "I swear I'll find a way."
Whether Deanna believed her or not, she didn't say. The two merely sat like that as long as they could, their silence hanging long into the night.
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The Royal Letter
The camera, after showing the "This video is part of Supreme Championship Wrestling" graphic spiel, slowly fades into the setting of a well furnished room. In the background is a shelf filled with books from top to bottom. It takes up the entire background, drawing more focus to the black, copper-studded Childersburg lounge chair, and the young woman sitting on it. Her hair is in its iconic braid and she wears form-fitting jeans and a black, long-sleeved shirt with white snowflakes running down the left shoulder and arm. Hanging on the top left section of the chair sits the the SCW United States Championship, positioned just right so the gold has a slight shimmer amidst the soft, amber lights. Her leg crossed over the other at the knee, hands resting on the top knee, Selena Frost takes a slow breath before speaking.
It's been a relatively enlightening last couple of weeks, hasn't it? Slowly swinging her leg up and over, the Snow Queen places both heeled-feet on the ground, allowing her to lean forward a bit more towards the camera. I mean, I take a week away from all the intensity and majesty that is Supreme Championship Wrestling. Take a week away because, despite my thoughts on him, I actually could agree with what Xander Valentine said to me...
He said that I was lacking 'direction'. And while I'm sure he was just playing his mind games to try and psych me out for Under Attack, I actually had to give it some thought and realized he was right. I was lacking direction. Not because I didn't have anywhere to go, but because I didn't know where to go. Let me explain: when I became a dual champion, holding the World Tag-Team championship and the United States championship, I promised myself that I wasn't going to be like Bree Lancaster. I wouldn't just pass one title off for 'the better' one. I was going to be both: a great United States Champion and the best tag-team partner and champion for my sister, Regan Street. Call it vanity, call it whatever you want, but the truth is I didn't believe either title deserved anything less and my sister sure as hell didn't deserve anything less than that. The platinum-blonde sighs. But having to deal with the tag-team league and the contenders eyeing for the United States Title was like being pulled in multiple directions. It was hard to take a moment and take everything in.
But a week away allowed that. Allowed me to just think about what was happening to me, happening in SCW regarding the titles I hold and the sister I team with. And just where I was at heading into, quite possibly, one of the deadliest title defences I've ever had in my time here in SCW.
And the thing is, looking back on all of it, with notions of the past coming up, I actually got something you said, Xander. You said that whether I believe you when you said you 'respect' me or not, it doesn't matter. Respect doesn't play a part here. And the thing is... I realized you were right.
Selena shrugs her shoulders.
Because where was that respect when Matt Hodges attacked me from behind and stood in the ring to get that count out victory against me? Where was the respect Glory Braddock claimed to have for me when she realized that Gavin Taylor had attacked me with the title belt? Selena's eyes narrow. It was all thrown away the second they had a chance to get that win over me. There was no 'mistaking' or 'unawares'. Both knew exactly what had happened and what they were doing. And well, it's frustrating, but that's the cold reality I've come to realize. That's what "beating Selena Frost" means to so many people. That's what people will do just to have that "win over Selena", won't they, Xander? Respect be damned.
Isn't that what drives you a bit, Xander? What was it you were craving a year ago when we fought for the last time? You wanted that "official victory" over me, didn't you? You wanted a 'win that counted' against me. And despite whatever threats and 'scary' tough-guy persona you throw on in front of me, let's face it, you'll throw away whatever 'respect' you have for me the second that win is in your sights.
The platinum-blonde crosses her arms over her chest. Because that's what it comes down to, doesn't it? Not some grand 'equation' you have or some 'master plan' to make everyone fear you, Xander. It's your damaged ego. It's your wounded pride.
You want me to give you your just props? Selena sighs. Fine. You are one of the most dangerous opponents I have ever faced. You are easily one of the strongest and deadliest people in the ring. You could dismantle anyone and will without hesitation. Your legacy in the Hall of Fame of SCW is matched only by the brutality you've exhibited over and over again in your path. Her whole speech is spoken in an honest tone, but there isn't any hesitation or stutter in her words. Do you know what is missing from my words, though, Xander? Despite all of those things being true?
Fear.
I'm probably one of the few superstars in SCW that does not fear you. And that doesn't come from years of being 'protected' by the brass of SCW. That doesn't come from being on a momentum high of wins that makes me think I'm 'untouchable'. It comes from surviving you not once, not twice, but three times. In three different scenarios. You tried to take me down as a wrestler and I knocked you out in record time at Rise to Greatness. You tried to take me out of SCW entirely by smashing me into chairs and cages and carts, but you barely managed to keep me down for a three count, and lastly, you tried to break me to the point where I couldn't stand... And you sure as hell came close over and over again, but I still kept getting back up.
Out of everyone in SCW, Xander, I have survived everything you could throw at me. I have taken all the pain and all the suffering and mind games you have launched my way and have kept going.
So when you come back with the same "I'm going to destroy you! I'm going to put you on the shelf!" crap you threw at me a year ago, I can look you in the eyes and reply, "No, you won't."
There's a moment of silence as the Snow Queen sits in her seat.
No, you won't destroy me. No, you won't put me on the shelf. Want to know why, Xander? It's the same thing that's been motivating you this whole time, only I'm not afraid to admit it.
Ego. A smirk graces Selena's lips.
Well, for you it's ego. For me, it's pride. And yes, there's a difference. Because this whole thing? From a year ago to now? It all started because your ego couldn't stand the notion that a pair of women were two of the most powerful and hardest-working women in SCW today. Two women that didn't want to earn their way by demanding title shots or being entitled. Two women that earned their place in SCW through years of hard work and personal growth. And in your mind, sexist or not, you couldn't stand that it was Regan and I standing at the top of the mountain. Standing as two of the best SCW had. So you thought you could steamroll through me first, and then Regan, but as before you realized what hit you, I had beaten you. And because of your damned ego, your bruised ego, the war we waged continued. Innocent people were hurt because you couldn't comprehend the notion that I, this small, little 'lamb', couldn't survive against a being such as you.
And now? Here we are again, and you are thinking the exact same thing. Here we are once again, and it's still about your bruised ego. Because you still won't accept who I am and what I can do. You want to know why Regan chose me over you to be her tag-team partner, Xander? Selena tilts her head. It's because I don't know when to quit. I don't know when to give up. I don't understand the notion of being scared off or giving in when the odds are stacked against me. It's because, when push comes to shove, I won't stop until I'm rendered unconscious, maybe not even then. But I also take pride in what I do. I don't take shortcuts. I don't take the 'easy path'. I don't sacrifice my morals and I don't sell myself out or seek the destruction in others. In short, I was someone that Regan could be proud to have as her partner...
And because, Xander, Regan knew, as I know, and deep down, you know, that I'm better than you.
And while I'm ready to 'face the reaper', 'face my fate', that reality is something that you can't stop hiding from. It's something you can't stop denying. You laugh at me and mock me with your little words and promises, but deep down, for all your threats, your mind games, you still haven't cracked the mystery. The mystery of how to put me away. How to take me down. And I'll give you a spoiler, Xander... That's not a mystery you're going to solve. You've had a year to figure it out and you haven't and you're not going to figure it out come October 18th in Atlanta.
Because my pride won't let you. the platinum-blonde nods her head quickly. That's right, Xander. My ego - or pride as I call it - has a say in this too. And you know what? Everything about the United States title aside for a moment, trust me, I'll get to that soon enough, the reason why you will fail at Under Attack is because I won't LET myself be your stepping stone. I won't let myself be the martyr for your "God-image/message". I won't let you take me out of SCW. I won't let you put me on the shelf. I won't let you take me away from my sister, Regan. Selena shrugs her shoulders. You wanted to talk about the future with her? Talk about fighting her after all of this? With MY title on the line? Let me give you a sooner prediction. Next Breakdown. Ten days after this war of ours concludes, you're going to see me there, in Los Angeles, fighting with my sister in our first round of the Tag League. Fighting as Frozen Hell - defying you and your prediction! she shrugs her shoulders.
And you can try with all your dangerousness, all your 'executioner' methods, all your desperation and obsessions to stop that from happening - you WILL fail. You break my leg? I'll hobble down to the ring. You break the other one? I'll crawl to the ring. You break my arm, I'll use the other one. And on and on I will go. Because my pride will, Xander, will NEVER allow you to have something like that over me or over my sister. My pride will never let me give you that kind of power or bragging right! You may be strong enough to defeat me in the ring, Xander, but you will NEVER be strong enough to destroy me! You will NEVER be strong enough to destroy Regan or Frozen Hell!
Taking a deep breath through her nose quietly and exhaling through her mouth, Selena sits back in her chair. You said you wanted to show the world what would happen when there wasn't a Snow Queen around to help the Hellcat. What would happen to the Hellcat? Well, at Under Attack, Xander, I'm going to remind you what happens to the Snow Queen when there isn't a Hellcat around. I'm going to remind you what happens to the Executioner when he underestimates me.
And what then, Xander? What happens to your 'message' when it drops dead at the Queen's feet? Selena glares at at the camera. I'll tell you, 'reaper'. It's your message that gets put on the shelf...and taken out of SCW.
Believe it!
The camera fades on the Snow Queen before going completely to black.
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SCW Supreme Champion
6x SCW World Champion
4x SCW World Tag-Team Champion
2x SCW United States Champion
3x SCW Adrenaline Champion
SCW Television Champion
Longest Reigning SCW World Champion (234 days)
Winner of Shot of Adrenaline Tournament (2016)
Winner of Best of the Best Tournament (2016)
Winner of Trios Tournament (2018)
Winner of U.S. Championship Tournament (2020)
Winner of World Championship Tournament (2023)
Winner of Tactical Warfare (2014, 2019)
Winner of Elimination Chamber (2015, 2024)
Winner of Roofed Cage Match (2019)
Winner of Last Person Standing Match (2019)
The Unbelievable Main Event (2021-2025)
Winner of Double Jeopardy Match (2022)
Winner of EOTY Invitational (2023)
Winner of EOTY Invitational (2023)
Winner of Ironman Match (2024)
Wrestler of the Year (2016, 2021, 2022, 2024)
Tag-Team of the Year (2020 - w/ Regan Street)
Match of the Year (2018, 2019, 2021, 2023, 2024)
Feud of the Year (2014, 2019)
Shocking Moment of the Year (2024)
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