Selena Frost vs. Adam Brock

[Konrad Raab]

2 RP Limit for singles

3500 Word Limit Per RP

Deadline: SATURDAY, February 15, 2025 (Show will take place Sunday)

[SnowQueenSCW]

Villain of the Year

”Off Course, of course!”

K90/Rhinelanderwag highway
Oberwesel, Germany
February 2nd, 2025
3:13pm

Selena just sat there against the cushioned seat, her eyes glued on whatever it was that was directly in front of her. She didn’t look left. She didn’t look right. She didn’t look up and she didn’t look down.

She just kept looking forward, past the front window of her car – the Aston Martin DB12 that she had won at the End of the Year Invitational a little over a year ago. The last person to ever win it – sapphire eyes simply taking in the sight of all the vehicles that zoomed past her. Some trucks, some cars, some vans, a trailer or two, all of them different colors and shapes and sizes. She could even spot a few of the drivers through their front windows – male, female, families. It was wide a variety as the vehicles themselves.

Now how long she sat there in the driver’s seat, motionless? She had sort of lost track of the time with that, her mind in a haze, but she knew that it had been enough time for her to play a little game with herself. One where, in the few seconds of her spotting one driver after another (as they sped past her), she would give them some kind of backstory.

A farmer out to get some items for his land and farm.
A lawyer hot off a case and rushing home to tell her husband all about it!
A family visiting from CAAAAAALLLLLGAAARRRY! Why she had chosen Calgary of all places, she wasn’t sure, but it was something.

Some people, as they passed, also seemed to be in on the game, for they too stared back at her, some way longer then others as they passed, some with expressions of wonder and curiosity, some with shock and disbelief.

For some reason, Selena liked both kinds of expressions. It allowed her to turn the game onto herself and imagine what people were imagining her backstory to be. What was she to them?

A drunk that was clearly out of her mind?
Some kind of depressed soul that was making an impulsive choice?
Some unfortunate soul that had taken a bad turn?
Some ‘hot chick in the front seat’?
Was she ‘old-looking’ to them? Young-looking? Ugly? Attractive? Smart? Dumb?

She had taken a similar game in the moments following her match with Blake Mason a week ago. Standing outside the ring and walking up the ramp, turning as the medics had rushed past her to tend to Blake Mason as he lay in the ring: a bloodied heap at her own hands.

For a second, Selena’s eyes (for the first time since her car had stopped) broke her gaze from the front window to look down at her hands, the knuckles pale and the skin unblemished beyond a slight bruise or two along the right hand. Still, as she tilted her head to the side and narrowed her gaze just a bit upon the aforementioned hand, she could still see the blood that had covered it seven days ago, but only until she blinked or moved her head or looked away. Any of that and the image would disappear again, back to the recesses of her mind. She had learned that much in the last seven days.

She had stuck true to her plan with her family vising the Schonburg Castle here in Oberwesel for the week following the pay-per-view, with tomorrow being the day they all returned to New York, the children taken back to their ‘Forever Home’ with Selena and Deanna back to stay at the Snow Queen’s place in the Eyrie Tower, at least for a bit longer. With The Enigma’s ‘state’ still unknown – Kristen Scott (for all her bravado) only managing to do what Deanna had done countless times and beat down the smoky bastard but not outright end him – Selena was in no rush to push Deanna back into SCW and working, not with that unresolved. And while she was cautious, also, of Blake Mason and any kind of retaliation as well, she was certain the idiot would think twice before trying some of his ‘tactics’ against her again.

Even so, whatever ‘travel-plans’ she had made/promised to the family in terms of timeline… well, they were certainly on hold now as she peered a little beyond her, towards the way she had been travelling. In the distance, a couple hundred meters away, she could still (though not just barely) spot the shiny metal of her car’s rear bumper, reflecting what little light from the sun that was peeking through the dark clouds that hanged overhead. It was easier with all the bigger objects (like the rest of the traffic) swerving around it to avoid hitting it. Nothing could be done about the smaller pieces like the shards of lights and such. They just continued to come in and out of Selena’s vision, the Snow Queen losing them time and time again as some were flown/blown (by vehicle or winter wind) up and down and others were further broken into smaller pieces as the traffic drove over them.

A sigh escaped her. She hadn’t felt the first hit. Hadn’t even realized she had hit anything during the first spin. The second one? That had been felt, mostly because that had been the one that had stopped her, feeling the rear slam forward and cease all her motion. But a bent bumper (at least she had thought that’s all that had happened at the time) wasn’t the end of the world. She could still travel home and deal with it later…

That had been the reason for the few hundred meters travel she had attempted from the original impact area. For that was all she had managed to achieve before the hood of her prized-car had flown up, effectively blocking the majority of her vision and forcing her to stop in the middle of the road – in the middle of the traffic. It was by Odin’s will alone that no one had bulldozed into her or she into someone else as, for the next few minutes, she had slowly (painstakingly so) driven the car to the side of the road, where she was now. Of course, after that, only then had she had the brain cells to get out of the car to investigate why the hell her hood had flown up like that, only to see the TRUE first crash – the one she had missed happening due to the car seemingly never losing its momentum during its big spin.

The front was as totalled as the back, a variable pancake or crushed tuna can of metal, plastic and glass.

And yet… she felt nothing. Not a bruise, not a sting, not a broken bone… not a feeling.

For a second, the former world’s eyes found the rearview mirror, allowing to see her own the reflection.

The pale skin.
The lack of expression.
The empty eyes.

Deanna will think I’m just in shock… Selena thought with a sigh. But no… it was so much more than that.

In truth, she hadn’t felt much of anything since her fight with Blake Mason in Dusseldorf. She couldn’t describe it. One minute, she had been filled with such rage, unleashing everything she had on him. The man had tried to put her on the shelf for good and mocked, insulted and threatened her, Deanna and her children. She… she had never been so angry before – no one had gone THAT far on a personal level with her in over a decade’s career in SCW. Not even Xander or Vixen Cain – at least when it came to her children. And the more and more the match had gone on, the angrier and angrier she had become until… until…

She sighed aloud, letting her exhale sound within the metal confines. It was as if a fuse had blown within her or something that night. She wasn’t sure when it had happened. When she had Mason tied up in the ropes and just kept blasting away on him until there was nothing left but a blood-soaked face of him. Those stomps to the head afterwards? The bell ringing the end of the match as Demitra held her back, the official she trusted above anyone else, including that damned bastard Alex/CHBK? She wasn’t sure.

It just… had happened and, suddenly, she had just felt… turned off. As if the fuse had blown and all her emotions were just… gone.

And for the past seven days, Selena had quietly contemplated on that. She had gone for walks with Deanna through gardens of Schonburg castle… and felt nothing.

She had hugged and kissed her children and sang them to sleep… and felt nothing.

She had watched replays of her match and all the subsequent matches of the pay-perv-view, watching Josh Hudson royally fail to beat Xander Valentine once again – the Executioner STILL the world champion… and felt nothing.

Not joy for Hudson’s failure.
Not sadness for Light in the Darkness’ pain against The Fall of Man.
Not disappointment at seeing Polly fall short in retaining the Television Championship, losing to the new girl Selena had beaten at Fatal Fortunes.
Not… not anything.

Even now, amidst the debris of her own car and the traffic, Selena still just felt empty, which was far more disappointing. She had thought that a drive around town would have given her something… that THIS would give her something, but still…

With one more sigh, Selena then heard a tap on the window, turning her head to spy the officer standing by her window. Had she called them? In a split second, she ran her memory back to her, not recalling a single moment of her using her phone. Still, many people had passed her for the past twenty or thirty minutes. Anyone of them could have made the call.

Regardless, upon the second tap, Selena opened the door and stepped out of the vehicle into the cold, crisp winter air. “Hi.” She offered weakly. “Sorry about-“

The officer, a bald man with sharp facial features (especially the nose and cheekbones) was already speaking, perhaps not hearing the platinum-blonde amidst the strong, winter winds blowing around them. He seem to be prattling off some kind of vocabulary as he pulled out a notepad and pen.

“I’m…” Selena tried, but the taller, broader fellow continued to speak. “I…” she tried again but was drowned out, until. “Excuse me!” she tried, allowing her ‘arena voice’ to come out, which, effectively caught his attention from his notepad and ‘routine/procedure’, the man finally stopping what he was doing to turn up and regard Selena. “I’m sorry, officer.” She stated simply. “But I do not speak German. I only know English. Do you have a translator or something?”

“No need.” The officer spoke back, voice rising to match Selena’s level to overpower the noise of the traffic and the wind. “I speak English.” He added before returning to his normal tone. “Can you tell me what happened?”

“Not…” Selena gazed back at the wreckage of her prized-car. “Not really. I mean, I can try, but one minute…” she eyed both ends, seeing the damage done to both sides of the car.

“Take your time.” The officer remarked. “But can you give me your name and birthdate please?”

“Selena Michelle Frost.” Selena answered. “Birthdate is December 25th, 1989. And I was travelling that way.” She gestured down the road her car was pointed towards. “To the Schonburg castle. I am staying there with my…” she almost said wife – feeling no dismay when she stopped herself and instead chose, “family.” For a substitute. “We’ve been staying here on vacation. And I was driving back when…” she spun her finger in a circle in the air. “The next second, I’m spinning around and around until I’m crashing into the rail.”

“I see.” The bald man nodded, jotting down some notes onto the paper before closing it up to regard Selena. “Are you okay to take a breathalyzer test?”

Selena’s eyes widened in some form of curiosity, almost feeling amusement…. Almost. “You want to test me to see if I’m drunk or something?”

If he had a reaction to the question, the taller cop gave no sign of it. “We received a call that you crashed into the wall.” He read off another page in his pad. “That you stopped in the middle of traffic. Somewhat common for driving under the influence.”

“Well… I’m not.” Selena sighed. “But if you need to test me, fine.”

“Okay.” He nodded, stepping over to his vehicle to pull some things out of a kit. He was back by Selena’s side in less than a minute. “So, I am demanding a breathalyser sobriety testing.” He prattled on, as if reciting a procedure, attaching a plastic tube to some sort of a machine Selena had not seen before.

“Fine.” Selena nodded. “I’ll take one.”
“Thank you.” He added before holding the device up to the Snow Queen’s face. “Please blow into this before I say stop.”

Selena obeyed and blew into the ‘straw’, and just as she was almost out of breath, she heard the officer tell her to stop and immediately draw away from it, watching the man gaze at the screen before giving a nod of his head. “Alright.” He nodded before returning his attention back to Selena. “You said you spun out?”

“Yes.” Selena nodded. “I’m not sure what happened.” She gazed down the road opposite to the traffic flow-direction. “Maybe black ice? Or all the snow and slush gathered at the sides of the highway from the plows?” she offered.

“Well…” the officer nodded his head. “That’s all I need.”

Again, Selena was almost surprised, but again, the word there was ‘almost’. “Oh?” she asked. “I’m not being arrested or something?”

It was now the cop’s turn to gaze down the roads, towards the initial ‘crash spot’. “There’s no other car involved it seems. So there is no ‘at-fault’ issue here. For you, I’d get this…” he gestured to the smashed remains of her car, allowing Selena to do the same – the Snow Queen able to take in the utter destruction of both ends of the vehicle. “Towed to a mechanic. Do you have insurance? They can cover…”

He kept prattling on about the ‘next step’ for the platinum-blonde, but Selena was barely paying attention, giving only a slight nod or short word of understanding. Long as she wasn’t being arrested or detained or anything like that, she didn’t really care what else the man – who she read on his tag was named ‘J. Dacrem’ – had to say. She wasn’t concerned about the insurance, or having money to get the damn car fixed. None of that mattered.

And she felt nothing from it all.

Still, not wanting to provoke a cop, Selena quietly let the man give his ‘advice’ and rant, even granting him a kind ‘Thank you.’ To expedite his departure. Alone again, the young woman quickly stepped back into her car, closing it behind her as she sat in the front seat, allowing herself to breath in and out slowly as her body slowly warmed up from the cold – rejuvenating as it was from a physical aspect.

She didn’t call anyone right away like the cop had advised. Instead, she continued to watch the cars passing her. Continued seeing their expressions of her. Continued guessing what ‘their stories’ were and what they truly ‘thought of her’.

Would they care? Would they be concerned? Would it be a mixed back like in Dusseldorf? Would they think she was an idiot for being on the side of the road with a crushed front and end for a car? Would they care to ask if she was okay? Or were they too scared of her?

She didn’t know but it was fun to just wonder – at least she thought it was fun. Still, the real world did continue to beckon, and she reasoned that if she didn’t call Deanna soon – the redhead would realize the hour and call her instead. Either way, a confrontation was inevitable.

Guess I better get it over with. She thought as she slowly picked up her phone. She made one slight detour to call a tow truck to her location, the receptionist (sounding like a young woman, if Selena hazarded a guess) a bit less pleasant and more bored than Officer Dacrem had been. Still, Selena managed to get a tow assigned to her and told that he would be there in about twenty minutes.

Hanging up on the call upon confirmation, Selena sat back in her chair, watching the faces as they continued to pass her.

Guess I can’t put it off anymore. She sighed and slowly eyed the phone in her hand before unlocking the screen and dialing the number. The phone only rang three times before it was answered.

“Hey.” Selena sighed, once more gazing out her front window… “So, I somewhat crashed the car…”

[Adam Brock]

Frost Warning

[SnowQueenSCW]

Villain of the Year

”Emotional Roller-Coaster”

Kaisers Kfz-Fachwerkstatt für alle Marken
Oberwesel, Germany
February 2nd, 2025
5:48pm

“I can’t understand you!”

If feeling something was what Selena had been hoping for these past few days, irritation and frustration were not it. She wasn’t even sure if what she felt WAS an emotion. Annoyance? Irritation? Frustration? Were these emotions or just some kind of response to getting nowhere with something? A situational response to a seemingly unsolvable problem? She wasn’t sure, but after listening to a man talk to her in German for the last half an hour, and her having to repeat that one sentence over and over and over again to him, the only thing she wanted to do was pick up the buzzsaw that she had spotted on the other side of the glass, where the vehicles were parked/docked/worked on, and bash it across his head!

And Selena, covered in his blood…

The Snow Queen closed her eyes, exhaling a little and refusing to look down at her hands. She knew blood wasn’t there and, doubly so, she had no desire to ‘see’ it on her again. She had dealt with that enough the past week. Still, she had also had enough of someone speaking gibberish to her. But what could she do? She was stuck. Her car was in need of repair, the tow truck had taken her here, and until-

She heard the door open, successfully interrupting her thoughts, though not as much as when she felt a form rush into her, arms effectively wrapping around her and embracing her tightly.

“Oh thank gods.” She heard the voice beside her ear sigh, recognizing not only it but also the fragrance of burning rose petals (it was the name of the shampoo ‘scent’) that the redhead always used. For herself, the platinum-blonde did not have any time to hug the woman back, for the younger Frost (former Frost) pushed herself away from Selena a few inches, emerald eyes scanning the former world champion up and down. “Are you alright? Did you get checked out by the hospital? What about-“

“I’m fine.” Selena breathed, trying to calm the hysterical woman down. “I’ll probably just have a bit of whiplash for a day or two.” She added, reaching a hand to run the back of her own neck.

Hearing those words from Selena seemed to flip a switch inside of Deanna. For a few seconds later, Deanna’s expression immediately grew stern. “What the hell happened?” She asked.

“I told you.” Selena shrugged innocently. “I crashed the car.”
“Yeah, that’s what I heard when you called me.” Deanna rolled her eyes, clearly not in the mood for any ‘smart talk’. “What I don’t know is how the hell you crashed your car!”

“I…” Selena shrugged again. “I honestly don’t know.” She answered. “One minute, I was driving along on the upper lane, passing some slowpoke, the next thing, I’m in the right lane and spinning around.” She gave another shrug. “Black ice maybe? The heavy slush from the plows?”

She wasn’t sure Deanna took her response at face value, but the redhead said nothing, instead turning her attention to the glass, where the gentleman Selena had just been yelling at regarding the language barrier patiently stood. Ignoring the man at first, the redhead simply moved closer to the glass, casting her gaze out towards the workers and the crunched metal that was once Selena’s vehicle.

“Wow…” she said in a whisper of an exhale. Selena could see her eyeing the front first, which was crushed inward before turning her head towards the rear, which was also crushed in a similar manner. It was like the car had become an accordion in the hands of the Snow Queen. Turning her back to the glass, Deanna merely crossed her arms over her chest. “Looks pretty bad.” She remarked. “Have you considered how much this is going to cost to repair?”

“I tried asking.” Selena sighed at the question before gesturing with her hand towards the man that was standing near the ‘garage window’, having not moved from that spot since Deanna had entered the autopart/auto-repair shop. “But seemingly, some businesses figured it wasn’t necessary to have English as a known language for tourists – an interesting choice when the Schonburg Castle is just a stone’s throw.”

Giving a sigh, it was Selena’s turn to stroll towards the window and observe her car as it was suspended several feet in the air by the large, metalling structure jutting out of the ground – some kind of lift. “I suppose I could call Gunther from the castle and ask him to come down here or something, but I really rather-“

The Snow Queen was forced to stop herself mid-speech as she turned her head towards the balding man she knew could not understand her (nor she him)… only to see Deanna standing beside him, chattering away – chattering in the same gibberish she had heard whenever she visited this town. For the platinum-blonde’s part, she could only stand there as the two before traded words and phrases (at least she thought they were words and phrases) until she saw Deanna give a nod of her head before turning her attention over to Selena.

“He says that they don’t have the right parts for an American car repair like this. The make and model will need to be ordered in and will be expensive.” She gave a shrug of her shoulders. “He recommends you just buy a new car.”

“Out of the question.” Selena shook her head. “I don’t care what it costs or how long it takes. I’ll pay it.”

“Selena…” Deanna sighed, once more crossing her arms. “If it was your motorcycle, I’d understand – or even the tour bus.” She cast a glance out the window. “But you just won that car. It’s not like you can’t get another one.”

“I don’t want another one.” Selena shot back, her tone cold and sharp. “I want that one. And what does it matter the price if I’m willing to pay for it?” She gestured a hand towards the man, who had been keeping his gaze on the two women. “Tell him… however the hell you know German… that I’ll pay it.”

“First,” Deanna answered curtly. “I spent two years in a Frankfurt prison, remember? You think I didn’t pick up the language in that kind of immersion? Second, I think you’re being stupid.”

“Big shocker!” Selena laughed, though there was nothing behind it. “Deanna thinks anything I want is stupid.”

“I didn’t say that!” The redhead countered. “I just think – for the amount it will cost – it’s stupid when you can get another one – maybe even the same model – for less!”

“I. Don’t. Care.” Selena stressed each word. “How can I make that any clearer?”

“Selena…” Deanna’s expression suddenly changed again, this one back to concern and… confusion? “You’re… you’re crying.”

“What?” Selena asked – this time it was her that was confused – as her hand flew up to her face. Yet, as she withdrew the hand, she could see the remains of a tear on the pointer finger. It was almost as surprising as seeing Deanna speak German practically fluently.

Why was she crying? She didn’t feel sad. She didn’t even feel angry enough to cry like she had seen in others before. She didn’t feel… anything. So why was she crying?

An answer didn’t come to her as she heard Deanna sigh, the redhead moving closer to her to take her pale hands into her own. “I… I didn’t realize the car meant that much to you.” She offered slowly. “I guess…” she turned her head to gaze out the ‘window’ towards the wrecked vehicle. “I guess if you can afford it, we can stay here a bit longer until it’s fixed.”

Selena merely nodded her head as ‘thanks’, the numbness in her maintaining that ‘shut-down’ feeling that had filled her since Dusseldorf last week, not saying a word as Deanna returned to the mechanic to ensure Selena’s wishes were met.

The same numbness that couldn’t figure out why she had shed a tear over a car she had merely won a year or so ago.
The same numbness that hadn’t felt a thing when she had crashed the car into the guardrail in the first place.

The same numbness that couldn’t tell anyone, least of all Deanna, that there was no accident. No patch of ice or slush…

Selena sighed as she gazed once more out the window towards her car. Sorry, girl… she thought towards the car. I had to try and feel… something again…

Even if she had to drive right into a guardrail to feel it…

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The Royal Letter

The camera opens up to reveal a familiar looking throne chair with a shelf holding several books behind it. In the chair, wearing a dark blue pant suit with a matching shirt underneath, sits The Snow Queen herself – Selena Frost. Her hair is tied in its iconic braid but her sapphire eyes seem rather cold, distant… detached, despite their sharp focus on the camera.

Hello SCW… Adam Brock… Her head tilts to the side slightly. and Blake Mason…

Tell me… Do you believe? she moves herself to sit back against her chair, her tone maintaining it’s cold, detached nature.

How about you, Mason? Has it sunk in yet? Assuming you’re actually conscious now to watch this. Have you realized that there are consequences when you go ‘that far’ with me? That there is a price to pay when you come after my family? Perhaps it was all ‘fun’ in your head. Sending your lackey to induce a psychotic breakdown in Deanna. Setting fire to her sister’s home. Calling Elsianna like that. Thinking you were getting some ‘past-version’ of Selena Frost that you knew ‘back in the day’. Have you realized otherwise now? Sapphire eyes narrow. How’s your eye, by the way?

Because let me remind you of something, Blake. Just a simple observation of that night last weekend. All that I did to you? That was just in the confines of a ‘regular match’. Let that sit in your little head while you lie there icing your face. All that I did to you… leaving you that bloody mess in the ring, beating you to the point a stretcher had to take you out… I didn’t need a chamber or weapons to do that. I didn’t need a ‘specialty match’ like The Fall of Man or Colleen MacDonald to do it. I didn’t need to break a rule or have a moment where the official ‘wasn’t looking’ to do all of that. I just needed my own hands and feet to obliterate you. I just needed myself to destroy someone.

And yes, Blake, that is very much a threat. Because if you come back to SCW – if you come after my family again… Demitria won’t be able to stop me next time. No one will. Because that bloody battlefield? The one you have to pass to get to the world championship on the other side? I’ll be standing in the middle of it… waiting for you. Consider that your last warning from me.

Despite her lack of emotion - her calmness - Selena runs a hand along her thick, platinum-blonde braid for a second before refocusing.

Speaking of a bloody battlefield, let’s welcome the next fighter to it. Adam Brock. Mr. ‘Fuck Around and Find Out’… Oh, no, wait, that’s Kandis. This is ‘Wolfsbane’, right? ‘Fuck with a wolf and die…’, right? ‘Never met someone like me before’, right? ‘Mr. Originality’, ‘One of a Kind’, right? a simple smirk crosses Selena’s features.

Perhaps that’s not the best start. I mean, since we are starting with pleasantries, Brock, let me follow suit and congratulate you on your victory in Dusseldorf as well. As someone that has beaten The Assassin of SCW as well – along with an Executioner, a Monarch, a Madman, a Lion, a Witch and a Wardrobe - what you did was quite the accomplishment. A confirmation of your skill and passion, yes, but also your resilience, considering it was your first match back since that knee injury back in April.

Selena pauses for a moment, resting her head on her hand. Yes, you haven’t really talked about that with us, have you, Adam? Other than a mere remark of, what was it you called it? A ‘freak accident’? Which is interesting because one would think such a time would hold a bit more meaning for you. Would hold a more prominent place in your mind. I mean, there you were, your career on the rise! You were in the throngs of championship rankings! Even challenging for the United States Championship. A future champion in the making to be sure, as management clearly believed. Funny how none of that was brought up by you in your first match back – or in any segment or camera-time the old man granted you…

Or who it was you fought when that ‘freak accident’ happened…

The cold glare returns.

It was a Frost, wasn’t it, Adam. It was a Frost you were fighting that ended your first little stint here in SCW and put you on the shelf. And while you call it a ‘freak accident’… I have rewatched that Breakdown match from last April and it seems less of an ‘accident’ and more like your body just couldn’t maintain ‘that level’ of challenger. That your mouth was writing checks your body couldn’t cash in! Yes, you survived against a supposed ‘Assassin’, I will grant you that. But that is a far cry from the level of a champion, isn’t it? A vast different to a year-long champion like Deanna was. But I digress… the point is that it was a FROST that brought down the wolf… Who ‘fucked with a wolf’ and didn’t die.

Which is why, with such facts as these, I am… somewhat confused why you would choose blind arrogance and empty promises on facing me. I mean, you haven’t been here much longer than a month. Your second match and you have gone straight from facing a ‘mid-card hitman’ to the greatest world champion of all time – the Female Wrestler of the Year – the LONGEST reigning world champion in SCW history…

And yet, you want to state how you ‘know me’? You declare that you’ve got me all figured out?

A slight hum escapes the Snow Queen as she, unfazed, sits back in her chair. And what exactly do you know, Adam? You pay attention for a few weeks here and there and know that, while you dressed in a hoodie and snuck around to get one over on Fall of Man, I was waring with Mason, that gives you the blueprint to me? Let me remind you of something in that regard, boy. While you chose ‘the weakest member’ of The Fall of Man in Junior to target… I sent the most accomplished member in James Evans off a cage pod with a swift kick and beat him inside the chamber. I went right for the most dangerous member while you snuck around in disguise, waiting for your target to turn their back to you. Yet YOU want to say I fear limits? That I fear facing my enemies head on due to limits and that you will push me to my limits?

A chuckle, emotionless, escapes her. I do not doubt your capabilities, Adam. You don’t get a chance to get into an SCW ring – you don’t get a chance at the United States Championship - if you don’t have abilities of some kind. Even those we despise like Fall of Man and Blake Mason have ‘abilities’. I simply think you are overselling yours while vastly underestimating mine. You think I want control? You think I fear the lack of it?

In that, Adam, I can’t tell if you’re blind or stupid. What part of anything post Rise to Greatness has been about ‘control’ for me? I went from having control of every match for the world title – before and during it - to having none at all. I went from dominating the main-event practically every show, to slowly having others do so. Or did you miss how the pay-per-view ended? Despite me having, what was easily, the match of the night?

The reason I am who I am isn’t because I have to ‘control everything’ and ‘fear chaos’ or ‘who’s world champion’, but because it doesn’t matter to me. It’s because I know that, regardless of that chaos or who holds the world title, I will always rise above. I will always be the last one left standing. I don’t know if anyone’s told you this, Adam, but SCW is going through a bit of a faze right now. It’s called the ‘Wild Wild West’ and while its ‘instigator’ has been as big a failure as you have been assumptive and arrogant, I have thrived in that environment. Between ‘Hot-Foot’ Xander, ‘Crybaby’ Hudson, and ‘Weapons-Galore’ Raab, not to mention Mason running around with Brittany Lohan playing with matches, I have remained dominant. I have survived. I have thrived. In matches that would have seen you have another ‘freak accident’ as your body inevitably quit on you.

She gives another tilt of her head.

That’s the true difference between us, Adam. It’s not that I can’t see the ‘eye of the hurricane’, you foolish wolf. It’s because I AM the eye of the hurricane. I am the one that all this chaos and ‘wild west’ swirls around! And when it ends, as it inevitably does and has before – regardless of who holds the world title, who is the powerhouse stable, who declares themselves this and that - I, as I always have been, will still be the only one standing, with all that I desire in my hands.

Don’t believe me? Ask Xander Valentine, the world champion. Ask Hudson, the two-time failure. Ask Kristen Scott – ask anyone. Because unlike you, running his mouth off in only his second match back in SCW with zero to show for it, I have the history and accolades to prove my words! A history of setting a bar and watching foe after foe fail to reach it. Of watching superstar after superstar fail to surpass my limits, not because I ‘seek those that can’t’, Brock, but because no one in SCW truly can.

The Snow Queen takes a deep breath, though she remains calm, allowing her words to settle before continuing. You have chosen foolishness in this, Adam, choosing the cliché lines of me ‘never facing someone like Adam Brock before’ and acting ‘all-knowing’ in a land you couldn’t navigate through the first time. When in reality, you should be terrified. Because you don’t know the first thing about me if your little speech is any indication. Because if I could stun the SCW Universe into silence with my violence towards Mason, just who – or what – is headed your way this Breakdown? Who or what will stand in the ring with you? The woman you “think” you know? The Snow Queen that SCW thinks they knew? Or the woman that dismantled Blake Mason before their very eyes?

Like I said, Brock, a Frost was responsible for ending your time here last time… now the greater Frost stands before you, having just put someone else on the shelf. And whether it’s ‘business’ or ‘personal’ for you facing me, I could not care less, nor will I promise one or the other. I will be whatever I desire to be in that ring. Whether I simply be your ‘reality check’ back into SCW… or I paint the canvas with your blood as well: the choice is not yours – but entirely mine.

Her eyes grow more distant… detached… the same as they were that night in bloodied ring.

Whether you want to believe it… or not…

The camera faces on the cold features of the Snow Queen before fading entirely to black.