The Jackass & Big Ass Connection vs. Frozen Hell vs. Infamous

[Konrad Raab]

SCW World Tag Team Championship

For tag: 2 RP Limit

Deadline: 11:59:59 pm ET Sunday, March 15, 2020

[SnowQueenSCW]

OOC: The following plays off Selena's last Breakdown roleplay and the interactions therein.

 

The Dark Side of the Sun

“The Snow Queen Pageant – Dealings with Feelings”

March 14th, 2020
Nome, Alaska
1:47pm

She wasn't nervous. How could she be? She knew what nerves felt like. Being nervous involved your heart beating faster and your breath doing the same – even hitching and forgetting how to work properly. Being nervous could also involve anxiety because of fear of outcome. Being nervous could be an amalgamation of emotions like said fear but also joy and excitement of what 'could be'.

She was nervous about what was heading her way tomorrow. 

Tomorrow...

Closing her eyes and taking a deep breath, she imagined the noise she heard from the crowd on the other side of the 'space' being a hundred times louder because there was a hundred times more people. Much like this event, SCW had decided not to cancel Retribution in the wake of the coronavirus scare, but to proceed with caution and options – at least that was the case with SCW. She imagined Malcolm, the runner of this pageant, had pushed it forward so he wouldn't lose points in the eyes of potential voters. Besides, she mockingly thought, imaging the words of one of the few men outside of SCW she truly hated. Who the hell would come to Alaska from China?

Pushing the thoughts and worries the news had instilled in her aside, the platinum-blonde returned to her thoughts of what 'feeling nervous' was. In one day's time, being filled, hopefully, with fans and supporters and critics, facing two dominant teams in the tag-team division, her sister's dream riding in the balance – and possibly so much more...

Despite her silence across social media the last few weeks, the young woman had read and heard every message that she had been given access too, and the depressed her sister had teased at... hinted at... one that was far more possible that what the platinum-blonde was willing to say...

Yeah... this was the feeling of nervousness. The worry about failing. That was what it felt like to be nervous – where the whole world seemed on her pale shoulders.

But this? Right now? Selena opened her eyes – she didn't feel nervous about this. 

The weather had picked up and the temperature had dropped over the past week. And to alleviate fears of sickness with the temperature being in the minus still, Malcolm had quickly rented out the local theatre stage for the show – not much changes, really, as far as Selena was concerned. So she'd be a laughing stock on stage rather than outside, no big deal.

Leaning against the wall as she stood in the darkness of the wings of the stage, the young wrestler tilted her head a little to see through the curtains, allowing a small section of the filled audience seats to catch her eye. She could see many people, some dressed casually, some in suits and much more 'refined' clothes. Some were already sitting and some were still standing, in discussion with others. Despite the nature of this event, this was still seen as a 'social gathering' for the residents of Nome, and with the town as small and closed off from the world as it was – everyone knows everyone... she remembered. For a brief moment, the Snow Queen moved her head a little from side to side, expanding her range of sight and trying to see if she recognized anyone she could see. 

She knew Jean and Zoe would be there – why wouldn't they be? They had promised their support in this pointless exhibition. And...probably, as she didn't expect Liam or the few residents close to her to be there... they'd be the only people there to support when she got eliminated in the first round.

A sad smile of pale lips crossed her features. It didn't matter. The majority of people – with their 'small town equals small minds' mentality had always hated her for being 'The Crazy Miner's Daughter' and being 'The Snow Queen'. Their approval was not something Selena actively sought. They could laugh her right off the stage and out of the building. They would just be fuelling her deal with Talia.

The bigger and better she beats you... Selena reasoned. The more likely she'll keep her word and help you!

Crossing her arms over her chest, Selena felt her leather jacket against her bare shoulders as she leaned flush against the wall, the wood and stone offering her back its full support. She hadn't been on this stage since the last time she had been in this event. When she had won it...

With a sigh, she reached up a pale hand to massage her forehead. For a moment, she felt the absolutely crushing realization that winning this pageant all those years ago, becoming the Snow Queen of Nome, had caused so much more trouble than it had been worth. Not only had she lost her best friend by stealing her routine and the title from her, but in the years that had followed? The nickname had stuck to Selena like glue, just another thing to be harassed and abused about. And while it had followed her to better things in SCW now, here it was again, dragging her back to Nome just to be reminded of what she was here – despite the success and family she had...

Still the Crazy Miner's Daughter... Still the laughing stock... and for what?

That was actually the most laughable part of this whole thing. What had spurred the then twelve-year-old on to becoming the Snow Queen? Her step-mother, Anastasia DeCarlo, had taken her prized possession, the gold-nugget necklace (a gift from her assumed dead father) and threatened to destroy it if Selena did not go out there and win. With her back against the wall, Selena had submitted, throwing her best-friend/sister under the bus and taking the crown for herself. 

She scoffed, reaching up to give her platinum braid a sharp tug. She had been so weak back then. Now? If her mother had tried something like that? She would have spit in her mother's face – literally – and walked out of the theatre. A gold-nugget did not define her or her relationship with her father. Did not remove what her father had meant to her and meant to her now. But she had been so scared to lose it – to be without the only piece of him she had left – the pinnacle of his beliefs. Faith no bigger than this nugget...

It had also become the core of Selena's own – though it would take years of pain and suffering and losing said faith for her to regain that core. Deanna had helped with that, the redhead slowly, but surely, worming her cute, little way into Selena's heart. With her other free hand, Selena placed it over the organ that beat so strongly in her chest. That's who's opinion mattered to her – that was who she was doing this for. The rest of them can continue to freeze up here in their hatred...

There was the sound of movement coming from further backstage and Selena recognized it – like a stampede of the smallest animals in the animal kingdom. A mixture of pitter-patters was coming from the green/crew/cast room (whatever they called here) in the basement as people, children, rushed up the stairs. Selena was too far in the wings to really see them, but it did not take long for several small children to be standing beside her. She counted a good half dozen of girls, not including her, each wearing a dress, heavy-makeup for children their age and hair done up so many different ways and styles. Despite herself, the young woman smiled at them, their enthusiasm and myriad of emotions from stage-fright to excitement rubbing off on her. That she was excited to be part of this – her part in this was a sham as it was – but she was hoping to have some fun like she had a few days ago during the rehearsal. 

The girls whispered amongst themselves, Selena unable to make out much of what was being shared, so she kept quiet as she removed her leather jacket, folding it up and placing it in a corner of the wings. For a moment, she felt the light and soft material of her dress – especially the softness of the white faux-fur that circled around just under her bare shoulders. It had been an easy choice, deciding to wear her Winter-Sky dress. First, and perhaps foremost, was the notion that she had to at least seem to be interested in this event – in participating in it – and appearing as “The Snow Queen”, hence the sapphire blue dress with long, sheer cape with snowflake designs galore. Even in the darker space of the wings, Selena could see the lights around her bouncing off the sequins that formed the designs. 

The second reason she had chosen this dress was because... because... 

She sighed a little, smoothing the dress out with her hands. She would be lying if she said the second choice wasn't a matter of pride. If she was going to hand over the title that had both made and broken her – if she was going to be a laughing stock in this town – she was going to do being something more at the same time. Holding her head high, smiling without a care, and showing them what she was deep down.

A Snow Queen...

A nod of confidence to herself was all she needed before turning around to face the stage – and the half-dozen pairs of eyes staring at her in stunned silence. 

Slightly taken aback by the children's sudden focus on her, Selena was temporarily at a loss for words. “Ahh...” without thinking, she spun on the spot, allowing the cape and skirt to billow and flow around her in a beautiful display.

“Wow...” came one remark from a child – Selena was not sure which one. She smiled at them quietly before biting her lower lip nervously.

“Don't worry, girls.” she whispered. “You'll fit into one of these one day, too. Promise.”

That seemed to excite a few of them – given the large difference between their height and size and that of Selena's. Fortunately, before the situation could become more awkward, the sound of music began playing, low enough so a voice could be heard from the stage.

“Hello, ladies and gentlemen!” came the broad, deep voice. “I'm Robert Gillies! And I will be your host for the final event of the day!”

There was a round of applause from the audience, some hoops and hollers as well (though those seemed to come from the back, if Selena's hearing was accurate).

“As you know, my friend...” Robert continued. “For us here, in Nome, the snow never really goes away, does it?” some muttering from the crowd was the reply. “But this weekend does mark the final weekend of the 'Winter Season'. Therefore, let's send it on its way the right way as we crown a brand new Snow Queen!”

More cheers came as the music reached a louder volume, the cue being heard as “One in a Million” by Bosson began to play. Immediately, the little girls in front of Selena scrambled into line and began to walk on stage, heads straight, posture perfect – what they had no doubt been practising for months. Selena both admired and felt sorry for them (not pity, but something close to that). Because there was a difference between walking regally and walking with confidence. One was done out of being told to do it and the other came from self-worth. And from what was before her, these young girls had not realized that yet.

Still, with a shake of her head and a last huff of breath, as her turn came, Selena walked out, a smile crossing her face as the stage lights hit her full.

Chest out.
Head high.
Shoulders back.

Her step-mother's checklist from years past came running in her hand and, surprisingly, Selena allowed it, even feeling a little comfort by it. True, things had been horrible with Anastasia throughout most of her life, some scars that would always remain, but the end – the last few years with her step-mother... it hadn't been all bad. And since her death, Selena had almost wished that they had had more time together. So to hear her voice again – well, Selena leaned into it, walking as her mother had taught her but adding her own slight swing in her hips as she moved across the stage.

From the corner of her eye, she spied Talia – the next Snow Queen if this farce was to finish up as it was supposed to. Her former friend/present tormentor's eyes widened a little as she beheld Selena in her dress. Talia had chosen well, far as Selena could see – the brunette dressed in a low-cut V-neck, form fitting number – Jovani, Selena guessed if what she had overheard earlier that day was to be believed – that was fully embroidered. It was a beautiful dress to be sure, but the look in Talia's eyes as she quickly scanned Selena's form, the two crossing in the X-pattern of the choreography to reach opposite sides of the stage to bevel and pose with the music – Selena recognized that look. It was one she saw over and over again at SCW.

Jealousy. The brunette was not 'digging' what Selena was wearing and felt like she, herself, was wearing a paper-bag in comparison.

The knowledge put a slight smirk on Selena's face and as they continued the choreography of the song, doing their turns and spins, the Snow Queen didn't shy away from adding a bit more swing and hip-movement and a hint of smoldering looks. If this was all for Deanna – Selena reasoned – she was going to put a little of 'dance for Deanna' into it.

The number was over before she knew it and the audience gave a solid applause as the contestants were rushed off the stage, Robert returning with a huge 'host-smile' on his face.

“Quite a group of lovely girls, am I right?” he asked. “Before we continue, let's take an opportunity to thank our sponsor – the fine mayor of our town. Malcom-”

Selena tuned him out as she made her way to the backstage area and down the stairs. The room was beige, white and green colored with tables of catered food and bottles of water. It was large enough to accommodate the fourteen contestants and a parent for each child, but it was still rather full. As she made her way down the stairs, she saw some of the girls prepping themselves near the doorway and some just relaxing. Above them, the PA system played out what was being said by Robert and whomever was on stage, a television hooked up in the corner of the main room to show the stage's current happenings as well – Robert was still thanking people and introducing the first part of the event.

Grabbing a bottle of water from the table of them, Selena quietly ushered herself into one of the changerooms, filled with mirrors and dresses for the last part of the event. A large rack of costumes hanging from them was her target, and she moved around it to take the plush seat in the corner that no one saw. With the rack moved slightly by Selena as she moved behind it, it offered a rather pleasant curtain/private hideaway for her – a corner of the room that she could just keep quiet and out of the way of the people that wanted and deserved to win this pageant-thing. 

With a sigh, she unscrewed the plastic cap of her water bottle and quietly drank the contents. The first event was the interview portion – the 'meet-and-greet the contestants' section. It was also the event that would be the only thing Selena participated in. Because from that event, the judges in the front row would eliminate seven of the fourteen girls just like that – and Selena had every intention of being one of them. She knew Jean and Zelda (Zoe) were on standby, ready to drive her to the airport after her elimination so she could get to Tennessee as fast as she could – where she wanted to be, working with Regan to prepare them for their chance at the SCW World Tag Team Championship.

Taking another sip of water, the platinum-blonde closed her eyes, imaging the minutes ticking away as the sound of Robert's voice, asking contestants questions on stage, filled the room. Minutes ticking away until you're no longer the Snow Queen here.

For a moment, Selena thought about what that would be like. What if she wasn't the Snow Queen of Nome anymore. Strangely enough, the thought was not as depressing as it could have been. I mean, word would probably get out to SCW eventually about it – probably some kind of backlash to that, but she highly doubted that would affect her being 'The Snow Queen' in SCW... something she actually enjoyed being – so different than Katie Steward's ridiculous notion of 'Queen of Queens' and whatnot. And if SCW really got upset if they got wind of this pageant, it wasn't like Selena was at a loss for nicknames: Winter's Knight, The Alaskan Dragon, hell, she could change to 'Ice Witch' if need be – and of course... her personal favourite along with “Snow Queen”. 

The Face of SCW

Smiling shyly, though no one was around, Selena snuggled further into her plush chair. Glad I'm not having to give THAT one up any time soon. Despite several superstars in SCW chastising and critiquing her on 'how to behave like the Face of SCW', it only added to the excitement and honor she felt being called that. If it was so easy to dismiss it – like the Butt-Connection had dismissed Frozen Hell over the last few weeks, though not as much as Infamous had, focusing on causing scandals in the Television title scene – then it would have been ignored and forgotten. But ever since Shawn Winters had uttered that name, a casting of opinion, the world had been swept up in it. Some, like Adam Sharper and, on some level, Jonathan Knots, agreeing while others, particularly the entitled Syrens and Siennas and Brees, denying it every time Selena's name came into conversation.

They're just keeping my name in association with it... Selena sighed at the stupidity of said bitter superstars. It wasn't like Infamous or Gloria Braddock. She didn't have to tweet it every few days or after every win or in every promo – everyone else seemed to be content in reminding the world that she was called “The Face of SCW”.

And she had to wonder: Would 'The Snow Queen' survive this and stay with her? Part of her, deep down, quietly hoped so-

“Achoo...”

“Bless you.” Selena replied instinctively before realizing the sound came from right beside her. Turning her head and leaning over the side of her chair, she spied the little bundle of dress and life sitting under the counter top that ran around the room for the 'makeup stations'. It was a mixture of red curly hair and light purple chiffon! “Hey.” she said, causing the girl to uncurl herself from her wrapped-up state to gaze up at Selena, the young Frost recognizing the girl immediately. 

“Becky?” she remarked with a surprised smile. “What are you doing down there?”

Fortunately, the twelve-year old remembered Selena from the rehearsal days and seemed comfortable enough to approach her, pulling herself up from under the counter to stand at Selena's eye-level (Selena still in her seat). “Keeping away.” she whispered.

“Keeping away?” Selena asked, mentally remarking how cute and beautiful the young girl looked – wearing an A-Line Princess Scoop dress that reached for floor at Becky's feet. Her hair was pinned back with a hairband of faux-diamonds and Selena was sure the child was wearing contact lenses because the thick-rimmed glasses she had seen earlier this week at rehearsal were gone.

Becky nodded at Selena's question before tentatively reaching out to feel the faux-fur that lined Selena's shoulders. “You can touch it.” Selena smiled. “It's okay.”

Emboldened by Selena's grant of permission, the young girl ran her hand gently along the material. “It's so pretty.” she whispered shyly.
“So is yours.” Selena remarked with a smile. “Did your mother pick it out for you?”
A shake of the head was her response. “My big sister. She... she helped me when my mom wouldn't listen...”

It took some coaxing from Selena, but the child soon opened up about her older sister, ten years older, named Maria, who lived in Nome as well, but was studying to be an accountant. When Becky's mother was becoming too obsessed with this pageant, it had been Maria that had stepped in and whisked Becky off to her own place, taken her shopping and kept the mother in check. “She's my best friend.” Becky admitted.

“I see.” Selena smiled. “I have a sister like that too.”
“You do?” Becky asked. “Is she pretty?”
“Yes.” Selena nodded hesitantly. “But I wouldn't call her that too often – she's a bit of a tough girl.” she winked at the child knowingly. “But we're always looking out for each other.”

“I like that.” a shy smile came across the twelve-year old's lips. “Is she here today?”
“No.” Selena shook her head. “She's waiting for me in Tenne- way out there.” Selena gestured to the 'out there'. “We've got a big competition tomorrow to win together.”
“Another pageant?” she asked, causing Selena to laugh.
“No, not quite. But just as important to me, for sure!”
“Oh...I...I hope you win.” Becky offered shyly.

It was adorable, this child, a beacon of innocence and kindness. She reminded the young Frost of her older daughter, Elsianna, even after the world had seen fit to hurt her scar her as it had – she still kept her heart as pure and good... a far cry from how Selena had been when the world had dealt her a similar hand.

“I hope you win.” Selena offered, placing a gentle hand on Becky's shoulder. “I really do.”

Becky's mouth hung open in surprise and she was about to speak when “Briar, Rebecca! On deck!”

Eyes widening, Selena turned her attention back to Becky. “Is that you?”. Becky's nod urged Selena's next words. “You have to go then! You're up!”
“I...I don't...”

“You got this!” Selena stated, holding up her hands. “Go out there and own it!”

With a sudden burst of confidence, fleeting as it may have been, the redhead clapped Selena's offered hands in a high-five times two before scampering out of the quiet corner and up the flight of stairs. For the next fifteen or so minutes, Selena actually paid attention to the pageant, listening in on the questions and the answers the girl gave. She stammered a little, but Selena was more than thrilled that the child managed to get through without much in the way of problems. She even laughed affectionately at Becky's answer to the question “If you could have any superpower, what would it be.”

Teleporting. Becky had answered. So I could always find a place to watch the sunrise.

“Okay, that was good!” Selena laughed again at the cuteness of the girl as the interview drew to a close, excusing Becky to move on to the next one. The redhead had rushed downstairs and Selena had emerged from her 'hiding space', leaning against the open door frame to watch the child as she ran across the room. She spoke to her mother for a few minutes before then making her way back over to Selena.

“Good?” she asked, earning a shaky nod from Becky.
“I think so.”
“I really liked your superpower answer. Sunrises are awesome.”
“Thank you... and thanks for the encouragement.” the young redhead sounded so shy and timid. It was enough to cause Selena to smile and chuckle a little.

“You're very welcome.” came the reply just as another voice rose up.
“Frost, Selena. On deck!”

With a small nod of her head, Selena took a short breath to prepare herself. “Okay.” she smiled. “Wish me luck.”

Instead of 'luck', however, the small girl's tiny hands clutched the purple long skirt of her dress before she blurted out. “Can you watch me during the talent part if we both make it?!”

The offer caught Selena off guard, causing her to mentally curse herself. The 'talent part' was the second and last section of the event, where the final seven would perform a particular talent of theirs for the audience. For most of the children, it would be something simple – hell, there were at least six out of the fourteen that were going to sing “Let it Go!” from Frozen – and that was not an exaggeration (Selena had checked when she had heard the first three girls practising it during warmups). 

But here was the reality, and the cause of Selena's mental cursing. The platinum-blonde was supposed to be eliminated in this round and then head straight to Tennessee afterwards. For the love of Odin, for her 'talent', she had also chosen to sing “Let it Go!”, choosing the obvious and – by far – worse choice she could to ensure she would lose should the impossible happen and she move on.

“I...” looking down at the pleading eyes, however, the Snow Queen could not help but sigh and nod her head. “If we both get into the final round, I promise I'll be there in the wings to watch you, okay?”

She didn't give Rebecca the chance to respond as her legs moved her quickly up the stairs and into the wings just in time to hear the last question being asked to the woman on stage.

“And lastly, Mrs. Scythe – if you could have any wish granted, what would that wish be?” the smooth talking host asked as he stood on stage in his black and white tuxedo. Unfettered, Talia leaned into the microphone to answer.

“Well, Robert, if I had one wish... I would wish to win the crown of the Snow Queen here tonight!”

The answer caused Selena to roll her eyes at the fake tone of voice the lawyer was using, so sickeningly and fake sweet (like sweetener vs sugar) that the platinum-blonde was sure she now had a few cavities in her teeth just from listening to it. The audience gave a round of applause as the host excused Talia, who walked off the stage, passing Selena in the wings as she did.

“Top that.” the brunette dared with an arrogant smirk.
“No thanks.” Selena threw back. “I'm trying to get you to work for me, remember?”

Before Talia could retort, Selena's name was called by the host: “And now, ladies and gentlemen, our final contestant. She is a former Snow Queen of 2002, Mrs. Selena Frost!” - allowing Selena to stroll elegantly onto the stage, waving to the audience before standing beside Robert.

“Welcome, Mrs. Frost.”
“Thank you, Robert. But Selena is fine.”
“Very well.” Robert shrugged nonchalantly. “You can call me Bob. Nervous?”
“No, not really.” Selena answered with a smile. “I did my taxes before I came here. Now that was nerve-wracking.”

The response earned a quiet rumble of laughter from the audience.

“Very good.” the host answered, chuckling himself. “Let me ask you, Selena. What makes you different from the other girls competing today?”

Now, something to make clear – in case it wasn't already: Selena was ready to be eliminated from this round. Whereas every other contestant may have studied every possible question and put together the perfect answers for whatever questions were thrown their way, Selena had used that kind of hard-work and mentality trying to figure out the worst answers she could realistically give. And from all her research, the answer that came to her? Brutal and 100% honest truth!

With a smile, Selena leaned into the microphone. “What makes me different from the other girls competing today, Bob? Well... I'd say for most of them? About twenty years, one and half to two feet, at least a hundred pounds – just to name a few things.”

The audience laughed at that – the elephant in the room being put in the middle of the spotlight. Rather than be stunned by this, Robert smiled at leaned into it – clearly a practised host!

“And do you believe this makes you stand out amongst your fellow, competitors?”
“Not to discredit those brave girls, Bob.” Selena replied, smirking at his humor. “But there's a reason I was in the back row of the opening number.”
“Head and shoulders above the competition, eh?”
“And chest too, in some cases – do go staring, Bob.”
“Eyes are on you, Selena.”

The back and forth was certainly getting some humor but Selena could see the judges were only slightly amused. Good. 

“Next question, Selena. Why do you think you should be the Snow Queen pageant winner once again this year?”

Biting her lower lip, Selena shrugged her shoulders. “Well, I was the last Snow Queen back in 2002. And since then, I've held onto it and taken it with me around the world... are there any wrestling fans in the audience?”
“WOO! WE BELIEVE!”
With a grin, Selena pointed to the audience where she heard the sound of the spectator. “Thank you!” she smiled. “So, yeah, I've travelled around the world with that title. Wouldn't mind keeping it for a bit longer.”

“Alright, let's take it over to our judges for their questions!” Robert stated, turning the attention to the panel that sat at the front of the audience. Selena didn't recognize any of the three that sat there. Two women and one man – all older in age, clearly.

“So, Selena.” the woman on the right spoke first. “Who is your role model?”

It took Selena a few seconds to answer, only because she had to make a choice between two people... and she couldn't. “Well, that would be two people. One is my wife, Deanna. Easily the strongest, kindest woman I've ever known after travelling all around this world. Bias as that sounds.”

No sound came from the audience, the Snow Queen unsure if they were being polite or shunning her – it was a small town, after all. 

“And the second person, many of you will know, would be my father. Donovan Frost.” the silence that followed that answer, was far more obvious to identify. One word: uneasy. Still, Selena pressed onward. “For those of you that do, this town wasn't exactly kind to my father.” Her tone had a slight edge to it. “He was referred to as 'crazy' or 'crazy miner' and I 'the crazy miner's daughter'. But he never let that deter him. Never let that get in the way of his dream. Even when he was taken away from me, he had kept on believing and kept on searching, telling me that all you needed was faith no bigger than a small nugget of gold, and you can do anything. Truth is, guys, I wouldn't be the woman I am if it weren't for him. And just to give you all an ending to it... he did find that gold.”

With a sad-happy smile, Selena reached up to gently dab the tears that had formed in her eyes, barely hearing the quiet applause from the audience. She did, however, feel the pat on her back by Robert, the host offering his quiet support.

“Selena.” it was the second female judge, ready with her question. “Were you ever bullied? How did you handle it.”

A short laugh came from Selena as she heard the question, her desire to continue her answering-pattern of blunt answering shining through. “Gracefully when I could. Viciously when I couldn't. Victoriously whenever possible.”

“Spoken like a wrestler.” the woman replied with a slight smirk.
“Can't win fights with daffodils.” Selena replied. “Especially if it's a group of people or a very dangerous person.”

“And would you feel this is fitting of a Snow Queen?” the woman asked, though there was no malice in her voice, only true curiosity, perhaps a bit of concern.
“I don't know about that.” Selena shrugged. “But it's how I've survived all these years, so between that and being dead in an alley somewhere, which path would you take?”

The woman gave a curt nod before returning to her notes, allowing the third judge – the man – to speak. 

“Mrs. Frost, let's speak plainly here. You're quite well known here in Nome and around the world. But not all of it is the 'celebrity status' you currently possess. I remember some years ago of a very different Selena Frost that worked at Liam's Bar and Grill – a girl with problems. I'm sure, much like your father, we all remember that 'Selena Frost'.”

Selena felt her jaw clench at that and saw Robert shifting uncomfortably on stage. This was far different than the questions thrown towards the little girls that had gone before her, and even Talia. This was a firing squad and the platinum-blonde was being assailed with shots.

“My question to you is, why would we consider you when, the last time you wore the crown of Snow Queen, you did nothing with it other than, to be blunt, become a source of infamy here in Nome?”

Nodding her head slowly, Selena turned towards Robert, gently taking the microphone from the host's hand. “What's that guy's name?” she whispered so only Robert could hear him.
“Sean.” the host answered, clearly not liking where this event had gone in terms of direction.
“Thanks.” Selena replied before turning her attention towards the male judge.

“Well, Warren. I'll tell you why. Because I know I can handle it.” Her eyes flashed towards the second female judge. “You asked me if I was ever bullied and how I handled it? Well, truth is, I was. It started off being because of my father, but after I won this pageant years ago, that just added fuel to the fire. And with my father gone and my step-mother less than caring, it was basically me on my own. Me dealing with having chocolate milk dumped over my head. Hot coffee thrown into my face to try and 'melt me'. Being locked in a chest deep within the abandoned rooms of the school gym to 'keep me cool till next Christmas'. Years and years of – despite being called 'a queen' – being told I was worthless and pathetic.”

She took a strong breath. “Yes, I fell from grace. I fell hard. I fell into depression, alcoholism, even moreso when I lost not only my baby but also my fiancee in one fell swoop. I was lost in a deep, black pit that not even my father's words could get me out.” For a moment, Selena cast her gaze out to the audience. “But I did get out. I got out because of my father, because of my new job, because of my daughter, and because of meeting my wife, who further helped me and made me into a better person.”

Turning her head, sapphire eyes bore into Sean. “And do you want to know where people like you were, Sean? Who are questioning my integrity now? Where were you when I was so broken? You were ordering drinks from me and hitting on me at Liam's Bar and Grill.”

“I beg your-” Sean started but Selena cut him off.
“You and everyone looking down on me where doing just that while I was spiralling downward. But you know something, Sean? If I had let people like you beat me. If I had let people like you continue to push me into the dirt and fracture my integrity, then I would not have come back here and be standing on this stage. I'd have never returned.”

She sighed quietly, running a hand through her hair.

“But I did return. I am here now. Because, in spite of it all – Nome has always been my homeland. Always will be.” There was a moment of silence before the Snow Queen chuckled. “And you can take the Snow Queen out of the cold but you can't take the cold out of the Snow Queen, am I right?”

There was a silent bout of laughter from the audience – not much, mind you, but it certainly helped ease some of the extremely awkward tension within the theatre. Shaking her head, feeling suddenly so tired, Selena turned back to the audience.

“The reason I want to be the Snow Queen again is because I don't want any of your children – the parents in the audience and backstage – to go through what I went through. Because, I promise you, it may be 'fun' and 'cool' now, but take it from someone that's lived with this title. There's a price to pay for it... and I wouldn't ask it on anyone that wasn't strong enough to handle everything that goes with it. Thank you.”

Turning on her heel, Selena walked back to Robert, handing him the microphone before moving to the back of the stage, and out one of the wings. To her surprise, Talia was standing there in the back, leaning against the rail near the stairs. Her eyes narrowed when she saw Selena, who merely shrugged her shoulders and pumped her fist.

“Nailed it.” she laughed.
“Drama queen.” Talia said simply. “Always playing the victim.”
“Coming from you? And seeing where we are right now? Doesn't really mean much.” Selena simply replied as the other girls all made their way up the stairs, apparently all being called to the stage.

Seeing Selena as she emerged, little Becky rushed over to her side to stand beside her, not saying a word. Eventually, the group of contestants made their way onto the stage as Gillies was handed a piece of paper from the judges before returning to the center of the stage near the ladies.

“Alright, ladies, you have been interviewed by our judges and myself. And with your answers, the judges have determined who shall be moving on to the next portion of our contest. First, I want to thank all of you, from the bottom of my heart, for coming here today and showing us all what beautiful, unique and wonderful people you are! I am sure this decision was not an easy one for our judges.”

Oh please... Selena mentally laughed. My name is probably written in caps under the 'Eliminated' Section. She secretly hoped so.

“Our first of the seven finalists are: Holly Fratel!”

One of the little girls in front of Selena jumped up and down before scampering to the other side of the stage.

“Our next finalist: Devon Isler!”

Three more names, including Talia's, were called and with each name, Selena felt Becky's grip on her hand tighten. She could feel the little girl's concern – or was it fear from her mother? Selena hoped not.

“Our sixth finalist:” Robert held a slightly longer pause with each new name mentioned, as if to grow suspense. Such a showman... Selena shook her head in good nature, but beamed when she heard the name- “Rebecca Briar!”

Eyes growing to the size of saucers, Becky's face shot up to gaze up at Selena in shock. Smiling genuinely at the girl, Selena nodded her head. “That's you, Becky! It's you!” 

With a gentle nudge from the Snow Queen, the redhead was able to release her hold on Selena and make her way across the stage to where the other girls were.

“And our last finalist, who will compete in the talent-portion of the event to name a 2020 Snow Queen...” Robert read the list as the audience remained silent, waiting for him to speak.

“SELENA FROST!”

The world stopped. Nothing made sense. Nothing was right. She knew she misheard. It was impossible!

But as she looked across the stage and saw Becky motioning with her hands towards her to come to where she was standing, Selena knew she hadn't. Slowly, hesitantly, almost forgetting how to walk, Selena moved across the stage to where the others were. The second she was close enough to the small child, she felt Becky's hands grasping her own. Her mind, however, was only half-there, the other half was trying desperately to figure out what the hell had happened. She was supposed to have been eliminated! Taken out in the first round and Talia sauntering onward to win the damn crown!

Lifting her head up to the other finalists, however, her eyes settled on the other adult in this competition. And the knowing smirk that played across the brunette's lips.

No...you bitch. Selena's mind growled as the stage was cleared to prepare for the next event – with a forty-five minute intermission for everyone to get prepared. Selena kept her eyes narrowed and focused on Talia, almost missing Becky wishing her well before the redhead had to scamper off to get ready for the talent event. 

Alone backstage, Talia and Selena stared each other down. One smug and arrogant, and the other seething. “You did this.” Selena stated with a hiss. “You arranged to have me make it to the next round.”

With a smile, Talia held her hands behind her back. “I can't take all the credit.” she admitted. “You were the one that gave me the idea. I just whispered in Sean's ear.”
“What are you talking about? 'My idea'?” Selena all but yelled. “We had a deal, Talia! I throw the competition in the first round! What do you get out of this?!”

“You said it yourself, Selena.” Talia replied darkly, dark, brown orbs glaring at Selena. “At rehearsal earlier this week? 'Lose the first round and then you're outta here'? Remember? That was your plan? Skip town before the show was even over?”

“So that's it then?” Selena asked, almost in disbelief. “You rigged it so I have to stay till the end?”
“Stay till the end, throw the competition...” Talia grinned. “And stand on stage and watch me be crowned the Snow Queen.”

“You know, I take it back.” Selena growled, only Talia able to hear. “I told you that there was nothing good in pretending to be me... but there is one thing. It's a hell of a lot better than being you!” she added with a snap.

“For once – and though it pains me to admit it – I agree.”

The voice did not come from Talia but from just to the other side of the stage, causing both women's head to snap in that direction, both in shock and, in Selena's case, frightening concern, as the tall, strong-shouldered, salt-and-peppered-haired man walked into the light before the two women.

“Malcolm...” Talia muttered, which was more than what Selena could do, the Snow Queen choosing only to glare and clench her jaw. “What are you-”
“I sponsored this event, didn't I? At your insistence, I might add.” 

With slow, methodical steps, the mayor of Nome paced back and forth around the two women.

“Now, when you came to me, Talia, with this idea, I must admit I was intrigued by it. The notion of nostalgia and social gatherings – how did you put it? 'The past being brought back to help us reflect on the future' – it certainly was appealing. But seeing you on stage... and seeing you -” he turned his gaze to Selena for a moment. “I am not so smug and set in my way to not know when I've been had.” 

“She got both of us, then.” Was all Selena said.

“It seems that way.” Malcolm stated with a slight nod of his head. “Now, please excuse me while I talk to my daughter-in-law.”

Taking a deep breath, Selena was almost tempted to stay and defy Malcolm, like she had countless times before. But the fact was, it didn't matter why he was there, or if he supported Talia or not. It didn't change anything. She still was in the finals and she still needed to lose in order to get Deanna out of prison.

Without a word, the Snow Queen excused herself, making her way down the steps, but instead of going into the doors of the green room, she stayed against the wall of the stairway, out of sight but able to hear the conversation above her.

“I can explain-” Talia started.
“I'll bet you can.” Malcolm cut her off curtly. “But I already figured it out. You have this put together because your little grudge with Frost.”
“It's not as-”
“You think I don't know your two's history? You think Ryan didn't tell me?”

There was a moment of silence, and Selena wondered if they were still talking.

“What does it matter?” Talia's voice suddenly came through. “I'll win and-”
“You listen to me, you pitiful child.” hissed the mayor. “I did not allow you to sleep your way into my family, and pay your way to turn your from a pitiful 'volunteer nurse' into a powerful lawyer just to have you embarrass this family with your squabbles! Do you hear me?!”

“How am I embarrassing you?!”
“This WHOLE thing is a joke! That's all everyone was talking about! The mayor's daughter-in-law competing against children! It's a mockery -”
“But Selena legitimizes-”
“Oh stop it!” Ordered Malcolm. “You think everyone here hasn't figured out she's been throwing the competition? Any idiot with half a brain can tell she doesn't want it. That's she's here for other reasons – know why? Cause she was out there, acting real. You, just like those kids, were talking out your pampered asses because you want to win. She was brutally honest to the point it was uncomfortable because she doesn't care if she wins!”

Again a moment of silence, but Selena was filled with a smug confidence. She had hoped someone had noticed her honesty was there for a reason. 

“You can win your crown.” Malcolm stated darkly. “But no one – no one – will believe you earned it. Especially with Selena here like this. They'll know you're a sham, an embarrassment to this family.”

“What...what are you going to do?” Talia asked, her voice shaking.
“Nothing.” Malcolm stated. “Except have a word with that judge you spoke to. Rest assured, there will be no more rigging. But besides that, I won't be interfering. You want your crown so badly, then you can have it... but I'll point out what Frost said on that stage. You'll have the crown...” he leaned in, his voice laced with a threatening tone. “And everything that comes with it.”

Even from where she was, Selena's spine shivered at the tone of that threat. Despite defeating him in the long run, there was no denying that Malcolm Scythe was a dangerous man. She heard the sounds of retreating shoes as Malcolm made his exit. With him gone, Selena took a deep breath as she leaned against the stone wall, her hand pressed against the bare skin of her clavicle and over her heart. For a moment, she hoped that any revenge or action done by Malcolm to Talia would happen after the lawyer got Deanna out of prison. Part of her may have worried for Talia a little, but the brunette had made her bed and dug her grave and she needed to lie in it.

With a deep breath to calm herself further Selena turned her head up to see Talia standing at the top of the staircase, glaring daggers at her. For a moment, the two said nothing – nothing needed to be said. They both knew that Selena had heard everything. They both knew what this even truly was, regardless of Talia's delusions. Reality had just paid them a visit and it was Selena's view of reality that had won out.

Because it was a reality she saw every day. Hell, where she was headed in one day's time, there was a woman that believed if she won the world title by having a basic four or five on one, it was 'fair' and made her 'the rightful/legitimate champion'. People like her, like Talia, discredited the intelligence of the world, even if that world was small like Nome.

“Heavy is the head that wears the crown.” Selena finally settled on saying to Talia, staring up at her, arms crossed over her chest. “I told you this would not work out the way you wanted it to.”

“Oh, don't be so sure about that.” Talia replied with a deep breath. “Because I'm altering our deal.” she stated darkly, eyes cutting through Selena. “If you want my help – if you want Deanna out of prison – then you have to beat me.”

For the second time today, Selena's mind stopped, her heart froze and the world came crashing down.

“You heard me.” Talia stated with a cruel smirk on her lips. “You want your wife out of prison, then you need to, once again, become the Snow Queen.”

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[SnowQueenSCW]

The Royal Letter

The camera fades in to reveal Selena Frost sitting on a plush, dark green chair. The walls behind her are white and there is a faint sound of an airplane every so often, but nothing to distracting. Her hair is in its iconic braid and she is wearing a dark purple loose cotton top. She has only a light amount of makeup on – eye-liner and some lip gloss and blush, typical for the Snow Queen. With a deep breath, she steadies herself before her voice is heard.

There's usually an order to these kinds of things. She shuffles a little in her seat, as if to make herself more comfortable. An unwritten code of sorts- you can call it 'customs/customary' or even something as common as 'common courtesy'.

Biting her thumbnail between her teeth for a moment, Selena then adjusts her thick, platinum-blonde braid, swishing it over her shoulder with her free hand so it rests over the left side of her chest. And you guys, westling fans and True Believers, you know what I'm talking about. I say things like 'the champion usually enters last for a match in terms of entrance order' and you guys will know what I mean. I'd say 'wipe your feet on the apron before entering the ring during your entrance' and again, you guys will get it. You're smart. You notice these things, and you know when you're being lied and fed BS.

Rolling her shoulders, Selena takes a quick huff of an exhale before focusing on the camera.

The reason I bring this up is because, customarily, in a multi-person match such as this, I should be talking about the other challenging team – Tommy Valentine and Kandis, the Butt-Connection – and then give the champions, that being Infamous, my attention. 

That is what the 'unwritten code of wrestling' would outline... The sound of Selena's fingers rapping against the armrest of her chair is heard, a clear sign of her growing frustration. But the thing is, that would also mean that I respect the tag-team champions enough to follow that code and that I agree that they would be owed that kind of respect.

And nothing is further from the truth.

Tightening her jaw a bit, Selena shifts in her chair, her hands locking together and resting on her lap as she swings a leg over the other. I'll make that clear right here and right now, Christy and Ravyn. I'm forgoing protocol and 'unwritten customs' and speaking to you first because I do not respect either of you. Infamous, the supposed 'most dominant stable' in SCW right now. More twisted than “The Wonderland”, more resilient than “The Beauty Network”... least that's what the two of you say... you know what else you've said? Selena leans forward a little. Nothing.

She scoffs.

Before even the Trios Tournament, ladies, two teams have been tied to you. Butt-Connection and Frozen Hell. The world knew it. You knew it. One of these two teams would become the next challengers to the tag-team titles you hold. One of these two teams would be the next to stand in the ring with you and try and take those tag-team titles from you. On one hand, you had the young and dangerous Kandis and the man with more tag-team experience than practically anyone, Tommy Valentine. On the other, two of the most dangerous (and accomplished) women in SCW – women that brought men like Giovanni Aries, Ace Marshall, and Xander Valentine to their knees! Myself and my sister-in-arms, Regan Street. A quiet moment of silence settles as Selena lets her words sink in. 

Almost two weeks ago, after a hellish fight, it was decided that both teams would contend for the tag-team championship belts in a triple-threat match at Retribution. The world was abuzz! A match not only to settle things between Team Butt and Frozen Hell, but also to see who belonged at the top of the mountain as the tag-team champions. Would it be the always scheming and always relevant Infamous? Would it be the guardians of the tag-team division, Butt Connection? Or would it be the team that had taken the tag-team division by storm, Frozen Hell?

Selena shrugs her shoulders. Sounds like a great match, doesn't it? I know Kandis and Tommy think so, too. After all, we both said out piece last Breakdown. There's no denying that both of us, the Connection and Frozen Hell, are chomping at the bit and ready to just risk everything to get those belts.

So where was Infamous? Another shrug. Hmmm? Where were you, ladies? Where were the tag-team champions to hype the match? To promote the division they were champions of? Selena laughs bitterly. Right. They were off stealing the Television title and running around with it. To what end? No reason. Just to hand it back when Sasha, like a mother speaking to some petulant children, told them to.

Biting her lower lip in frustration, Selena uncrosses her legs to better lean forward, taking her head in her hands for a moment to run fingers through platinum-blonde hair. Her head suddenly snaps up to glare at the camera.

You know something? When I first heard Tommy and Kandis' crap about 'guarding the tag-team division' and how 'certain tag-teams didn't deserve opportunities or the tag-team titles', I thought it was bitterness and it was pathetic and who the hell did they think they were to make those calls?! Part of me still believes that. This isn't a bar with a bouncer and a rope at the door. Tag-teams shouldn't be screened to come into this division. We should be welcoming everyone, accepting challenge after challenge after challenge! That's what the SCW World Tag-Team titles should mean! 

But, I have to admit, a small part of me is seeing a degree of sense in their words. Because while Kandis and Tommy and Regan and I have done all within our power to get here and have done all we could to show our passion for this division – for this match – you two, Infamous, have done jack!

A huff comes from the Snow Queen. No, sorry – you said some words weeks and weeks ago about 'possibly facing us' before running off to just be school-yard bullies in the 'playground' of SCW. At first, I was confused, but now? I'm just pissed off. Because not only is that a slap in the face to the tag-team titles, it's a slap in the face of Tommy, Kandis, me and, most of all, Regan!

Breathing through her nose deeply, Selena narrows her eyes a little at the audience. See, unlike the two of you, Regan didn't make any 'backstage dealings' to get the tag-team titles. She didn't coax champions to lie down so she could win the tag-titles and then throw those titles under the bus by lying down for the former champs in a damn game of 'hot potato'! She waited eight long years to be here and we turned SCW on its head by forming a team that was – two or so years ago – was deemed 'literally impossible'! We have faced ridicule and doubt and critics and believers but we are here, at Retribution, finally seeing the fruits of those labours!

And you just slapped all of that in the damn face!

Now, I could say the same kind of thing for Kandis and Tommy and how you slapped them in the face, but I get the feeling they are going to have that covered at some point within the next few days. With Kandis' mouth as big as her derriere, that will not surprise me. Because, just like Regan and I, you slapped all their hard work to be here in the face. Now, I can – and I definitely will later – say alot of things about Kandis and Tommy. I do not like them, not even remotely. Don't like their attitude, their actions, their arrogance, their entitlement – I do not like them. But, unlike my feelings for the two of you, on some level I do respect them. Because at least they worked their butts off to be here. At least they believe in the tag-division enough to give it the time of day. So, I will say a lot about them soon enough, but one thing I will not say is that they don't deserve to be here with Regan and I, because they do. And I mean that as sure as I mean anything else I am going to say now and in a couple of days.

Selena takes a quiet breath before continuing. So, the fact that you've slapped both of us in the face with your dismissal of us, Christy and Ravyn. The fact that you've neglected the titles you actually hold for one that you don't, it makes me wonder two things. One is 'what's your plan', which I'll get to in a moment, but the other, and most importantly, is 'how damn arrogant can you be?'.

A short laugh comes from the Snow Queen. What? Do you guys believe that you're going to just waltz on into Retribution and, without breaking a sweat, retain the tag-team titles against one team you've beaten before in a ladder match and another that's green? That it? That the two of you are so 'damn good' that you would just, how did you word it, Christy? 'Drop the Snow Queen again', is that it? Like it was the easiest thing in the world?

Selena raises her eyebrows in curiosity. Tell me something, Christy. When was the last time you actually 'dropped me'? Hmmm? Was it a few weeks ago when you and I wrestled? Was it when you challenged me for the US title and had Alexander Crowe as your special guest referee last year? Because, if it's so easy to 'drop me', Christy, why do I recall you losing match after match to me?

Hmmm? Tell me, Christy, I am dying to know. I'm not going to say you've never 'dropped' because we both know you have. I'd be lying if I didn't remember you being the woman that ended not one, but two of my reigns as Adrenaline Champion. But that was 2016. Almost four years ago. What happened, Christy? Because I faced you just a few weeks ago and knocked you out with a kick. Same thing last year. 

If it's so easy, Christy, what happened?

I'll tell you what happened, Matthews. While you were lying to your daughter and promising her the moon, I was getting better. While you were taking shortcuts and lying to her about your 'greatness', I used 2016, not as a 'be all and end all' for my career, but as a launching pad to become a better wrestler. While you were making 'deals' and 'shortcuts' to achieve your 'greatness', I was becoming one of the most dangerous women in the ring. Until now, here we stand, four years later since your 'win' against me and you don't have a single win against me since then to your name.

Selena shakes her head. But it's going to be 'oh so easy', right? For you to beat me? Beat Regan? Beat Kandis and Tommy? So easy, right? You think so too, Ravyn? After all, “I'm afraid of the big, black bird”, right? I've, how did you put it before Trios? I've 'avoided you for years'?

A short laugh comes from the Snow Queen. Avoided? Funny you should think that, Ravyn – because I haven't seen you breaking down the doors begging for my head. Haven't seen you running to Sasha with demands of “GIVE ME SELENA!”. But you know what I have seen, Ravyn? 

I saw your little stable fail to reclaim the SCW world title at End of the Year when Syren was pinned by someone. Who was that?
I saw Infamous fail to claim SCW and the power it held at Tactical Warfare when you were beaten and your team was pinned by Sasha's team – who was on that team again, Ravyn?

Come on, you're one of the most diabolical and smartest women in SCW, Ravyn. I know you know the answer. It's been me. Me there, beating you, Ravyn. From 2016 where I 'started to avoid you', through 2017, 2018 – hey, remember when I beat both you and Christy and Giovanni for good measure on a May episode of Breakdown that year – all the way to present-day. 

You argue that I've 'avoided you', Ravyn, but it seems to me that every time since you threw our 2016 singles match out the window because you couldn't beat me... every time that you've faced me since, you've had the opportunity to 'settle things' and 'beat me', or as Christy would say 'drop me'. 

Yet, here we are, four years later and you're still talking about it. Talking about how it's not happened yet, despite you having opportunity after opportunity in the last few years. 

In fact... Reaching down to the floor, Selena suddenly pulls out a rather familiar looking list. She observes it for a second before showing it to the camera, and to Infamous. 

Haven't looked at this in awhile – or even updated it in years, but it's my old 'True-Believers' list. Remember that? A list of all the people I defeated, and number of times I defeated them. You want to know what the amazing thing is, Ravyn? Out of all the superstars I had beaten at that point – the main-eventers, the up-and-comers, the Hall-of-Famers, you want to know who was at the top of the list for 'most times beaten by Selena Frost'?

Turning the page, Selena points to the name at the top where Ravyn Taylor's name is written, with a staggering “x5” written across it. The smartest woman in SCW... the woman with a plan for every plan and an extra plan on the side just in case... and yet when did a single plan of yours to 'beat me' actually succeed? When did you beat me, Ravyn? Selena tilts her head before shaking it.

The pair of you – I've beaten you two by myself more times than you have beaten me. I've helped destroy some of your best laid plans – just ask Syren if you don't believe me! Pretty sure I'm the reason she's not World Champion now and won't be for a very long time. And I'm not saying all of this to say the conclusion at Retribution is set in stone – unlike you two, I'm NOT just going to breeze through this thinking Frozen Hell has got this in the bag.

I'm telling you this because you two need to open your damn eyes! 

With a sudden flash of movement, Selena claps her hands in front of the camera once, but loudly. WAKE UP!

Because if that list is any indication of our history, Infamous, then I'm your goddamn kryptonite in terms of sheer numbers! I'm your Waterloo, Ravyn! I'm the thorn in your side, Christy! And you would rather scoff at me and say nothing – not care about facing me for the titles you hold!

A sad laugh escapes Selena's lips. It would be funny it wasn't the most frustrating and pathetic thing of this match right now! Because that alone should be your wake up call, ladies, but Ravyn, who do I have with me? Who is it that this is all for? Who is the one that made Frozen Hell possible? You want me to take you back to history class? I'll do that:

It's the woman that ENDED your reign as the World Champion!
It's the woman that ENDED your reign as the Adrenaline champion and then surpassed it!
And again, it's the woman that was part of the team that kept you from owning SCW!

Licking her lips a little, Selena shakes her head again. But you two would rather scoff and dismiss us. Like none of that matters. Like we don't know what it takes to beat both of you. Like we don't know your moves, your styles, your desperations. Like we don't know the kind of 'plans' you have in place for this weekend. 

And that's the beauty of it, Ravyn. Christy will hide behind you and whatever 'plan' you have. And with it being Triple-Threat, that could mean anything. You could break every rule and not get disqualified. 

Thing is, we know that. And we're ready for it. Not only that, but if you've paid any attention – and I have no reason to believe you have – to us, ladies, you would know just how quickly Regan and I adapt to the rules being thrown out the window. Just ask Xander Valentine. That bastard has more scars from Regan and I than he does brain cells. But you don't see it...

A sad sigh comes from Selena before she shakes her head. This match is going to come down to one thing and one thing only. It won't be some 'grand, Infamous plan' where Alexander Crowe and CHBK pop up to run amok. It won't be some 'destiny' or 'rightful winners' nonsense – what it will come down to is one word: passion.

Who wants it more. Who gives a damn to go the distance...

So if you two can't get your heads out of your asses and look our way – if you two aren't going to be the dangerous Infamous that I've seen the past – if you two are just going to continue to dismiss Regan, me, Tommy and Kandis, than do yourselves a favor and stay home and let us handle it. Because if you're going to bring the lacklustre, piss-poor crap you've brought the last few weeks, then there will be no doubt in the minds of the SCW Universe.

Crossing her arms, Selena narrows her eyes at the camera.

We will have new World Tag-team champions... because taking those belts off you two will be a damn cakewalk. Believe it, ladies. Because when it's all said and done, it will be the two of you – it will be Infamous – that won't matter.

The camera fades to black.

[Thomas Valentine]

Ooc: edited for bad coding. My bad, will fix it and post again after some much needed sleep

[SnowQueenSCW]

OOC: The following immediately follows the first (CD) and the promo takes place on the day of Retribution. Best of luck to everyone.

 
The Dark Side of the Sun

“The Snow Queen Pageant – She Who Wears the Crown”

March 14th, 2020
Nome, Alaska
4:08pm

Dammit! Dammit! Dammit!

Selena's mind repeated – her mental exasperation mirroring her emotional one as she slammed a fist into the wall, striking the smooth, cold brick like a hammer. How could I be so stupid?! she angrily added, further cursing herself and the bitter woman that had just screwed her over.

”You want your wife out of prison? Then you need to, once again, become the Snow Queen.”

It the damned decree Talia had made ten minutes ago, effectively changing the terms of their deal. Angrily, Selena turned back to the task she had been trying to do... pack her bag. She had manged to get her street clothes into the black dufflebag. She had no desire to waste time changing. She would just get to her plane and head for Tennessee, where she could commit her time to something that was not a wild goose chase, which is what she should have realized this was all along! Running her hand through her hair and along her braid for a moment, the Snow Queen was rather deliberate with her movements. Still, her 3P move set (packing, pacing and punching the wall) slowed as a voice suddenly came to her ears.

“Sorry. Excuse me. Manager.” 

For a moment, the platinum-blonde ignored the voices that were outside the dressing room, as she had most of the morning and mid-afternoon of the event. But when the voice called her name out – rather loudly – ignoring it proved to be a fruitless endeavour.

“Selena?”

Before she could make her way to the door, her path was blocked by the thin man standing there. He wore a simple black blazer with a purple vest and matching undershirt. His goatee was trimmed cleanly and he made no effort to hide the different colors of white, gray and black that belied his age – simply because he wasn't ashamed of it.

“In here, Jean.” Selena sighed, trying to calm her racing heart from her previous emotional state of anger and agitation. Quickly, the detective, older than Selena, leaning back slightly towards the way he had come and gesture with his free hand, the other holding his walking stick firmly to the ground, as if he was semi-leaning on it. A few seconds passed before someone else walked into the room with him and it only took Selena a second (enough time for Jean to usher his companion in and shut the door to the changeroom behind them) for the platinum-blonde to recognize her. With her brunette hair curled into little ringlets of sorts, her bright smile and the yellow sundress she wore... not to mention the the large protrusion coming from within the dress, in a way.

Despite her current array of negative feelings rampaging through her, the smile Selena offered both Jean and Zelda “Zoe” was genuine. She was happy to see them in person – which had become more and more impossible, not only with her time needed to be spent in Germany, but also with air transportation (the only way to get to Nome) becoming harder and harder with the airports and business shutting down in wake of the coronavirus scare. In fact, the only way Selena could travel by air is if she was guaranteed a return trip back to, at least, land that wasn't shut out from the world like Nome was. And while her private jet allowed her a bit more 'protection' from being trapped inside the states, allowing her to travel to Germany and Nome, for now, the rumor that the boarders were soon to be locked and closed certainly didn't alleviate her concerns. Fortunately, from her employment standpoint, SCW was keeping its shows within North America for the time being, allowing her to travel to shows using her luxury bus.

Still... she admitted, her eyes glancing at the slightly swollen belly of her dear friend and distant cousin, Zoe. I've missed so much. She had just arrived at Nome earlier this week for the rehearsal and pageant when Jean and Zoe had sought her out for dinner and the young Frost had noticed and finally been told. 

“What the hell happened? Wasn't the plan to lose?” the accented, quiet voice of Jean broke Selena's musings, causing the frustration she had been feeling since she had been named a 'finalist' in this pageant to return full-force. With an aggravated huff, she threw her arms in the air.

“It was!” she answered, biting her lower lip hard. “But Talia's changed the conditionals.” she hissed. “Now, if we're going to get her help, I have to beat her and win the pageant altogether!”

“What?!” Zoe asked in shock. “How can she do that?”
“She's a Scythe.” Jean reminded his fiancee and, to a lesser extent, Selena. “And she's obsessed with Selena. Quite frankly, we should have anticipated this.”

“How?” Selena asked in disbelief. “I don't give a damn about any of them, but Malcolm always had a thing about keeping his word! And Talia had promised to do the same.”
“Well, clearly, she hasn't.” Jean countered. “Or we wouldn't find ourselves in this mess, would we?”

There was a brief moment of silence as Selena paced the room, her snowflake 'Winter-Sky' dress swishing and twirling behind her with every movement. “But what caused this?” Zelda asked, a look of confusion on her face.

“Malcolm.” Selena answered. “Turns out Talia was going solo with this little plan of revenge. She tricked Malcolm and... I guess he saw through the first events. He knew I was deliberately trying to lose and when I didn't, he figured Talia had rigged it.”
“Did she?” Zoe asked, causing the younger woman to gaze at her with a cocked eyebrow.”

“Zoe.” Selena stated matter-of-factly. “I basically cursed every person in the audience for shunning my father and me. I put one of the judges on the spot and insulted him. Not a single moment of my interview was the happy and fun as the others – they should have thrown me out of the theatre on my rear!”

“And yes, she is a finalist.” Jean finished with the same tone as Selena had. “Of course Malcolm would see right through it.”

“Well, he came backstage and laid into Talia.” Selena explained. “Insulted her – it was brutal. I mean, I always felt that, deep down, her winning this would mean nothing to me, but it was for Deanna. But, I mean... the way he spoke to her? Exposed her 'rigging' one of the judges and removing that, and then just telling her what an embarrassment she was to their family... He shattered her from the sounds of it. Or at least enough that she then threw this change at me.”

“But I still don't understand why.” Zelda shook her head, a hand unconsciously lowering to rest against her swollen belly.

“Further delusion.” Jean explained as he took his turn pacing the room. “Doubling down – maybe even tripling down on your bet... Odds are Selena cannot possibly win now. Even if the judging is no longer rigged as Selena suggests, no judge in his or her right mind would pick Selena after the answers she gave. But if Talia thinks she's making Selena try her best, even if she can't win, then when Talia wins the crown, it will legitimize it in Talia's eyes – perhaps she thinks in Malcolm's too.”

There was something unspoken in his words, a third part that went unsaid, but was so damn clear in the trio's mind. Talia could have it all. Selena thought. Because she can beat me, take the crown and then just leave in the dust with no help whatsoever.

Without a word, Selena walked back over to the countertop at one end of the room where her dufflebag lay, slinging it over her shoulder. “Let's go.” she sighed.

“What?” Zelda asked in shock. “Just like that?”
“You heard him.” Selena replied. “I can't win. There is no way I can win now. And the reason I agreed to this? That's gone too. So why would I give Talia that satisfaction? Why give her everything she wants when she's pulled this?”

“But then she'll just say she ran you off!” the pregnant woman countered. “That she drove you out of Nome.”
“Maybe. But Malcolm will know better.” Jean countered. “If he's figured out this much, he'll know there's a reason simply would disappear. And Talia's whole thing is to have Selena 'witness' it. Now that she's removed Selena's reason for losing the pageant, we have no use for her.”

“But what if she could really help Deanna?!” 

“Zoe!” Selena stated, spinning around to face her friend. “Do you not think that if I believed I had half a percentage of winning that I'd be considering leaving? If I had any chance at all, I would take it! I would fight with everything I have for my wife! Don't pretend that you get that!” an abrupt silence followed Selena's voice, her next words dropping to a near whisper. “I was stupid for believing that Talia would be honourable after all these years. She's dreamed of this moment and having me at my lowest. And if I can't save Deanna – if I don't have a chance to save her, than I'm not sacrificing my pride on a fool's errand.”

She was about to say more when there was quiet knock on the door. As all three heads turned, they say the doorknob turn slightly before the door was pushed open, a head full of redhair poking through the opening. “Ms. Selena?” came the shy voice of Rebecca Briar, one of the finalists. “Can I come in?”

Throwing her gaze between Jean and Zoe, the platinum-blonde quickly adopted a smile before nodding her head, moving closer to open the door and allow Becky into the room, closing the door behind her. “I'm sorry.” Selena said automatically. “Were we making too much noise?”

Shyly, the young child shook her head before her eyes suddenly fastened on the strap of the dufflebag that hung off Selena's shoulder. “Were...were you leaving?”

Selena's eyes widened in alarm – she had forgotten she was still holding her bag. She opened her mouth to speak, to explain the situation and the unfairness... the 'no-win' situation that she was in, but no sound came out. Her reaction sparked something to emerge from Becky. Slowly, as taking control, the girl's hands began to shake nervously, she shifted her weight from one foot to the other and she seemed to be blinking repeatedly, as if trying to hold any tears back.

“But...” she whispered, her voice barely audible, even within the quiet, mostly empty, dressing room. “But you promised...” her head fell down to stare at her trembling hands. “You promised you'd watch my performance...”

“Becky...” Selena tried but the guilt that gripped her heart and throat cut off any possible explanation she could give. She knew the child wouldn't understand anything about why Selena was here or what she had been forced into or what she had to endure today. Becky was a girl of twelve, just trying to do what her mother told her to- 'Go win the pageant' or something like that, much like Anastasia had told Selena to do nearly twenty years ago.

Taking a deep breath, Selena lowered herself onto a knee, kneeling before the child who kept her eyes on the ground. “Becky...” she tried. “Sometimes... things happen and... and you can't...” she couldn't find the words and struggled the more and more she tried. “When I was... that is... sometimes promises...”

“She was just holding onto it for me.”

The explanation came from neither Selena or Rebecca, but the third woman in the room, who moved to take the bag off Selena's shoulder before handing it to Jean. “Selena's not from here, hunny.” Zoe offered Becky, who slowly looked up at her. “And she brought me this bag all the way from New York, you see. She was keeping a promise to me.”

There was a held moment of silence as Becky studied the brunette's face and brown eyes, slowly turning her face and attention back to Selena. “So...you're staying? You're not leaving?”

“Of course she isn't.” Zelda quickly rushed out. “Not when you clearly want her here.”
To Selena's surprise, the child quickly nodded her head. “I do. Please tell me you're staying.”

The pleading look in those reddened eyes (reddened from tears) tugged at Selena's heard. Despite the child being more than a decade older than her wife, and with different colored eyes, the red hair and pleading face... it was enough to remind Selena of the woman that was waiting for her in Frankfurt. 

A woman that didn't care how small the chance of success was. How small the amount hope existed. Looking up, Selena's eyes, surprisingly caught Zelda's standing behind Becky, the brown-haired woman's lips mouthing the words.

“She believes in you...” 

And, for what it was worth, Selena wasn't sure if the pregnant woman was referring to Becky. With a sigh, Selena turned her gaze back to the child before nodding her head.

“Of course I'm staying.” Selena whispered, though it felt like an emotional surrender than anything else. Still, to see the girl's face light up at that almost made everything worth it. 

“Okay!” Becky exclaimed, tears gone but still clearly nervous. “I just need to get Bunni!”

Okay... wasn't expecting THAT for a response. “Bunni?” Selena asked as the small girl rushed towards the other bags in the room, by the rack of dresses, which by this point were mostly taken off or being worn by the finalists. Selena had thought that she was being eliminated from the first round, so she had no 'finalist' outfit. 

That fact, however, did not sit in her head for long as she watched Becky reach into a large, sky-blue bag and pull out... well, at first Selena could believe what she saw and had to blink her eyes several times to ensure she wasn't seeing things.

Before her – staring back at her – was medium sized (large compared to Becky) rabbit puppet! It had gray 'fur' and long ears and such cute eyes, nose and a pair of buck-teeth at the front. But that wasn't it all! The adorable thing had a half a body – a torso – that 'wore' jean overalls and a white/pink plaid shirt!

“Oh my god...” Zelda squealed in delight as Selena looked in utter amused wonder.
“Who is this?” she asked, reaching out to gently feel one of the puppet's ears.

“I'm Bunni!” the puppet suddenly spoke in a high-pitch but feminine voice. “And I am de-E-lighted to meet you!”

“It talks!” Zoe explained, reaching out to take Jean's arm, who had remained, surprisingly, silent throughout this entire exchange/change of plans. “Jean, the bunny can talk!”
“Yes.” smiled Jean in a amused, though tired (for other reasons), voice. “It's a ventriloquist puppet. I believe that is the young girl's talent.”

Selena's mouth hung open as she looked back at the puppeteer. “You do ventriloquism?” she asked, earning a nod from Becky.
“A little.” she replied shyly.
“A little?!” laughed Bunni, animated as it was. “Oh geez, take it from me, Ms. Selena. I love to talk. You can't make me stay quiet for long!”
“Well, Bunni, do you think Becky is good at this?” Selena asked, playing along.
“Oh yeah! She makes the clouds talk, her dolls talk, school's pet turtle talk!” the rabbit listed off.

“Did you name the turtle 'Franklin'?” Zoe asked, earning a confused tilt of the head from Bunni.
“No. Slowpoke. Why would we name him 'Franklin'?”
“Because of...the...” Zoe tried. “The books... you know? 'Franklin the Turtle'?”

No reply came except a small laugh from Jean Black. “This is is all very entertaining.”

“Thank you.” Becky whispered, tucking the puppet under her arm and excusing herself from the room – perhaps to warm up or rehearse her routine – Selena guessed that was the right word. 

“Well...” Jean spoke slowly. “Never could resist a cute redhead, could you?” he asked Selena directly, though it earned a laugh from Zelda.

“She reminds me of Amiliah...and Deanna.” Selena whispered.
“So, we're doing this?” Jean asked. “You're staying?” 

Deep down, she didn't want to. She didn't want this to be the ending between the Scythes and her. She had been happy with how things had ended years ago, with the Scythes in defeat and her able to live her life with her wife and children – having beaten the powerful family of Nome.

“I know this will haunt me.” Selena whispered to Jean as they stared out the door that Rebecca had left open, watching all the children in their dresses, warming up their voices as names began to be called. “But when I was doing this...years ago... I wish I had someone in the wings watching me, telling me it was going to be alright...”

“Will it be?” Jean asked, turning his head to gaze at Selena. “It might be for that little girl, but you still have to go through with this.”

It was that reminder that caused something to jar in Selena's brain. Eyes widened, she suddenly remembered that – hey – she needed to have a talent, too! She had carelessly picked the most overused song – the one that, if the blue dresses several of the girls wore was any indication – three or four were going to use. It was a good choice for the Snow Queen when she was expecting to not make it this far, or even if she was prepared to lose. But now?

“What are you doing?” Zelda asked as she saw Selena reach into her dufflebag, which was still on the floor, and dig through several items before pulling out her folder, which contained her sheet music. The first song at the front as she opened it... THAT song? Selena flipped through it as she rifled through the other few songs that was in the binder, until her eyes settled on one.

“Perfect.” Selena exclaimed, opening the binder rings and replacing the front song with this new choice. “Hope they don't mind a little change.” She prayed but stopped when she saw, across the way, the redheaded Becky waving at her with one of Bunni's arm.

Quickly, tucking the binder under her arm, the platinum-blonde pushed herself to her feet and made her way to Becky's side, helping the child up the flight of stairs, Selena feeling the little girl beside her shaking more and more.

“And our next contestant, with something very special-” came the familiar voice of Robert Gillies, the host of the Snow Queen pageant. “Rebecca Briar with 'a friend'!”

At first, Becky did not take a step, though her quivering legs seemed to shake more. But, a second later, the girl had taken a step onto the stage, followed by another and another, until she stood several yards away from where Selena stood in the wings. Tilting her head, the platinum-blonde smiled at the young girl as Robert greeted her. There was a sound of applause from the audience as Bob introduced her again.

“So, Ms. Briar. Will you be introducing us to your friend here?”

“Y-yes.” Becky answered, Gillies holding the microphone close to her mouth to allow her to use it as she spoke. “Everyone, this is Bunni. Say 'hi', Bunni.”
“Hi, Bunni!” came the puppet's response, one arm 'waving' as Becky moved the puppet.
“No no.” Becky shook her head. “You're name is Bunni.”
“And so is everyone else's!” Bunni replied. “That way you told me to say 'hi' to them.”

“Make it curse!” came a random voice from the crowd, causing the redhead to snap her attention towards the audience, her mouth hanging open as she tried to get back to her routine.

“I...Bunni...did-” her voice kept changing between her real voice and her 'character voice', except her lips were moving for both. And by the time Selena had realized what was going on, the poor child had run off the stage and into her, the Snow Queen barely having enough time to catch her in her arms.

“Becky- ssh – it's okay.” Selena tried to console, but the child could only cry quietly. Settling for quiet, the wrestler gently held the child as her eyes caught sight of the woman standing further into the wings and smiling with delight.

“Oh, those jitters are killers.” Talia whisper-laughed as she sauntered on stage, a soft clicking sound in every step. Selena said nothing to the irritating adult, though she was mentally cursing Talia as she passed. For a moment, and only a moment, the platinum-blonde questioned whether or not Talia had planted that heckler in the audience in order to throw off what was clearly a unique talent compared to the endless performances of “Let it Go”.

“I messed up.” came the quiet cry from the small girl in her arms. “Mom is going to be mad.”
“Hey.” Selena whispered, gently squeezing the four – and a half – feet tall girl. “You made it all the way here, didn't you? All the way to the finals. Your mother should be proud of you!”

Vigorously, Becky shook her head. “She wanted so badly for me to win – and she said I'd be grounded if I messed up.”

Again, that spike of familiarity laced through Selena's very frame, filling her with a plethora of emotions. Quickly, she pressed them and her memories back as she heard music begin to play, a tune she recognized. Turning her head, Selena saw Talia eyeing her from where she stood on stage before the lawyer began to sing.

“Times have changed. And we've often rewound the clock...”

Selena's eyes widened as Talia's song continued and eventually broke out into a full-fledged tap number. With a dawn realization, Selena almost laughed out loud at it. It was the 'Anything Goes' routine from their past – the one Selena and Talia had made in 2002 for Talia and Selena had taken to become the Snow Queen. Had that been Talia's plan? To win the competition using the combination she hadn't been able? The one Selena had used?

For a moment, the platinum-blonde, for the first time, felt a swell of genuine pity for Talia. Seeing her performance, while good, displayed to the young Frost just how much that date in time, that moment in history, had haunted Talia – how obsessed it had made her. Had she dreamed of this moment? Acted out so much against Selena in their school years, made her teenage life in Nome a living hell with the others like Gavin, destroyed Selena's engagement and endangered her children to feel this? This revenge?

Again, a sense of pity filled her. Because now, she was hoping for a miracle of winning the tourament for two reasons. One, which hadn't changed, was for Deanna – thanks to Talia's actions, but the other, the new one, was because she actually feared for Talia in that moment. She's spent most of her life obsessed with revenge – what...who will she be when it's finally gone? She'll have nothing left.

With a shaking sigh, Selena expelled the emotions watching Talia created within her, just in time as well, for Talia sauntered from the stage and the audience applause, her feet giving a tap-tap sound. She cast a satisfied look at Selena, but her smirk disappeared when the white-haired woman only shook her head sadly.

“Please welcome back to the stage, Selena Frost!” Bob's voice rang through the theatre, but Selena did not move, instead casting her eyes down at the little girl that had been unable to let her go.

“Hey, Becky?” she asked, gaining the attention of the redhead, distraught pre-teen. “Wanna try something crazy?”
Becky's eyes widened. “Crazy?”
“Yep.” Selena bit her lower lip, grinning mischievously as she took Becky's free hand and slowly led her back on the stage. The stagelights irritated her eyes for a brief but she was used to such bright lights from work. She felt Becky's fear and hesitation, but the child did not fall out of step with Selena.

Reaching Robert, Selena smiled at him as he regarded both the adult and child. “And...apparently, welcome back Ms. Rebecca Briar!”

Leaning forward, Selena waited for Robert to move the microphone closer to her. “Sorry, Bob. I know this is very unorthodox, but, I have to admit something.” she paused, trying to build the audience up. “I really wanted to meet Becky's friend, Bunni!”

“Oh...” Bob's eyes widened in realization. “Oh! Well, what do you say, Becky? Did you want to try again?”

Eyes wide as saucers, Becky's eyes pleaded with Selena to let her run away again, but Selena merely smiled warmly at her, gently and only with a nod of permission from the host, taking the microphone from him and moving to kneel down beside Becky (on the side where Bunni was held).

“So, Rebecca – you were introducing us to-” she gestured to the puppet. “Bunni?”

There was a moment of silence and Selena could see the panic on the redhead's face. “Hmmm...” Selena hummed. “You know what-”

“Make the bunny curse!”

It was the same heckler again, clearly wanting another reaction from the first time – and when Selena heard it – she gave him one, turning her head and narrowing her eyes a little. “Oh Bunni, don't be doing that.” she turned back to the puppet. “I'm a mother, you see, and if you use foul language in front of all these nice people, then I'll have no choice but to do what I do with my children and wash your mouth out with soap.”

A small smile crossed the lips of the puppeteer, further prompting the Snow Queen to help her. “Oh yes...” Selena said, holding up her hand, as if she were holding a bar of soap. “I'd have to cup the bar of soap like this and just...” she raised her hand closer to the puppet's mouth until it was inside the felt cloth. “And just scrub, scrub, scrub.”

And she did! Before the mass of audience and the the amusement of the host standing nearby, Selena 'scrubbed' the mouth of the rabbit puppet until a sound filled her ears.

“MMMMM- Alright! Alright! I'll talk!” It was the voice of Bunni but Becky's lips did not move! “Patoey! Patoey!” the puppet spit out the 'soap'. “Blah! Blarg! Ewww! That was so mean!” Bunni chastised the Snow Queen before opening her mouth wide. “Hey! I can talk! I can talk again! Thank you, Ms. Selena! I had a BIG piece of felt in my mouth and was having some issues with my throat!”

“Sore throat?” Selena asked.
“No. Hand crap.” Bunni shot back before throwing her 'head' towards Becky. “Big hand cramp.”

The audience laughed, as did Selena as she watched Becky's confidence slowly grow.

“So what is this?” the puppet exclaimed. “Big theatre – what are all these people doing here?”
“They're here to crown a new Snow Queen, Bunni.” Becky explained. “Whoever they chose will be Snow Queen of the whole town.”

Bunni's mouth hung open. “You mean... if I win...I get to be Snow Queen?”
“No, silly!” Becky laughed. “You can't be a queen. That's for people and you're an animal.”
“Animals can be queens.”

Biting her lower lip, Becky's look surprised Selena. Was it...daring? Playful? Her question was answered when the child looked up at Selena. “Can animals be queens, Ms. Selena?” catching Selena offguard for a moment – thank Odin she had experience with promos in SCW!

“Uh, well that depends on what you mean by 'animals'. I live in New York now so... when you say 'Animal Queens'... that takes on a whole different meaning.”

A few knowing laughs came from the audience, allowing Becky to press on. “Bunni, name one animal that can be a queen.”

Turning its head, Bunni actually had an answer for that. “Bees.” causing Becky's mouth to hang open in surprise.
“She's got you there, Becky.” Selena replied.
“Who's side on your on?” Rebecca teased back.
“The Queen's side, of course!” Bunni proclaimed. “And when I become Queen of the Snow, I shall be instituting a 'carrots for all' law. Everyone gets carrots and they shall be planted year round! We shall have fields of snow and carrots!”

“I don't think that's how farming works, Bunni.” Rebecca stated, causing Bunni to look at Selena for support, but the Snow Queen merely shrugged her shoulders, causing the rabbit to twist a little and mutter.

“Politics.”

“You know, Bunni.” the redhead continued, casting a glance at Selena before continuing. “Ms. Selena here is a Snow Queen. She wore the crown last.”

Bunni's head snapped towards Becky. “Really?” Becky nodded, causing Bunni to turn her 'attention' back to Selena. “Than I've got a better idea!”
“What's that?” Selena asked was laughing when the puppet sprawled itself across Selena's front, eyes up and looking at her.

“Adopt me, mommy.”

The audience gave a loud laugh, allowing Becky to thank them, give Selena a quick hug and then rush offstage. Watching her go, a content-hearted Selena pushed herself to her feet, picking up her binder that she placed on the ground near her before handing the microphone back to Robert.

“Well, now, your turn, Selena.” he smiled. “Please tell me you're not going to make me say something like Ms. Rebecca did.”
“No, Bob. I'm a woman. If I wanted to make you my puppet, I know where to put my hand and grab.” Selena smiled sweetly.

Playing along, the host made a wincing sound and expression, holding the a free hand over his groin as the audience laughed. “Note to self.” he said. “Never date a ventriloquist.”

It wasn't long before Selena began singing her song for the audience, having chosen “Small World” by Idina Menzel. She didn't remember much in those few minutes as the piano had played the chords. She had just kept the thought of her Deanna in her mind – her beloved waiting for, and the long week that would come when this whole weekend was over...

“From here I'm weightless, no stars are famous. And the world is small.” she sang, finishing her song with a last, “and the world is small...” earning a nice bit of applause from the audience. 

The next thing she knew, she was standing there with the other girls on stage, just like they had an hour or two ago to determine the finalists, but this would be who would be the new Snow Queen.

For a moment, as Robert thanked everyone on and off stage, Selena could not ignore the pang of loss she felt. She was about to lose the nickname she had carried through this town most of her life. Someone else would be the Snow Queen now... it was strangely far more sad and something she would miss more than she would have thought – though she was quite sure the Selena Frost of twenty or even ten years ago would have kicked her ass over that.

You'll always be the Snow Queen... she heard Deanna's voice in her head, though she wasn't sure if her wife really would say that. Still, she accepted it as she stood on the stage, holding Becky's hand as the child refused to leave her side.

The names began to be called in order of elimination. Despite the turnout, Rebecca had not been the only finalist to either panic, make a mistake or run off the stage, Selena was surprised to find out. Because those names were called first. The next were the acts that had – well they were children trying to do adult skills, if that made any sense. Not all acts would be perfect.

Regardless, Rob's voice brought Selena to the present completely, her focus on the – five? - wow, five contestants left. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Talia beaming eagerly, awaiting the moment she had waited for all her life. All she had to do was blackmail, bribe a judge, and beat a bunch of children... Selena thought, which made her crime years ago seem rather innocent and mild in comparison.

“Ladies and gentlemen,” declared Gillies. “One of these five women will be our 2020 Snow Queen!”

Carefully, he opened an envelope and checked the names for a moment before nodding his big chin. “In fifth place... Devon Isler!”

The dark-skinned girl closer to Talia nodded sadly before waving to the audience and exiting. “Fourth place... Allie Vaskways!” the same was true for the blonde girl as her name was called.

The audience grew quiet at the scene now. Selena and Rebecca held each other's hands where, several steps away, Talia stood proud and confident.

“Ms. Talia, Ms. Rebecca, and Ms. Selena. One of you three will be our Snow Queen.” the host double-checked the list he had in his hand. “Our third place winner of this pageant is...”

Selena heard Rebecca's voice hitch and she automatically squeezed the girl's hand encouragingly. The single second that passed felt like another long hour before the name was called.

“SELENA FROST!”

Immediately, she felt her shoulders relax, releasing tension she did not know she had been holding. She felt her eyes mist a little, but she did not have time to lament. Instead, she leaned down to embrace Rebecca. “Stand proud, Becky.” she whispered. “You've made it so far!” she added proudly before gently letting the little girl go and waving to the audience as she left the stage. Unlike the other girls though, she stayed in the wings, breathing slowly and deeply.

I...I'm not the Snow Queen anymore. I'm sorry, Deanna... I tried... she said more to herself than anything, but it was all she could allow herself to say as Robert continued. The scene before them was almost hilarious. The under four-and-a-half-foot tall Becky standing with a hopeful smile next to the five-foot-six Talia, who continued to pose like a model.

“And now, the moment you've been waiting for!” Robert announced and Selena – the former Snow Queen of Nome – found herself holding her breath.

“Our 2020 Snow Queen is...” the drumroll was heard, the audience waited with baited breath, only to explode in applause as the name was called:

“MS. REBECCA BRIAR!”

Selena laughed – or huffed laugh (oh, it was an ugly sounding laugh, but it was genuine) – as Talia's eyes slowly widened in realization. The two women's, Becky and Talia, faces went through a serious of emotions, from shock to disbelief to joy and finally to tears – at least for Becky. There was no disguising the anger and rage on Talia's face! 

Unable to stop herself, Selena clapped her hands happily and “whooed” for the redhead as Robert placed a sash and tiara on the twelve-year-old's head. “Way to go, Becky!”

Still in disbelief, the child allowed tears to fall as she waved to the audience, confetti falling from the ceiling. As for the former Snow Queen, she couldn't stop smiling and applauding, her hands actually starting to hurt over how hard she was clapping. Still, she was not so distracted to ignore the tapping on her bare shoulder, causing her to turn around to see-

“Selena.” Malcolm greeted her with a respectful nod of her head.
“Malcolm.” Selena's smile vanished, but she did not fight him off when he placed a hand on her shoulder to guide her to the backstage area.
“Forgive me, but there is someone that would like to speak to you, besides me, of course.”

To Selena's surprise, the person Malcolm was referring to was not Talia – who had stomped off the stage, probably to yell and scream at the judges, but the woman Selena recognized as Becky's mother (she remembered the woman yelling at Becky during the rehearsal days earlier this week).

“Selena, Sonya Briar-”
“Rebecca's mom.” Selena stated, offering her hand. “You have an incredible daughter. I hope you know that.”
“I...” Sonya wore a black pantsuit and her hair was blonde, flowing in waves down her back. “I do. But... I wanted to say thank you.”

“Thank you?” Selena asked in surprise. “For what?”
“Becky told me how you helped her – and I saw what you did for her, giving her your time to go back up there and do her talent with Bunni.”

Slowly, Selena nodded her head. “I hope you know that the reason she ran in the first place was because she was so scared of disappointing you.”

Sonya's initial reaction was an expression of anger over such an insult/accusation but she held her tongue, as if recalling something. “When you told us about your time as Snow Queen...and what you went through... It was an eye-opener.” Sonya admitted. “And then when I saw how scared Becky was...”

There were no words the mother could say and Selena knew it. Instead, she spoke for Mrs. Briar. “May I give you one last bit of advice – from one mother to another? And someone that's walked this path for decades?”

Slowly, Sonya nodded.

“Never allow her to forget who she truly is. A kid. Encourage her to do whatever she wants to do – don't let this define her. It's a moment. She will have so many better ones than this... trust me.”

The older woman took a moment to register these suggestions before giving a nod and thanking Selena again. She then turned and headed to the stage to celebrate with her daughter, leaving the platinum-blonde alone with the mayor.

“I'm sorry for you having to go through this.” 

The sincerity nearly bowled Selena over, but Malcolm continued. “Talia acted on her own – and against my orders.”
“Your orders?”
Malcolm nodded. “I ordered our family, save for Gavin cause he's a friend of yours now – that no one is to bother or provoke you again.”
“Is that because of what I have on you?” Selena challenged.
“No.” the mayor answered honestly. “Call it a 'professional courtesy' for the mother of my grandchildren.”

Despite the thought making her spine shudder, Selena nodded her head. “I imagine you know about Deanna?”

A nod from Malcolm answered her question. “When Talia wanted to pass the bar in Germany, it made no sense to me, but I let it slide because it kept her out of my hair. Then, when I got wind of you entering this pageant, I dug a little deeper.”

“She promised to help get Deanna out of prison if I lost. Now, I...” Selena paused. She wasn't sure what she was going to say the next time she saw Deanna. She would have to be upfront, tell her the whole story – and how she failed... “I don't know. She changed the terms.”
“Yet you stayed.” Malcolm remarked, causing Selena to shrug.
“I'd be lying if I said I didn't almost leave...” she crossed her arms over her chest.

Another round of silence between them began, only the sound of the crowd still cheering and those on stage celebrating could be heard. 

“Did this meet your expectations?” Selena finally asked. “Get you some solid votes?”
“I won't know that till later. But I won't be 'playing up' Talia's involvement.” Scythe stated with a knowing smile. “Still, you never know what this could lead to.”

“I worry for Nome if it leads to another term for you.” Selena shot back.
“Ever the blunt one.” Malcolm dismissed in good nature. “For what's it's worth, I am sorry for Talia interfering with your business.”

“It...” Selena paused, thinking for a moment. It would be so easy to just blame Talia and continue hating the Scythe family. But, in truth... “It was a long-time coming. I've carried the blame and guilt of 2002 and being the Snow Queen that... I'm glad to be free of that guilt.” She admitted. “I'm not going to let her obsession with me weigh me down anymore.”

“Chains are hard to break.” Malcolm stated. “Yet freedom is worth it. Your father knew that better than most men I knew.”

Selena nodded. “Well, Malcolm.” she settled on saying. “Next time you hold a Snow Queen pageant...maybe keep me off the invite list?”
“I'll take it under advisement.” the mayor smiled knowingly, effectively dismissing the young woman. 

With a nod of her head, Selena made her way down the stairs and into the change room. This time, she managed to change out of her dress and into her street clothes of jeans and a burgundy cover with a white t-shirt underneath and black running shoes. 

“Ms. Selena?” 

Her name being called caused her to turn around, seeing the teary-eyed, smiling, sash-and-tiara-wearing redhead as she stood in the doorway with her mother.

“Hey.” Selena smiled brightly before suddenly curtsying. “Your royal highness.”
“Becky wanted to say goodbye.” Sonya's voice came from outside, getting Selena's attention so she could see the mother. Immediately upon that, the child ran into Selena's arms, the platinum-blonde embracing her tightly. 

“Thank you.” she whispered.
“My pleasure.” Selena answered. “You'll be a great queen. Just don't let your head get too big for your crown.”
“I'll make sure it doesn't. Snow Queen still needs to eat her vegetables and do her chores.”

“Mom...” Becky whined before turning her attention back to Selena, her face suddenly sad. “Do you really have to go?” she asked, her eyes once more begging the young woman to stay.

Sadly, Selena couldn't promise her that this time. “Becky.” She answered slowly. “Your family is here and your place is here. Mine...” she gestures with a wave of her hand. “It's out there. And I need to do what I can for it. They need a Snow Queen in that kingdom too... that's where I have to go.”

“Will...will you come back?” the pre-teen asked, a few tears in her eyes.
“Someday.” Selena smiled. “Like I said earlier... you can take the Snow Queen out of the cold, but you can't take the cold out of the Snow Queen.”

One last hug and Selena was up on her feet. She was barely out the door when she heard a 'wait!” come from behind her. Turning, she saw Rebecca standing there with something in her hands, which she held out to Selena. “Please, take her.”

Selena's eyes widened. “Wha- Becky, I can't. No, I can't!” 
“Please.” she asked. “You helped me so much and... I know your kids will love them!”

Turning her head to Sonya, Selena looked for some kind of help from the rational mother. Instead, Sonya greeted her with a nod of her head. Gazing back at Becky, and with trembling hands, Selena took the offered rabbit puppet into her hands, cradling it gently as she held it. “Thank you.” she whispered. “I can't wait to have my children meet her. I'll take good care of her, I promise.”

The Briar's soon parted and, avoiding Talia (thank Odin!), Selena made her way out of the theatre through the back entrance quietly, where Jean and Zoe were waiting for her by their car. The pregnant Zoe was beaming from ear to ear, while Jean was simply smiling knowingly.

“What?” Selena asked.
“Nothing.” they both said before getting into the car.

With huff, Selena looked down at the smiling puppet gazing back at her.

“Well, Bunni.” Selena laughed, moving the puppet's head up and down with one hand. “Shall we hit the road?”

“How hard should we hit it?” came the high-pitched voice Selena tried to emulate.

“Oh, we are going to get along just fine.” Selena muttered, seemingly annoyed, as she got into the car with her new travel companion, leaving Nome with a new Snow Queen...
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The camera fades into the FedExForum in Memphis, Tennessee, the arena filled with empty seats and a nearly empty ring. Much of the tech and gear is set up for tonight's event, the SCW Pay-Per-View Retribution, one of the staples of the SCW PPV season. Focusing on the ring, however, it is easy to see a woman dressed in her black, red and white wrestling attire, the snowflake designs on her shoulders, skirt, boots sash and twin-straps of fabric that flow from shoulder cover down her back. If any more information is needed to assess this woman's identity, the platinum-blonde braid trailing over her shoulder and down her front is the big give away. 

Dressed to do what she does best, Selena Frost, the Snow Queen, takes a deep breath before looking around the empty arena. What a difference that one year can make...

She is quiet for a moment as she continues to take in her surroundings. 

A year ago, and that isn't me rounding up or down or being close to – it was a year ago. This event – Retribution 2019 – that changed the landscape of SCW forever. 

In a match that was declared a “Match of the Year Candidate”, the ownership of this federation was put on the line. And for those of you that did not see it? With the hand closest to the rampway, Selena points to the massive screen, where a photo is suddenly displayed. True enough, it is a photo of Retribution 2019, with Sasha D. standing proudly at ringside. To her right, she is raising the arm of Owen Cruze, who is raising the arm of Kennedy Street. To her left, she is raising the arm of Selena Frost, who is raising the arm of Regan Street.

A night where so many superstars tested everything they had – everything they could handle... That is what this event, Retribution, brings out. This night – perhaps on the same level as Rise to Greatness, compels us to push through every limit and doubt we have and do something extraordinary, unbelievable, something that defines the initials of S-C-W.

Slowly, a smile comes across her face. And on some level, few understand that more than me. Because since the beginning, Retribution, in the same way as Rise to Greatness, has been a place for me to risk everything and accomplish so much more.

You all just saw the photo but the year before that? 2018? Know what I was doing? I was fighting an iron-woman match with Sienna Swann that became match of the year. 2017? I was teaming with Kelcey Wallace in a roofed cage match that closed the show rather than the world title match doing that! 2016? 2015? I was in the finals both years in the Shot of Adrenaline Tournament! her smiles widens. Retribution has always been special to me in that way. Whether it was fate or some kind of luck, I don't know – but this event, this night, has never failed to provide a challenge for me. Something that I can do to make the world notice and hear them believe.

But... Selena sighs as she looks up into the empty arena. They say you 'never forget your first' – and, in that way, how could I forget my first Retribution – especially now.

On the large screen up the ramp, the picture changes to one taken six years ago, Retribution 2014. In the photo, a large, dark-skinned woman, the Voodoo Queen Janeeri lays on the mat. Standing above her, however, holding up the tag-team titles of SCW are Dawn Lohan and her tag-team partner, Selena Frost.

It took me some time realize this – the happenstance that I find myself. The amazingly beautiful way that history can repeat itself.

You see, True Believers, a bit of a story. I had just met Dawn Lohan a short while before that match took place. We were as green a tag-team as one could get. And it wasn't my championship title shot to have. It was hers. Dawn had split from her Cashmere Mafia teammate, Kennedy Street, and needed to chose a partner to decide who would keep the tag-titles both members held. Selena gazes at the photo, a small smile crossing her lips.

And she chose me.

I didn't understand at the time, and she would be better to ask than me, but it didn't matter – the why's and whatnot. Because I was resolved to ensure she did not waste her choice on me. So I worked hard, pushed myself to the limits against one beast of a woman and one future Hall of Famer. And Dawn and I won... and we became tag-team champions.

And now, six years later – after spending every Retribution in some of the highest-staked matches every year, after winning the Tag-team titles, the Adrenaline titles, the Shot of Adrenaline Tournament, and helping Sasha become the rightful owner and head of SCW... Here I am, full circle, with someone choosing me to help them become World Tag-Team champion...

The look on Selena's face changes to a rather content, happy one. And from the first Retribution I was in to the last, it has linked together, because that night last year – some would say – was the beginning of Frozen Hell. No, we didn't have a catchy theme song or a cool team name, but that night, along with Kennedy and Owen against Infamous, the Wonderland and the Beauty Network... I... the Snow Queen laughs a little. I can't tell you how many times Regan had my back and I had hers. It was the strongest display of camaraderie and tag-team potential. Regan and I, from that night, began to realize that there was...something special with us. Working together, even if it was just us, we could change the world of SCW. We could do amazing things like we did that night. 

And from there, Regan and I fought our wars together. Against the Wonderland. Against Xander. Say what you will about Infamous and the Butt Connection, but for all their 'legit' tag-teaming last year, Regan and I were there as well, watching eachother's back and fighting for what we believed in.

A quiet sigh escapes the pale lips of the young Frost. But, according to the other challengers for the tag-team titles tonight, especially one grizzled, Hall of Fame, tag veteran... I'm just in this because I'm a gold-whore. That I'm only doing this so I can get a championship around my waist again.

Nodding her head, Selena pushes herself to her feet, allowing her to pace the ropes.

Let me get something out of the way first before I get to that. Butt-Connection – the supposed 'guardians' and 'standard bearers' of the tag-division – I meant what I said a few days ago. I will not discredit your passion and your skill. I said it then and I will say it now: I believe, in the very depths of my heart that you two deserve to be here as much as Regan and I do. I believe you deserve your chance at the tag-titles just like Regan and I do. I also know that your tag-team is the most dangerous team here. Because while Regan can be coaxed to getting as much as she gets in terms of bending the rules – just ask Xander – she and I would rather win this match, win these titles in a way that not only honours the tag-team titles, but proves beyond a shadow of a doubt that Frozen Hell is part of the tag-division and is here to stay!

But you two, you don't have that concern. You don't need to be coaxed to break the rules, you'll just break them or do whatever you have to at the drop of the hat. You two are the amalgamation of the other teams here. The same kind of passion and drive as Regan and I but the brilliance and 'lack of morals' that Infamous is quite known for.

So, with all respect to the two of you, I know what Regan and I are in for. I know what you two are capable of here tonight at Retribution 2020.

Stopping for a moment, Selena turns to look at the camera as she leans against one of the corners.So, with that in mind – and that respect going into the match – mind telling me, Tommy why your head is shoved all the way back to 2014? Gracefully, Selena pushes herself up so she is sitting on the top of the turnbuckle.

I mean, I brought up my past so I can express not only what I bring to the table at this event every year, but also to appreciate the beauty of history repeating itself. You? You're dragging up old insults that Infamous was using that time – ask Christy. Ask Ravyn. Ask Autumn Valentine if you can find her.

I mean, here you are – set to face two four former world champions – hell, I'll ignore Infamous for a moment because they sure as hell did that for both our teams! You've got two former world champions here. Two of the most dominant women in SCW today... and you're sticking your head about 'what was said six years ago'?

The platinum-blonde scoffs lightly. You know what, Tommy? You're so unoriginal. You're just grasping at straws because, deep down, there isn't a single thing you've got against me or Regan. That's why you scream that while you have Kandis crying “She just wants to be Supreme Champion”, thinking discrediting us like that is going to weaken our resolve. Going to weaken our belief.

It's had the opposite effect, Tommy. Kandis It's made us, made Frozen Hell, all the more driven to take you two down, become the Tag-team champions and show you just what these titles mean to us.

Selena takes a deep breath. I mean, let me ask you something, Tommy. What was your endgame with that little jab? What that 'I'll settle for whatever title I can get my hands on' nonsense? That I'm greedy and will take whatever I can get?

Have you been buried in Youtube clips from 2014 that you've forgotten how 2019 went for me, Tommy? Let me give you a bit of a refresher course. Out of the entire full-time roster that was with the company all year, you want to know how many 'title shots' I was given by the company? How many 'contender matches' I was placed in? How many 'contendership tourneys' I was considered for?

Selena holds up her hand, her fingers and thumb forming a circle. Zero. Not one title shot awarded to me. Not one contender match sent my way. And all this was while I was beating guys like Giovanni, Xander and helping Sasha get to run this place. The only title shots I got came from Trios cashins at the beginning and at the end of the year. Nothing came from the SCW board. 

But you? Mr. 'I Only Care For The Tag-Team Belts!'? 

Hmmm, correct me if I'm wrong, but didn't you challenge for the United States Championship title last year against Bree Lancaster? Under Attack, right? And since we are on the subject, Tommy, didn't you also start the year early as a champion by winning yourself the Television title? All while wanting the tag-titles, right?

But oh! Selena holds up her hands. 'Selena Frost just wants to hold any title! She'll settle for anything!'. A serious adopts her face as she hops off the barricade to glare at the camera.

It's not that I 'settle for anything', Tommy, it's that, unlike you, title shots don't come my way very often. So, when they do, I cherish them. I respect the opportunity and I give it everything I have because I don't know when the next one will be.

And more than that, where you see it as 'settling', I don't. I don't see the Adrenaline title and think “settling”. I see a title that I won a tournament for. That I became synonymous with for the longest time. I see the history I have with that title and the history I could make with it by becoming the only wrestler to win that title four times. 

I don't see the United States Title as a 'distraction' till you get the  titles you want. I see it to me as 'unfinished business'. I see it as a reign that I never got a rematch for. That I defended it in every match I had when I was champion and then was shut out of the division to deal with a monster. I see a title that every newcome and main-eventer would love to have. 

And on and on I could go, Tommy. You want to peg me as some kind of 'glory hog', someone that's in it for the 'champion's bonus' like Ace Marshall? No, I will embrace every chance I get to win a title because I respect every single title in SCW. I respect what they stand for, I respect what they mean to people and I respect what a blessing it is to get a chance to win one. Because some of us don't get three or four in one year, sir.

Narrowing her eyes before shaking her head, Selena resumes her pacing around the ring. And I fully intend to embrace this opportunity, whether you think me a 'gold-mongul' or not, Tommy, because, just like the first Retribution I participated in, this match is not about me.

A slow breath comes from Selena's mouth before she speaks. You two, you and Kandis, just don't get it, do you? I know Infamous doesn't get it and doesn't care, but you two? You're not just dismissing us, you're flatout being stupid and seeing us as something we're not.

It's simple. So simple, it's stupidly crazy. 

One word: Regan. 

Regan is so much more to me than a tag-team partner. She's more to me than a fellow wrestler. She is my sister. Selena places her hand over her heart. She is the godmother of two of my darling children. She... she is my family. 

Do you even remember what that means, Tommy? You and David? Brothers-in-arms? You came into SCW as a tag-team? Waged wars in AWF that forged “The Next Level”? How can you not see the similarities, Tommy, between that and Regan and myself? she shrugs her shoulders in disbelief.

Tell me! Because I would think if anyone would understand the different wage to forge a bond, it would be you with your experience with Helms! The families you can create from being in this business.

Standing with her head lifted a little, Selena's next few words are filled with pride.

I love Regan Street. She is my sister. She is my family. She has done so much for me – I would not be here, be where I am, were it not for her. I'll say it a third time because I want this to resonate through your thick skulls! Regan is my family, and when your family comes to you, looks you in the eyes and says 'I need you', what do you do?

You don't settle, Tommy. You don't wave them off. You don't 'go after another title'. You put your dreams and goals on hold because they deserve your support, for all the times they've supported you! Regan has looked out for me for over a year. I can't recall the number of times I've been beaten and broken and found her there, be it in the ring or in the back, watching over me. And for all of that, she has asked for nothing from me in return.

Until now.

This match is not about me, it is not for me – though I respect and appreciate the potential the tag titles have and what Regan and I could bring to them. This match, this championship match, is for Regan! It is accomplishing an eight-year long dream that you, Tommy, waltzed into from the day you entered SCW.

The platinum-blonde runs a hand through her hair and along her braid. And, unlike you and Kandis, we don't have the history of 'multiple attempts' when it comes to titles. We don't have 'oh maybe next time' emblazoned in our brains or on our Twitter accounts. We have one opportunity. One chance to achieve something wonderful!

And you want to know who's the most scared of failing, Tommy? It share as hell isn't Regan. She lifts her hand and places it over her heart. It's me. I am terrified of failing Regan tonight. And, while normally, I wouldn't talk about this, she already posted it on Twitter – Regan is considering walking away from this – from SCW – if she fails. 

The Hellcat – an SCW without her? Even if we weren't a tag-team, I couldn't imagine it. I can't imagine it! That's why I can't lose. That's why I won't lose. That's why you're going to get everything from me until I can't give any more! That's why you're going to get the woman that won the Shot of Adrenaline Tournament and helped take down three factions on this night! Your team may be the best tooled, Tommy and Kandis, but as I said before, this, all of this, will come down to passion – who wants it more.

And Connection... you don't have enough weight in your ass to bury us! No!

Sapphire eyes narrow as Selena stares into the camera, to the biggest obstacle to Frozen Hell's goal!

No, Tommy. Kandis. I will not lose my sister tonight. I will not fail her. I will not be the cause for her to lose her belief in herself and in SCW. I will not be the reason SCW loses one of its best! I WON'T! DO YOU HEAR ME?! her scream echoes throughout the arena, replaced by a soft, deep huffing of breath as Selena tries to calm herself.

Regan believes in me, that's why she picked me. Tonight, I am going to repay that faith back tenfold. I am going to restore her faith in her dreams of becoming Supreme Champion. I am going to restore her faith in being a champion. I am going to restore her faith in Frozen Hell and SCW...

And most importantly, I am going to restore her faith in herself!

Lifting her head a little, the Snow Queen stands before the camera in the middle of the ring. And if I need to knock you out again, Tommy, or you Kandis – or if I have to dig deep and annihilate Infamous like I did Xander Valentine... then rest assured that I will do it without hesitating.

Holding her hand over her heart in a familiar pose, Selena's gaze does not harden.

You, just like Infamous, have had your chance and your time with the tag-team belts. Now, in 2020? It's Regan's turn. It's Frozen Hell's turn. And you can hate it all you want, just like I know Infamous will, but when we are done... you are all going to believe it!

The camera slowly fades to black, Selena's gaze never flinching.

[Thomas Valentine]

OOC: Okay, with everything FINALLY coded properly and in working order, here's my effort. This one ties in with the Kandis rp but that should become obvious if you read both to get the full story. Guests appear with permission as always. Now for the first time I feel like I should add a disclaimer here as my second scene is pretty graphic and I feel the need to point out that I don't condone anything that happens in it. Hope that doesn't take away from the enjoyment!

"A Dark Path: Part 6"

[Kandis.]

OOC:  Guest appears with approval, thanks for playing a role in this bro. The two scenes here occur before and after the second scene in Tommy's CD (The one with the content warning...), so reading order doesn't really matter, as no matter which you read first something gets spoiled, lol. This is gonna be a crazy ride, jumping out of the comfort zone without a parachute. Enjoy, and good luck, guys.
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Retribution 2020

[Regan Street]

OOC This RP contains some sensitive material, enjoy.


Warning: The Comments and views expressed in this promo are those of Regan Helms and do not reflect that of the publisher. Viewer Discretion Is Advised.

THE SUPREME BITCH:
CHAPTER ONE

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