Selena Frost vs. Tommy Valentine

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OOC: Back in business! So excited to get back into the swing of things with SCW!

Project: Black Ice

”The Dream Goes On…”

Selena and Deanna’s home
Manhattan, New York
August 22nd, 2021
10:23pm

Selena stood leaning against the doorway, feeling the wooden sturdiness of the structure against her shoulder as her eyes stared into the room. How long she had stood there, she wasn’t sure, but that didn’t really matter to her. 

She was enjoying the sight far too much. 

Before her, just a few feet away, lay Deanna, resting against the sturdy, wooden headboard of the bed -their bed. She was dressed in a lime-green night gown, not quite as long as the ones Selena often wore and certainly not in the colors the Snow Queen usually preferred. Her red mane of a hair was held back by gravity and the headboard as the younger Frost rested her head against it, her eyes scanning the words on the page as she continued to read her book – the title of which Selena could not see from where she stood.

The wrestler inhaled and exhaled – was that a ‘dreamy’ sigh she had released? Like some lovesick teenager? Forlorn and whimsy?

Why was it so surprising? How long had she been having these moments with her wife? Even before Rise to Greatness? How many years had she had these moments of utter adoration, utter disbelief that Deanna was hers and she belonged to Deanna. There was no other way to put it, and Selena didn’t care how it sounded to the on-looker. She embraced the notion that she belonged to the little redhead lying on the bed, reading her book. She cherished it. 

For a moment, Selena’s head turned back towards the stairs that winded down from the second floor, where the bedrooms were, to the main-floor, housing the large family room and kitchen and balcony of their Manhattan home, her memory flying back to – strangely enough – that weird day of filming just before RTG. SCW had called her with, what Selena could only define as, the strangest of ideas.

We want to film you and Deanna in your kitchen for the next PPV commercial tag.

On its face, the whole thing sounded like some funny joke that Selena wasn’t privy to, and the Snow Queen had initially been against the whole idea. First, she didn’t have time for it. She had Rise to Greatness just a few weeks away. Second, at the time, she and Deanna were setting up to go to Nome to confront Malcolm Scythe, unaware of the events that would spiral from that decision. Lastly, for what it was worth, Selena adored her privacy. Yes, she had explained some things about her life with the world, but she rarely went into great detail – the biggest exception was her discussing Deanna’s incarceration. Why not? Enough people clearly knew, if her matches with Holly Adams and Asher Hayes in the past were any indication. 

But a commercial, as the SCW management had put it, “showcasing a typical day for Selena and Deanna…with an added twist” in their own home… it had made Selena beyond uneasy. And while she acknowledged the weirdness of her feelings regarding facts like her wife being her manager and her filming promos in certain areas of her own home (like her office in the basement), she still hadn’t been able to ignore her feelings on the matter either.

Deanna, on the other hand, had been right on board and had jumped at the chance to ‘do some acting’ with Selena! Of course… The redhead had even thrown some ideas into the mix for suggestions –

”Can we try the fun little ‘like play house’?”
“How would we do that?”
“Easy… you come home from a hard day of work and I greet you-”
“This isn’t a drama, Deanna. It’ll probably be less than 30 seconds.”
“Okay... What about-“

It had gone on like that – a list of ideas from Deanna - for a few hours. For the younger Frost, it was a welcome distraction from her struggling to find ‘entrance ideas’ for Rise to Greatness for Selena. Long story short, Selena had eventually gone along with it, filming what the commercial director asked for (despite Deanna’s slight disappointment). The children had behaved rather well, though David had been ‘super-curious’ about the cameras and if ‘he could be on TV too!’ and how jealous it would make his friends!

The whole process had been simple and, when it was done, the SCW crew had packed up and left with few words, as if they were never there. But for Selena, the reality had hit her – SCW management choosing not only her (the SCW World Champion) but immediately including Deanna in the decisions…

They were seeing her and Deanna as a pair. One did not come without the other. Her realization at that that day had filled her with a warmth and strength that had propelled her through the days of hell in Nome and through Rise to Greatness… and stayed with her since…

Quietly, her eyes turned to the only “work photo” she had in the house beyond her office (though her office had a copy of it too). A collage of photos framed and linked together stood on the wall. In a clockwise fashion, Selena saw the events that had filled her head for the last few weeks – moments she had replayed over and over again:

Signing autographs at the FanAccess with Deanna sitting beside her, also signing stuff.

Their entrance – how Deanna had come up with the idea of a giant snowglobe AND pulled it off, Selena had no idea. But the photo showed Selena sitting on the icy throne with her wife sitting on her lap, like a lover to a royal Queen – and how Deanna was smiling so brightly while Selena was only half-smiling due to her focus on the match.

Selena down on the mat, having taken some kind of attack from Ace Marshall (she couldn’t remember them all), the camera angled to show her from the side to the right and Deanna (standing outside the ring) reaching out for her on the other side (outside the ring) and slapping the mat with her other hand, urging her beloved on.

Selena pinning Ace Marshall just after nailing him in the head with the Defying Gravity, the move and pin that had sealed her victory.

Her sister, Regan Street, and Mikalea Street cheering and shouting from the luxury boxes.

A shot of Selena holding up the world title with Deanna beside her, the Snow Queen’s arm wrapped around her shoulder.

The four of them: Selena, Deanna, Regan and Mikalea backstage posing together for a grand celebration.

All these photos circled around the center picture, which Selena’s eyes quickly found. In the center, the largest photo, Selena smiled at she saw herself standing in the ring with Deanna, an arm wrapped around Deanna’s shoulders while the other (holding the SCW World title) remained at her side in front of the camera). The redhead’s hands clasped the front of Selena’s wrestling attire, making it unclear who had initiated the passionate, sweet kiss the two were sharing in the photo as the fireworks and pyro were expertly captured behind them.

Sapphire eyes continued to gaze at the photo, the smile never leaving her face, even when she realized that she was now the one being observed as emerald eyes were focused on her. Turning her head fully, Selena merely tilted her head to rest against the wooden frame of the door again, the loving smile still on her face.

Deanna said nothing, though her smile was as bright as Selena’s. A quick, cursory glance of emerald eyes scanned Selena’s body, taking in the black running shorts and gray t-shirt that was baggy at the bottom, covering up most of the black training bra the Snow Queen wore. Quickly, Deanna’s eyes shifted, turning to the clock on the nightstand that told the time – late to be sure.

“Please be careful…” she spoke, effectively shattering the silence between the two. 
“I will.” Selena promised, pushing herself off the frame to stand on her own. “I’m just going to run the main roads.”

Of course, the seasonal vacation of SCW post-RTG had allowed a sense of calm and peace (work-wise) to come to the Frost family, as well as plenty of time to celebrate, but Selena had refused to be too idle. If anything, retaining the World title had instilled in her the desire/obligation mix to be ready for the new season of SCW. New expectations, new ideas, even new rules (if Rise was any indication) – all were possible and she wanted to be ready. Her workouts had continued immediately following her win and she had taken to running at night, when it was far cooler during the heat wave Manhattan was experiencing. The added heat (even at night), to her, was a ‘endurance test’ of sorts – draining her and forcing her to push herself further.

Still, she knew why Deanna was worried, though neither Frost woman wanted to voice that reason. It was why Selena stayed on the main roads. She refused to live in fear, but she wasn’t going to be stupid either.

With a smile, Deanna brought two of her fingers to lips, kissing the fingertips before turning the hand towards Selena, flexing the fingers as a little wave of sorts. Offering one more smile to her, Selena turned and was out of sight, making her way down the stairs, slipping on her running shoes at the front door, opening said door, and immediately jogging out into the night.

She felt the concrete of the driveway under her feet as she ran, letting her body get warmed up and use to the demand she was encouraging before breaking into her full ‘running pace’. The houses moved past her in her vision, her neighbours, most of whom were asleep at this hour. She felt the streetlights on her, circles of light that she dashed too, her eyes shifting from light to shadow and back again instantly. She quickly checked the Fitbit on her wrist, ensuring it was working and the numbers were accurate.

Still, it did not take long for her mind to wander as she ran along the sidewalks of her neighbourhood – and, of course, they went back to Rise to Greatness – to the photos that hung in her and Deanna’s room. She had begged and pleaded for the perfect photos of that night after she had had time to settle. She had gone through hundreds of images and screen-captures from the SCW technical team until she had picked the ones that now stood in the collage. But the center one? Of her kissing her wife amidst the fireworks? She had never expected to find it. But when she had – buried in the sea of other photos – she had immediately cried tears of joy before showing Deanna, her reaction the same as Selena’s. 

More tears… Selena thought, shaking her head as she slightly picked up her running pace, her breathing coming in deep and heavy breaths. She had done so much crying in the last few months. Tears of pride at her wife for so much - standing by her side without hesitation, taking down Christy Matthews, in Selena’s war with Syren, defending her platinum-blonde wife, though she was inexperienced, in a damn tag match against Asher and Holly, being by her side when Selena had won the world title, looking out for her when Ace and Lexy had tried their schemes – and then… Rise to Greatness… Oh yes, Selena had spent most of her months in tears of joy for all they had done and all they had survived together.

Part of her mentally chastised herself for being such a crybaby. The other part of her laughed at the first part. Who said World Champions couldn’t cry? Who said ‘strong women couldn’t release tears of joy’? She shook her head. Cid Turner had chastised her about crying if she won the world title… and the insult seemed childish now – what if she did? Did that make her less of a wrestler? Did that make her less of a wife? How could it after all she and Deanna had gone through?

This…this was it. 

A soft sigh escaped Selena as she recalled the center photo. That had been her dream. That moment – how long had she wanted it? How many years had she yearned for it? And…there it was – frozen in eternity thanks to the expert photographers and their quick fingers, as well as the expert videographers, who had offered screen-captures of the event for this collage. 

Rise to Greatness
The Unbelievable Main Event
Winning it with her family – her sister and children – watching
Winning the biggest main event of the year with her wife by her side

The proof was there in her room and countless online posts on social media. Hell, even SCW had mentioned it in some capacity… A laugh-huff came from Selena as she remembered one online user’s particular comment she had spied. “Now THAT’S how you kiss your wife!”. Selena wasn’t sure if it was a male user or a female user – but either way, she had laughed at it. And the weeks that had followed, her time off with her wife and children…

She didn’t want to say it aloud, but the thought came to her of its own.

I’m happy… Despite herself, the thought brought a few stinging tears to her eyes. Odin help me… but I am.

Again, the implications of that thought – what made Deanna uneasy of her wife running at night – came to Selena, and this time, the platinum-blonde couldn’t stop them. 

Killjoy.

Selena had done all that the skulled-bastard had ‘told’ her to do. Become World Champion, move back into hers and Deanna’s home in Manhattan, headline Rise to Greatness, experience more joy and love with Deanna and their family, and win the main-event at Rise…

She had done it… knowing full well what awaited her at the end.

Lifting her head a little, Selena stopped in her tracks, her eyes wide as she stood in the center of a street light. For there, standing before her, under the very next streetlight, bathed in its off-amber glow, was the leather-jacket-wearing, black-skulled Killjoy!

Selena opened her mouth to scream – or was it to threaten and curse the bastard – she wasn’t sure. No sound came out. Her heart pounded insider her chest, fear and cardio working the organ over double-time. She had tried for weeks to push this to the back of her mind. Tried so hard to fill each day with the joy that she had been blessed with. Her wife, her children, Rise to Greatness, being the World Champion – but he had always been there. Always there in the dark parts of Selena’s mind, a presence reminding her that “time was running out” for the Snow Queen.

“I don’t…” Selena tried, finding her voice. “I don’t regret it.” Her voice was barely able to cross the difference. Her enemy gave no reaction, merely standing his ground. 

“What I did.” Selena pressed. “Even knowing I was doing everything you wanted… I don’t regret any of it. Because you… you can’t take those from me.” She felt a small surge of strength filling her. “You can’t take away how good it felt – how happy I was. You can’t take away the memory of Deanna in my arms as I kissed her under those fireworks! You can’t…you can’t erase history. You can’t unmake what she and I did! THAT will stand for all time!”

Biting her lower lip, the Snow Queen slowly held her arms out. “So do it!” she dared. “Try and take it all from me… because even if I’m alone… even if you kill me… I will still have those memories! And you’ll NEVER take those from me!”

Killjoy tilted its head left and right slowly, its ‘eyes’ never leaving Selena. “Are you at your happiest?” it asked in its familiar, altered voice.

“What?” Selena asked. 

“Are you at your happiest?” The vile creature repeated, its tone the exact same as before.

The platinum-blonde stood there, eyes refusing to leave their lockdown of the villain. “I…” she laughed at the question. “I don’t know.” She answered. Maybe it was the aspect of her impending doom that was causing a bout of hysterics – hence her laughter – but Selena didn’t fight it. “You keep talking about that. ‘Happiest’. Like I’m supposed to know when I’m there. It’s not an achievement or-“ her mind raced wildly. “-or a damn orgasm. How can I possibly know? I don’t know what lies ahead. I don’t know how to compare now to the past! So I can’t…I can’t say yes and I can’t say no.”

Again, Killjoy tilted his head left and right at his quarry. 

“Why did you take Deanna and I to Rebecca?” Selena asked without meaning to, the question coming from her without thought. “It wasn’t just to mess with my head. And it wasn’t just to introduce yourself. You…” she was hesitant on revealing too much. “You wanted me to know about Scythe and Rebecca. You wanted me to tell him and see his face. You wanted me to know…something-“

“And do you?” Killjoy asked.
“I know…” Selena’s voice trailed off. She wasn’t sure what she knew. She had seen the panic and fear on Malcolm’s face during their last interaction, and he sure as hell knew something about all of this – which of course he was refusing to share with the Frost wives. “I know he knows something.”

“And?” mocked Killjoy.

“And… and I don’t know what it is.” Selena answered.

“Then perhaps…” Killjoy looked away for a moment, as if in thought and – for a second – Selena contemplated sprinting back to her house, using the shadows to her advantage… the though quickly evaporated as Killjoy turned back to her, its hand moving in its jacket quickly to pull out the gun – Selena’s gun! – the one he had tried to use on Selena and Deanna a month ago in Nome.

“Perhaps I am wasting my time.” Killjoy mocked, cocking the gun with his thumb.

RUN! FOR FUCK’S SAKE RUN! her mind screamed, but like a deer caught in the headlights, Selena couldn’t move her legs. Couldn’t will them to go… Instead, she simply closed her eyes, preparing for the bullet that Killjoy surely wouldn’t miss. In her mind, she saw her children playing and laughing: Amiliah, learning her first words and growing so fast. David, the ‘man of the house’ or trying to be, perhaps. And her darling Elsianna, her snowflake, becoming a young woman so quickly…

The images flashed quickly before focusing on Deanna – on holding her and, as she swore to Killjoy, the memory of Rise to Greatness. Embracing her, kissing her, that moment of pure joy and bliss. The moment of doing the impossible… together.

Never forget, Deanna… Selena thought, as if trying to will the messages to her wife, so near yet so far away. Would she hear the shot? Selena hoped not. She might come running and then Killjoy would have an easier time to get to her… Just don’t find out… Stay inside…

She held onto the last image of her wife – in the ring, embraced – with all her might as the seconds slowed to hours, an eternity passing until Killjoy’s shot hit its mark.

But no shot came.

Opening her eyes slowly, Selena realized that she was alone. There was no sign of Killjoy. On instinct alone, Selena ran towards the light he had been standing, as if that would give her a better view of things. Even there, there was no sign of the skulled-being. He was gone, as if…

As if he was never there to begin with… came the mocking voice in Selena’s mind.

Feeling her heart beating wildly in her chest, Selena released several long breaths. “Great…” she whispered. “He’s either fucking with my head… or my head is fucking with me…”

Despite the frustration at the lack of certainty of either scenario, Selena still felt a sense of relief wash over her. Perhaps she was still on borrowed time… but it still meant that her end was not today. She could have at least one more day with her family, with her wife, with being in SCW and being the World Champion.

“You won’t win.” Selena whispered, not sure if she was talking to Killjoy or the visions her mind had conjured. Did it really matter? “You can’t win.” She added. “We…Deanna and I… we’re too strong for you. And I’ll never let you get her again. I swear it….”

Nothing but shadows and dark, combined with the sounds of nature and urban life replied. With a long breath, Selena sprinted off, heading back the way she came. Back to her home…

Her beautiful, amazing wife was waiting for her.