Selena Frost (and Partner?) vs. The European Fiery Nation

[Konrad Raab]

Selena Frost (and Partner?) vs. Dakon Theron & Ludvig Eriksson

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3500 Word Per RP

Deadline: 11:59:59 pm ET Wednesday, November 12, 2025

[SnowQueenSCW]

Scars of a Fascade

”The Rules of the Game...”

The Pulse Jazz Club
New York City, New York
November 6th, 2025
2:51am

The Pulse certainly lived up to its name, Selena thought as she sat in ‘her booth’ – well, it had become her booth with the many times she’d been there. Helps if you know the owner... Around her, the low lights, warm shadows, and music rippled through the air, the slow jazz comforting and preferred over bars that would blare out loud rock or heavy metal to get people to dance. Gods, I sound old...

The throught was depressing but she was used to it. She had been feeling this way for so long now. Maybe that was why she kept sinking out to visit this place. She had friends here, yes, but to not tell Deanna? Merely that she was going out, if that. Sometimes, she was workout, shower, change, and just go, leaving her bag in one of the lockers of the private gym – paying for that later with the smell, yes, but not caring in that moment.

Did she feel guilty about this secret? No. It wasn’t like she was cheating on Deanna. She would never do that – she had never, nor would ever, want someone as much as she desired and loved the redhead. Still, she was hiding these quiet outings. She always came late, when the crowd was less and the noise of talking couldn’t fully drown out the sound of the jazz players, be it a live band or something from the jukebox.

She rested her elbows on the polished walnut, a tall glass of something pale in front of her. She always ordered something different. This time, it was ginger beer with lime. Quietly, she traced a finger down the glass, catching one of the condensation-droplets onto her finger for a brief second. To anyone else, she might have looked content to be left alone. Leather jacket, dark jeans, her platinum-blonde hair in its iconic braid. An air of confidence and security, to be sure – every bit The Snow Queen.

How little they know...

She smiled to herself as a new song began, this one heavier on the sax than the last one, her eyes fluttering shut on instinct, allowing her thoughts to come to her.

She hadn’t been booked.

She couldn’t remember the last time she had not been advertised for an SCW pay-per-view, not including that four-month stint where she tried to leave SCW, only for them to beg her to come back. But this new regime. This CHBK/Dean Black-led group? Despite people jumping her and ‘automatically’ getting a match with her like Chris Lawler, despite people attacking her, despite people getting in her way... Nothing.

You’re not booked... The words from that idiot kept turning and swirling around in her head. She had gone undefeated since Rise, pushing herself back to her winning ways against anyone she faced. Yet, it mostly went unnoticed. Earn it... Those two damned words... that’s all the old man and Black and Knight would say! Over and over again. Earn it! Earn it! Earn it! You know what they didn’t say? How!

Selena felt the growl in her throat, which she tried to drown with a gulp of her drink. That was the insane part of it. She was tied up with the Glimmer Sisters on a matter of respect and pride, but without a partner, or so management said, she was getting nowhere, which was way the Glimmer Sisters were so bold. Like keyboard-warriors hiding behind their monitors, they felt safe while the Snow Queen couldn’t take away the very thing that gave them their arrogance – the tag-team titles. But her primary goal? The world title? There was no ‘way’ to earn it. She was winning! She was beating everyone she faced! Glory Braddock had crashed and burned just last week, blowing her change against Cid Turner – a chance she had gotten by doing what? Winning! Not against Selena, oh no!, but just against a few roster people.

Hell, even Syren! Gods...that woman... the management and announce team, once more for the umpteenth time, were trying to force “Syren for World Champion” and “Syren for Number One Contender” down everyone’s throat again! And why?! Because she won a tag-team match because Chris Cannon saved her ass and because she had gotten lucky against Amelia? That was it? That was all it took for Syren to get put back into the mix, but Selena had to ‘earn her shot’ again?!

She was trapped! Every move she made? Didn’t matter. She won, nothing happened. She stood up for herself? Nothing happened. She made challenges? Nothing happened! She accepted challenges? Nothing happened. Nothing brought her closer to either goal, be it humbling those damn sisters or getting back the world championship she should have had back in July!

And there’s no reason for it!

“You always get that faraway look when the sax starts,” The voice seemed to almost emotionally grab Selena before she fell off the edge into another tirade, yanking her out of her thoughts and back into the club. Opening her eyes, she turned to see the soft smile of her friend, Tannis Goesha. “Like it’s saying something only you can hear.” the blonde added.

“Maybe it is.” Was all Selena could say in reply as she gazed into her drink.
“You thinking about Elsi again?”
“Always.” the Snow Queen replied. “Though not so directly this time.”
Tallis nodded, shuffling over to sit beside Selena. “You made any progress?”

“She hasn’t said much to me since she demanded I stopped calling her...” Selena’s voice trembled.“Since that morning last week.” She didn’t want to think about her daughter standing there, on her crutches, screaming at Selena to stop calling her ‘Snowflake’, the nickname she had given Elsianna since she was born.

“She’ll come around...” Tannis tried, weak as it sounded.
Selena shook her head. “You don’t know her like I do. She’s got her mother’s temper. Both of ours.”
Tallis rested her chin on her hand. “So… like mothers, like daughter?”

“Exactly.” Selena sighed. “She doesn’t want to be anything like me.”
“Because of work.” Tallis nodded, having heard this story so many times. “Doesn’t she understand-”

“I don’t think she wants to.” Selena sighed. “She doesn’t care about what Mason did – only what I did to him. She doesn’t care that management is holding me back, just what I do to stop it. She doesn’t care about Cid Turner stealing from me and lazying his way around SCW. Just that I’m attacking him or getting in the way of people getting to him or whatever.” The Snow Queen shook her head, her mind’s eye conjuring up that disgusted, ashamed expression Elsianna had on her face last week. “She just sees her mom turning into a monster every time she comes on TV.”

The two immediately grew silent, neither able to say anything right away.

“Hey,” Tallis said after a pause, tapping her on the arm. “You just have to keep trying, okay? Kids go through these phases, right? Ozzie and I-”

“Talking about me again?” he asked with a grin.

At the mention of his name, Asmodeus Griffin appeared as if from the shadows, standing in front of the booth. Tall, dark-skinned, shoulders broad, complete with a vest and rolled-up sleeves, a man who could have looked intimidating to Selena if not for the warmth in his eyes.

“Only good things,” Tallis replied with zero hesitation, flashing him a smile.
“Sure, sure.” Asmodeus chuckled, leaning in to kiss her on the cheek. “You two need anything?”
Selena gestured to her glass. “Another one of these, if you don’t mind.”
“Coming right up.”

Asmodeus walked the few steps away needed to reach the drink table, hands working nimbly to begin mixing the requested drink.

Alone again, Tallis leaned closer to Selena. “You’re better than you used to be. When you first came here, you were wound so tight I thought you’d punch a hole through the walls.”
Selena’s smirk came and went. “I was close.”
“And now?”
The platinum-blonde sighed, allowing herself to answer honestly. “Now I’m just tired. Just... just so tired...”

The conversation drifted after Asmodeus returned with Selena’s drink. They talked about so many things, none of which the Snow Queen could remember. Eventually, though, the owner went to check on the stage setup, and Tallis decided for an early turn-in, leaving Selena alone again with the soft hum of the club to fill her ears.

Her phone buzzed and she checked it. Nothing from Elsianna. Just another automated reminder from SCW. She was finally booked. After being dismissed from a pay-per-view and a supercard, she was booked on Breakdown – in mocking handicap match against European Fiery Nation.

Selena stared at the screen for a long moment, as if she could will the words to change. Will the ‘And Partner?’ remark to alter. Then she locked the phone, set it down, and rubbed her temples.

They knew she’d notice that little bit and they didn’t care. She’d been told to “earn” her shot, to “prove she was still marketable.” Whatever that meant. She’d beaten everyone they put in front of her. And yet, they still wouldn’t let her near the world title scene or the tag-titles or whatever.

Because villains weren’t supposed to win in the end.
Because she wasn’t the “right image.”
Because she didn’t play nice backstage anymore.

Her jaw tightened. She’d sacrificed everything—her health, her family, her sanity—for this career. And now she was just another name they could keep off a poster without losing sleep.

“Mind if I join you?”

Selena blinked, surprised out of her thoughts, as this voice didn’t sound like anyone she knew. Turning her head, she saw the woman standing at the table before her. Blonde hair flowing freely, eyes like liquid blue glass. She wore a fitted black dress that shimmered faintly in the amber lights, hugged every curve and gave just the right amount of clevage.

Selena straightened slightly. “Uh… sure,” she said, gesturing to the booth beside her.

The woman smiled as took her seat. “You look like you could use some company.” she gave a tilt of her head towards Selena. “You’ve been staring into that drink like it’s about to tell you a secret.”

Selena smirked at that. “Maybe I was hoping it would.”
“I can think of better ways to find secrets.” The woman tilted her head, her gaze sliding up and down Selena in a playful way. “You come here often?”

“Once, maybe twice a week,” Selena replied, though not sure why she was. “Usually this late.”
“Then I should come here more often...” the woman teased, earning a laugh from Selena.
“You’re flattering the wrong woman.”
“Oh? Why’s that?”
With ease, Selena held up her hand, revealing the wedding ring she still wore.

The woman’s lips curved, not into a smirk of surprise surprise, but one of amusement. “Oh, I know you’re still married.”

Unnerved by the response, Selena turned her head to truly study the woman, something tugging at the edge of recognition... And then it clicked.

“Arachnia?!” She asked in surprise, earning a wider smile from the blonde.
“There it is. Good to see you, stranger.”

Arachnia rested an elbow on the counter, watching Selena with that half-smile of hers.

“Didn’t expect to see you here,” Selena said after a beat. “Actually, I didn’t expect to see you at all. Shouldn’t you be at New Eden?”

“Only when I want to. But Asmodeus and I trade favors sometimes. I pour his patrons a few drinks when he’s short-staffed, he sends me home with a bottle of something exotic. Tonight, though...” she gave a shrug. “I just came to listen to the band.”

Selena’s eyes narrowed faintly. “And to flirt with strangers?”
Arachnia’s smile turned lazy. “Only the ones who look like they need it.”
Selena laughed quietly, almost against her will. “Still with a sharp read.”

“It’s a blessing and a curse.” Arachnia sighed playfully. “But I’m not here to chase you, stranger. I just came in, spotted you and...” she gave a clicking sound with her tongue. “I saw a woman pretending not to bleed.”
Selena’s jaw set. “I’m fine.”
“That’s not what your shoulders say.”
“Excuse me?”

Arachnia tilted her head, studying the Snow Queen.“Tension radiating down both arms, but your hands stay perfectly still. That’s control. The kind of control that hurts. The kind of control people learn after they’ve spent too many years white-knuckling their way through something. Addiction maybe. Or loss.”

Selena’s lips parted slightly. “You always go straight for the throat?”
“Like a spider.” Arachnia answered. “But only when I recognize the mark. You’re sober, aren’t you?”
“Recovering.” The words came before Selena could stop them.

Arachnia nodded, not impressed, not pitying. Just seeing.

“You’re good at that,” she muttered. “Reading people.”
“I make a living on it,” Arachnia said with a shrug. “Behind a bar, everyone tells you who they are without ever saying a word.”
“And what do I tell you today?” Selena asked.

“That you’re tired of fighting battles no one else even sees. You keep winning, but every victory costs you another piece of yourself. You’ve got the eyes of someone who wants to stop hurting people, but doesn’t know what she’d be if she did stop.”

“Hey—Arachnia!” Tallis called out, seeming still awake and coming back into the club. “You didn’t tell me you’d be stopping by.”
Arachnia gave a small wave and a smile. “Surprise.” she answered back.

Still, it was Selena that did the reading now. And while Tallis was delighted to see her friend, the platinum-blonde sensed the tension between the two women—the unspoken electricity of two people who’d met before under different masks.

“I’ll let you two talk,” Tallis said, reading the mood. She gave Selena a small squeeze on the shoulder before disappearing again.

“So,” Arachnia said quietly, turning back to Selena. “Work doesn’t know what to do with you?”

Selena’s head shot over to the woman in alarn. “How could you possibly-” she stopped herself. Any idiot watching SCW could have known that just by seeing the ‘Face of SCW’ barely on the shows these days beyond the ‘same scene’ of arguing with management. Nothing new. Nothing interesting.

“They know exactly what to do with me.” she slowly answered. “Keep me in the middle. Let me take the hits, sell the fights, keep the others looking good.”

Arachnia’s brows lifted. “And you let them?”
They make you one and you just... go along with it?!

Elsianna’s words from last week... which only added to Selena’s misery.

“What choice do I have?” Selena’s voice had an edge now. “I show up. I fight. I win. They say I need to ‘earn’ a title shot. They don’t tell me how. I try to take on the tag champs because they keep ambushing me, and they say I can’t—‘no partner.’ They’ve boxed me in.” she half-growled.

“Maybe they’re afraid?”

The question from Arachnia surprised the Snow Queen. “Of what?” she asked. “I’m not the one with the belt.”
The woman gave a shrug. “Well... When you stop needing them, they lose control. You’re fighting for validation from people who already decided you don’t fit their picture.”

“Easy for you to say,” Selena muttered. “You’re not stuck in a contract.”
“No,” Arachnia admitted. “But I am stuck in a life that tells me who I’m allowed to be every day.”
Selena looked at the blonde then, seeing something in her posture, perhaps familiar. “You mean because you’re—?”

“Because I’m me,” Arachnia interrupted gently, quickly and experly changing the subject as she turned her own glass slowly. “You said your daughter doesn’t speak to you.”

“Don’t bother.” Selena sighed. “You don’t know anything about her.”
“No. But I can tell what that empty space in your voice means.” Arachnia met her gaze again, unflinching. “What did you do that made her stop believing in you?”

Selena hesitated, her breath shallow. “I stopped being her hero.”
“That’s not a sin,” Arachnia said softly.
“It is to her.”
“So you broke her illusion.”
Selena looked away. “I broke her heart.”
“You ever think maybe she needed that?”

Selena’s eyes snapped to her. “What?”
“Heroes don’t survive in the real world. Maybe she needed to see the truth.”
Selena scoffed. “You make it sound noble.”
“It’s not noble. It’s necessary.” Arachnia smiled faintly. “She’ll come back when she realizes you’re not her hero—you’re her mother.”

Selena’s shoulders slumped. “You talk like someone who’s been through it.”

Arachnia chuckled lowly. “Maybe I have. Maybe I’m still in it. Every day, someone decides who I’m supposed to be. And every night, I decide they’re wrong.”

Selena looked at her, in utter confusion. “How do you do that? Just… not care?”
“Oh, I care.” Arachnia said simply. “I just stopped caring their way.”

That line hit Selena harder than she expected, allowing Arachnia to continue.

“You’re still trying to win a game that’s rigged. What happens if you stop playing by their rules?”
Selena’s laughed bitterly. “They’ll fire me.”

Arachnia leaned closer, her tone sharp. “People like you don’t get erased. They just get rewritten.”

Selena went still. Her heart thudded once, deep and deliberate.

“I’m not telling you to burn it all down,” Arachnia continued. “Just… stop waiting for permission.”

The phrase gnawed at her. In wrestling. In motherhood. In everything.

Arachnia stood after a while, smoothing her dress. “I should go. New day, new possibilities and all that.”
Selena looked up, startled by how quickly time had passed. “You just drop something like that and leave?”
Arachnia grinned. “That’s what I do. I spin a web, and then I let people decide if they want to step through.”

She left without another word, Selena watching her go and finishing what was left of her drink. The lime had gone bitter, but she didn’t mind. It fit.

The next time she focused back to the present, Asmodeus was wiping down the bar, humming along with the pianist’s closing riff. “You all right, Frost?”

“Yeah. Just thinking.” was all she could reply
“Lot on your mind?”
“Always.” she answered. “Too much thinking on myself.”
“Well...” Asmodeus shrugged. “The world doesn’t hand out many mirrors these days. Just cameras.”
“That’s... weirdly insightful of you.” Selena raised an eyebrow, earning a laugh from Ozzie.
“That’s jazz, baby,” he said, spreading his hands. “Makes people honest.”

She laughed softly at that, then looked back at her reflection in the mirror of her glass. Her own face stared back: older than she liked, but clear-eyed.

Arachnia’s words lingered: Maybe she needed that.

Maybe. Maybe Elsianna needed to learn that her mother wasn’t a cartoon hero. That heroes could bleed, could fail, could rage and regret—and still keep walking into the ring. Maybe all of SCW needed to learn that.

They say I can’t challenge the tag champs without a partner. the cold voice in her mind reasoned. Maybe I don’t need one. Maybe I walk out next show and dare them to stop me. Maybe I make noise loud enough they can’t pretend that I can be so easily silenced...

“Stop waiting for permission,” she murmured to herself before quietly dropping some bills onto the table to cover her drinks before pushing herself out of the booth, waving to Asmodeus and Tannis before heading outside, the cold wind of New York City hitting her full force.

“Winter is coming...” she whispered, more to herself than anyone. It won’t be ignored... and neither will I...

[SnowQueenSCW]

The Royal Letter

The camera opens up to reveal the Snow Queen, Selena Frost, sitting in her dark-green throne chair. She wears a black pantsuit and has one leg crossed over the other. Her hair is in its iconic braid and her eyes stare daggers into the camera.

Well, well... surprised to see me?

I’m guessing that no one here believed I’d be showing up after SCW thought it ‘so smart’ to keep their ‘Face’ off the pay-per-view. You know, nothing really gnaws at you like seeing the people you’ve beaten time and time again, people you’ve proven to be better than time and time again, get a spot on the card but you? Oh, you! the bitter grin on her face is not hidden.

It seems to me that SCW management has a new way of dealing with me. It seems that the supposed strategy is to make up ‘tasks’ for me to accomplish to get what I deserve and what I am owed.

For example, they want me to ‘earn’ my shot at the SCW World Championship... yet they don’t say how. By winning matches? Hmmm... last I checked, I have been undefeated since the start of this season – and seeing as how Glory Braddock was all hot air and bluff who couldn’t deliver when it mattered most – surprising no one, it stands to reason the person ‘winning’ should be next, or at least once all this stupidity with ‘Hair Trigger Evans’ makes like his old teacher, Hudson, and blows his ‘called shot’ in December.

She rolls her eyes annoyingly at the idea. But back to management – it seems that Dean Black, rather than be his own man and be someone of integrity and standard, seems to be little more than CHBK’s parrot while the old man is not here – repeating the same crap Alex kept saying about ‘earning things’. And while I could burn a whole ten pages just talking about the hypocrisy of that – saying I need to ‘earn everything’ while they were handing Konrad the chamber match he wanted and putting Xander in it just because Xander wanted it and was ‘bored’ – I’ll save myself the headache and move on.

Because it doesn’t end there, oh no! Because I’ve also been after The Glimmer Sisters after their continued disrespect towards me and getting involved in my business. Now you would THINK that after I had to deal with Chris Lawler – who got a match with me simply by sucker-punching me – after I dealt with Dante Slayton, who got a match with me just because his Shinigami pal ran his mouth against me... you would THINK that a match with The Glimmer Sisters, after they did both with cheap attacks and mouthing off at me – you would think that I’d get what I want and deal with them, right? That would be the FAIR thing to do after all I went through, right?

A bitter laugh comes from the Snow Queen. Oh no, SCW Universe! I forgot for a second who I was talking about! What does ‘fair’ have to do with anything? This is ‘Selena Can’t Win’ now! This is what S-C-W stands for now! Braddock can win six or seven matches in a row and get a world title shot because of it but Selena Frost, who went SIX MONTHS undefeated, doesn’t get shit! Lawler and Dante can get a match with Selena if they want just but showing their faces or getting in a cheap-shot, but Selena can’t get the matches she wants! Oh no! Cause just like with the world title picture, it seems the ONLY way I can get The Glimmer Sisters – the only way I can humble those little brats - is if I ‘find a partner’!

Annoyed, Selena nods her head mockingly. Right! Because there’s no such thing as a ‘handicap match’, right? And there’s no way I could just face them one-on-one, right? SCW has NEVER done something like that before! Oh wait! I’m basically in one coming into Breakdown!

An irritated huff escapes the platinum-blonde and she takes a moment to look past the camera, take a breath to collect her thoughts, before resuming.

Does it bother any of you that I’ve been right this whole time? I told you all the ones running this show were corrupt! I told you all that they were playing favourites! I told you all they had a vendetta against me because they can’t stand that I am ‘The Face of SCW’ and none of them ever were! I mean, how much more obvious can we get here?! How much more needs to be spelled out for all of you before you finally get on board – until you finally believe it?!

She shakes her head in disbelief. Everything I’ve been saying! About the state of this place? Where it’s going? The standard dropping? It’s plain as day and I seem to be the only person that gives enough of a shit to speak up and do something about it! The only person that wants the best there is to rise to the top rather than management protecting the ‘mediocre’ and the ‘monthly flavours’! But I’ll leave that for the head investor to speak on should he choose to...

Because, like I said, I’ve got a nice, little handicap match set up for Breakdown that I need to focus on. And Black and his ‘team’ know it’s a handicap match because of how ‘lovely’ they put together that graphic on the card. “And Partner?”. Pffft... Not very creative – since the bar’s been lowered, they could have at least put in a yeti, or an abominable snowman, or, hell, since they’re dumb enough to let the world champion talk on TV, put Olaf on there and give the Disney-lawyers a bit more of a paycheck.

But, yes, I say this is a handicap match because – honestly – I don’t have a partner. I know it. They know it – that’s why they promoted it like this – and I am certain Dakon and Ludvig – the Dumber and Dumber of SCW can still figure it out.

A cold grin forms on her features as Selena tilts her head. Yes, turns out that, instead of the big names like Oskar and Kemal, I’m getting the ‘Sidekick Edition’ of EFN. Well, let me start by saying to you both – Welcome to the top of the card, boys! Yes, you’re welcome, by the way! Finally get your names on the main-event of the night and you have me to thank for that. Well, me and, perhaps, a certain main-investor, but, let’s face it, you’re both here because of me and you both know it.

But don’t be upset about that. It’s also because of me that, for the first time in your abysmal SCW-careers, you’re going to be loved! You’re going to be cheered! You’re going to be adored! Because Black and CHBK? The SCW Universe? They want this. They want to see me punished or humbled or just ‘taken down a peg’. They’re tired of me being the thorn in their side, reminding them all of their ineptitude, their hypocrisy, and their blatant bias. So they think a little ‘not-so-subtle handicap match’ will be just what I need to get me in line...

Selena chuckles darkly. Because that’s been my thing, right? Staying in line? Simply obeying people, right? That’s what Selena Frost is known for... she tilts her head. Quick question:

SINCE WHEN?!

Am I supposed to be intimidated by this? Two violence-loving maniacs that would delight in tearing me apart, staining the ring with my blood, all while making as many ‘snow’ and ‘frosty’ one-liners as their underdeveloped brains could create? Am I supposed to scour the locker-room, begging anyone and everyone to be my partner and make this a ‘fair’ fight? Am I supposed to show up at Dean Black’s door, tail between my legs, and apologize and beg him to show mercy and understanding?

Sapphire-eyes narrow darkly. Not in a million years...

You see... what Dean and, I imagine, the two of you, Ludvig and Dakon, seem to be forgetting is... this is where I thrive! Are you kidding? You’ve all backed me into a corner! Not just politically with these ‘conditionals’ to get what I desire, what I deserve – conditionals no one else seems to need to get what they want – but also LITERALLY now! You’ve put me in a situation of facing two very dangerous men while being the most hated superstar in SCW – meaning this can’t be anything but a 2-on-1 as who in their right mind would team with me...

Another dark chuckle leaves the Snow Queen. And yet... she smiles darkly. You both need to ask yourselves a simple question, boys... what is that feeling deep in the pit of your stomachs?

What is that feeling that makes even you think something seems a little ‘off’ about this? Is it deja-vu? Like when you were used as a stepping stone for my Deanna to proves she could still go in the ring? Or maybe you could wonder if, perhaps, I DO have a partner and I am just lying here – waiting to spring it on all of you. Or maybe I am bluffing about that and this IS a handicap match – but then how can I stay so arrogant and confident knowing I am about to face two fiends such as yourselves? Unless...

Unless I don’t need a tag-team partner. Heh heh...

Knowingly, Selena’s grin widens. Yes, you two have been the part of a solid goon-squad for Konrad Raab, flexing and stomping your way around here, making a whole light of noise but, now? Your boss isn’t here. And for all of that... you’re not really the epitome of tag-team wrestling, are you? Not really much in the way of accolades, are you? Don’t worry, your boss, Konrad, closed out his career to race cars with his last title-reign lasting five or six days, but if that’s the pinnacle of EFN, then you guys are here tonight for just one reason:

To punish me. To hurt me.

But seeing as how you’re both keen on that with your love of violence, let me ask you: what happens when you corner a beast? What happens when you give a person no other way to go but towards the very danger that surrounds it?

The grins becomes more predatory – more wolf-like. You starting to get it, boys? I’m not trapped in a match with you... you BOTH are trapped in a match with me. Because this, to me, is beyond perfect. Because whatever happens to you both? Whatever I do to you? Well, that will be on Dean Black’s and CHBK’s head! Whatever I have to do to take you both down? You’ll have THEM to thank for it! Because defeating you emphatically – not just slipping by, not just sneaking out a win, oh no! – beating you both to the shock of all SCW?!

That will be louder than any words I can say and any letter I can write or record! Because if I can beat you – when I DO beat you both – then what will that say about me? If actions, do indeed, speak louder than words, then what will that say about my decree that I don’t need a partner to take down a tag-team?

I’ll tell you, boys, and I’ll use words you both can understand. It will mean that I am right. It will mean that Black and CHBK are wrong and it will mean that there is NO reason or excuse for them to deny me The Glimmer Sisters! If I take on a tag-team twice their size, strength, speed and power... and I win?

A knowing chuckle escapes her. That will be when you see true fear, boys, but it won’t be on my face! It will be on the face of Dean Black, on the face of CHBK as he lies there in the hospital still recovering, and it will be on the face of the SCW World Tag-team Champions as they realize the monster that is coming for them!

Lifting her hand, Selena rests her head on it, her knowing smile unfading. But you’ll get to see that monster first, boys. You’ll get to see that monster first as I show you the real reason your boss, Konrad, could never defeat me. Why EFN has NEVER truly beaten a Frost. And why, not only don’t I need a tag-team partner, but I don’t need ANYONE to be the ‘Face of SCW’ and the best wrestler in the damn world!

And after I’m done with you – after I beat you both and have my arm raised by Demitria and proclaimed the winner? After I send you back down to the bottom of the card and even lower on the tag-team division, I’m going to say three little words. Three words for all of SCW to hear...

She leans forward, glaring daggers at the camera. Told you so.

And Ludvig? Dakon? No one – not you, not management, not CHBK, not Dean, not Cid Turner, not the Glimmers, not even the SCW Universe... There won’t be a single person in the entire world that won’t be able to believe it!

The camera slowly fades on Selena as she sits back in her throne, her predatory wolf-grin present as the scene fades to black.

[The European Fiery Nation]

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