Selena Frost vs. Colleen MacDonald

[Konrad Raab]

2 RP Limit for singles

3500 Word Limit Per RP

Deadline: 11:59:59 pm ET THURSDAY, May 8, 2025 (The show still takes place on May 8)

[SnowQueenSCW]

Villain of the Year

”Seeing Things From The Top of the World”

Eyrie Tower
New York City, New York
May 5th, 2025
7:34pm

It had been so long since she had seen her eldest daughter – her snowflake – so happy… which only made her more and more uneasy, though the Snow Queen did all she could not to show it.

It had been a strange couple of weeks since Elsianna had come to them with the most shocking of news… that she had been asked out on a date by her best friend, Asuna Gray. And not just a ‘play-date’ like a sleep-over or some game night of Dungeons and Dragons like Selena had hosted when she still lived in her and Deanna’s ‘Manhattan Forever Home’, no… an actual date-date. With feelings and kids thinking they “liked liked” one another.

And while Deanna had taken the news in a rather delighted manner, Selena had been far more worried about her twelve-year-old child. The fact that Elsa had had a great time and was happy had not done anything to alleviate those worries.

She’s in the honeymoon phase right now… Selena sighed as she looked out the large window that took up the majority of the wall of the sitting room. With such a view, she could gaze down upon so much of New York City. She could see, a bit in the distance, the bright lights of Times Square and Broadway. She could see the streets below her, even the clouds were beneath her – the very attitude she had adapted within SCW – that of the ‘World Ruler’. She sighed a little as her mind, inevitably, came around to her work (thankful for the break from fretting over her daughter), causing her to draw her hands up and down her arms, feeling the soft, silky fabric of her favorite magenta nightgown. Things were so different now… everywhere, in everything she was and could do… but still, behind closed doors, in the privacy of her castle, she could still wear her favorite clothes. She could still have her hair in its iconic braid and not be a symbol of a villain but rather what it always been – her idea. Her desire to find her own style and look that was hers – it was why untying it was always the last thing she did before going to bed (sometimes not even doing that and sleeping with the braid still tied).

She had so few things that had been ‘hers’ – that was ‘Selena Frost’, or the Selena Frost she had been years ago before everything went to hell, that she clung to what few things were left with all she had. Even if she was the only person that knew of some of them.

Another sigh as she felt the familiar need for the cold. Without a word, the Snow Queen walked the short distance out of the sitting/family room, around the corner and towards the door that lead to the balcony. Opening it, she let the cool, spring breeze hit her. As winter had taken awhile to get to New York this year, so to was it taking its time leaving, which was fine with her, as she savoured the colder temperatures as she stepped out onto the balcony to add the sounds of the city that never sleeps to the view.

Reaching out, her hands found the wooden rail that kept her from falling off the balcony into the traffic below, her sapphire eyes eyeing the massive drop and the small lights below. She had imagined it before, falling from that height. It would be like flying for a bit of time, wouldn’t it? No going back. No undoing what was done once she had let go? But for a moment, she knew, she’d feel like flying before it all went black. Quietly, with a sad smile gracing her lips, she shook her head knowingly, tapping a knuckle on the rail.

These thoughts always brought around the inevitable question: Where would she go when it was her time? She had always spoken about a ‘heaven’ though she didn’t believe in the puffy-cloud kingdom that her stepmother had drilled into her with the ‘Catholic-heavy’ crowd of Nome, Alaska. But ‘heaven’ was easier to explain to her own children than philosophies of religion and the never-ending war between them over something as stupid as ‘which ONE is right and which ONES are wrong’, as if anyone could possibly be 100% right in that endeavour. It was ridiculous. People were so fickle, changing their minds in a second, ignoring signs and anything that didn’t favor their ‘perception’, incapable of solving problems in their own lives. Hell, they hadn’t even conquered the idea of death, but the world kept trying to teach that ‘one religion was right and all others were wrong’, while at war with all other religions that thought the same thing?

No wonder she had, eventually, become the villain of SCW, hated regardless of her words or actions. It was just ‘how things had become’. Which lead her back to her previous question. When it was all said and done… where would SHE go?

If there was a paradise somewhere out there, beyond the scope of such fools like CHBK and the others, would there be a place for her there? A place that could see the good she was trying to do? A place that looked beyond mistakes or errors in judgment and judged a person’s heart like she had been taught in her childhood? Or had she doomed herself with her adopted villainy? Had she, in becoming the ‘Villain of SCW’, lost the right to that place, her very soul now set to procure residence in hell, or whatever it truly was?

Could someone out there forgive her?
Was she even deserving of it?
Or were things just… too far gone?

She sighed again, leaning her elbows on the wooden rail. She could see the small dots of lights that zipped across the ground below her, cars and buses rushing to their destination, everyone in a hurry to reach their ‘goal’ of travel. The wind moved her hair a little, not strong enough to pull it, but to tussle it in the breeze. She let it, it felt good, and allowed another sigh to escape her, nobody hearing or seeing her high above in the darkness.

Work… SCW… couldn’t have been going better for the most part. While her heart ached for Glory Braddock, the platinum-blonde had faith in the woman in making the most of it. But she blamed herself. She had anticipated a hard match with the British Bombshell and Syren back at Rebirth – both former world champions – and she had played her cards best she could to get Glory to see her point of view, which had not been as hard as she had thought, a comforting thought for the Snow Queen. She had merely wanted the woman she respected to see the situation for what it truly was. Syren’s involvement had turned what could have been a classic match between her and Glory into a ‘shortcut’ for Syren. Not that Selena could even blame the Hall of Famer.

Syren had tried so many times to ‘get back’ into the ‘ruling ways’ she had had when she had been at the top of the mountain. When Syren had been synonymous with “The Best Wrestler in the World”. But ever since Selena had showed up, along with the likes of Regan Street, Sienna Swann, Glory Braddock – a wave of women coming in to challenge SCW and the world title picture, Syren had, slowly, lost her footing, until, despite all the chances SCW had HANDED her to regain the world title, she couldn’t do it. So, now, Syren was no better than Hudson and the others, coming in when it was ‘convenient’ and the most ‘opportune’, not to ‘rule’ like Selena was doing year-round, but to simply have a ‘moment’ where they held the world title and pretended they were the best. In Syren’s case, the woman was willing to take any shortcut to get there, probably because it hurt so much – to have gone from the absolute best there was to… well, not even close.

Selena shook her head. If Rebirth had proven anything, it was that Syren could still go, but her best seemed to be somewhere in the midcard while Selena, herself, continued to dominate. Even so, she had made a mistake at Rebirth. She had been so sore and beaten down, parts of her still ached from all the punishing blows she had taken from both Syren and Glory, that she had lost sight of her goal. Somewhere in the match, she had thrown away her ‘best scenario goal’ in pinning Syren and sending the woman to spot number 1, thus keeping Glory free of any complications.

It had all happened so fast… she wasn’t even sure how she had gotten into that situation, or how she had kicked out of that last superkick from Syren… but in the moment that followed, the Snow Queen had been conscious enough to see the opportunity, shoving Glory into Syren, causing enough of a distraction for her to capitalize and win. That had been what mattered. That she win. That she keep going in her dominance. That she remained ‘the person’ to beat in SCW.

Because it wasn’t Xander anymore…

Another sigh escaped the Snow Queen. “Dammit…” she whispered, hating herself for that. She had wasted little time being checked by the doctor following her match at Rebirth, opting to disappear into her limo-bus to watch the world title match. And, for a time, she had truly believed Xander was going to make it past James Evans, thus securing his place further. But he hadn’t… He had been outnumbered, the Fall of Man opting to hedge their bet with an ambushing onslaught that not even the Executioner could outlast – she doubted she could for Odin’s sake!

And now? Xander had been knocked off the board. Perhaps he would be a problem in the royale for Selena – or rather, something for her to look forward to – but… she sighed. It didn’t matter what she had wanted in the ‘best case scenario’, just like it didn’t matter who was world champion when it was her turn to cash it all in. The end result would be the same.

With her as the world champion once more.

Still, the part of her that was still ‘her’, like her nightgown, could still be dismayed that it wasn’t Xander that was waiting for her with the world title. That it wouldn’t be the Executioner that would be pushing her to the limit to prove her ‘destiny’.

“The road not taken….” Her words whispered into the night as she scanned all of New York City that she could see in the night’s darkness. Keeping Glory out of the locked-in-first-spot, Xander being champion, these were just some of the trimmings to her path that just could not be. She’d adapt to it, she always did. Still, there was some satisfaction in her for beating Syren and preventing another ‘Give Syren ANOTHER chance she didn’t earn’ plan that management and – she knew – Alex were fond of.

Still, Fall of Man were growing in power, and the last thing she wanted was for them to get in her way until it was time. For a moment, Selena’s mind drifted back to her earlier ‘ideas’, the idea of forming a counter-strike team: Light in the Darkness, Glory Braddock- Selena had certainly THOUGHT of this many times – her, along with women she respected. Amelia and Luz, for sure, Glory, and of course, Polly-

The thought of the last woman caused a bolt of sadness to course through her, the events of last Breakdown rearing its ugly head in her mind. It had, seemingly, become a point where she couldn’t even finish an in-ring segment without someone wanting to make a statement through her. But… this was different than competition with Glory or the annoyance she had felt with Syren’s interrupting.

She had… genuinely felt for Polly. For months, she had chatted on and off with the young woman, because Selena could see so much potential with her. And, for a time, things had seemed to look promising! Polly had won the Television Title, even acquiring a steady reign (sure as hell beat Selena’s one with that title). From there, it was supposed to be onto bigger singles titles like the Underground or the Adrenaline, maybe even the Interim United States Championship. But instead, the poor girl had met more roadblocks she couldn’t get past. Even with Marissa on her side, Polly still couldn’t get through that glass-ceiling… which, while shocking, made her actions all the more understandable to Selena.

The girl was just trying to make a name for herself. Afterall, Colleen was doing it. The Snow Queen shook her head. Colleen had taken the Underground division by storm when she had acquired the title. Had pushed the ‘icon’ of that division in Kimberly Williams to the brink and retained! The fickleness of Kimberly and the fans notwithstanding, though unsurprising to Selena, Colleen was breaking out on her own out of the Playgirls camp despite her friendship with Polly and Ainsling.

But then there was Polly…

Selena could understand the frustration. She had not had to deal with something like this before. When Deanna had begun making a name for herself, Selena was still at the top of the mountain, still was. There had never been a time where the redhead had been at the forefront of the company while Selena stayed in the back. It just hadn’t worked out that way. From The House of Frost to her year-long-reign as United States Champion, Deanna was still seen as the ‘lower-level Frost’ despite her best efforts, which wasn’t her fault, just how high Selena pushed herself to be at the highest level possible. And if that changed, which Selena believed that it would, she wanted to believe she would be supportive of the woman she still loved. That she would still support and encourage her.

But there was also the chance of resentment, which was clearly the case for Polly. The woman was seeing one of her closest friends have success after success while Polly, herself, struggled to keep up. Thus, what happened on Breakdown, was less true anger and bitterness and jealousy and more desperation.

Polly was desperate. Desperate to keep up with Colleen and break the glass ceiling that Selena had told her about months ago. Another exhale came from the platinum-blonde. It was a glass-ceiling that she could not break for Polly, no matter how much she wanted to.

Glory.
Xander.
Polly.

She couldn’t help any of them now. They all wanted the same thing: to win the Taking Hold of the Flame royale. Which meant that they were just in her way at this point. People that she would have to see eliminated in order for her year-long plans to come through. Did she like it? Of course she didn’t! Part of her still wanted to help those that had done so much for SCW. People that were struggling like her in that place and people that had been where she was years ago – overlooked for four years for the world title picture.

She wanted to help them…

But she had come too far and lost too much to put her own path on hold now. They would just have to wait and find other ways. Other things to take solace in while she worked her way through to her inevitable conclusion.

Inevitable conclusion… her eyes gazed down towards the city streets once more, the 1400 ft giving her a little rush as she watched the city below. Definitely like flying… she sighed before hearing the phone ring from inside her home. Turning her head away, she slowly re-entered her abode, reaching over to pluck the white phone that hung against the wall, the Snow Queen still requiring a landline – well… not requiring, but preferring – along with a cellphone.

Bringing the phone to her ear, she closed the door behind her. “Hello?”

“Hey.” Came the familiar voice. “It’s me.”
“Deanna?” Selena asked.
“Yes. Who else?”
“You know your voice sounds different on the phone.”

“Yes, it’s Deanna!” The Snow Queen could literally sense the redhead rolling her eyes at Selena’s previous statement. “Are you busy?”

“Busy?” Selena gazed out the window towards the balcony she had just been on. “No, not really. Just… thinking about stuff. Everything alright?”

“I think so.” The younger woman’s voice seemed hesitant, which did not go unnoticed by the platinum-blonde.
“You hesitated there.” She observed. “Something I should know?”

There was a moment of hesitation on the other end of the line, which was enough to create a slight spark of concern within Selena. Despite this, she remained silent, opting to let her ex-wife speak when she was good and ready.

“I mean…” she heard Deanna breathe. “That’s the reason I called. But it’s nothing bad.” She seemed to take a breathe to calm her own nerves, Selena still remaining silent as the redhead did so. “Dorian and Sybil want to meet us tonight.”

“The Grays?” Selena asked in surprise, recognizing the names of the family that lived a few houses down from the Frost ‘Forever Home’ in Manhattan. “Why would they want to talk to us?”

“I imagine…” Deanna answered. “It has to do with Asuna and Elsianna dating.”

Selena almost cursed herself for not coming to that answer on her own. It was beyond obvious! “Right… Yeah, that makes sense.”

“Can you…” she heard that same hesitation in Deanna’s voice. “You think you could make your way down here? Like now?”

“Now?” Selena asked, casting her eyes towards the phone attached to the wall, flicking on a light switch to see the time displayed within the phone’s upper screen. “What time did you give them?” the Snow Queen settled on asking.

“I didn’t.” came Deanna’s answer. “But they seemed really desiring to speak to us and I told them I’d at least try and call you to see if we could arrange something. I’m just…” a huff escaped her, the sound drifting into Selena’s ear. “Selena, what could they possibly want? I was there the whole date. Nothing bad happened. They didn’t do anything inappropriate-“

The redhead was worried, any idiot could see that. And it made sense to Selena. The parents of one child wanting to talk to the parents of the other in the equation – and immediately at that – certainly seemed odd and incited nothing but ‘concern’ when considered. Still, Selena oddly found herself rather calm despite this news.

“If they want to talk, I can be there at 9 tonight. Tell them to be there by then. I’ll change and be on my way.”

Immediately, she heard the sigh of relief come from the other woman. “Thank you.” She heard Deanna whisper. “I’ll call them now.”

“Okay. I’ll be there shortly.” The platinum-blonde nodded her head. “Make some tea for us, okay? Something tells me we’ll need something to calm our nerves.”

“Got it.” The redhead agreed. “I’ll see you soon.”

“Alright. I love you.” She hung up the phone and immediately was on the move, stripping out of her nightgown and heading towards the shower for a cold soak to full sharpen and awaken her sense.

And yet… it wasn’t until she had finished washing, dressing, and getting into her Aston Martin on the ground floor parking lot that the former world champion even realized the last thing she had said to her ex-wife… the little slip she had let get by once again…

[Jay Gold]

Season 6 / Episode 37 / Keep Moving On (Part 1 - Battlefield)

[Jay Gold]

Season 6 / Episode 38 / Keep Moving On (Part 2 - The Way I Am)

[SnowQueenSCW]

Villain of the Year

”Seeing Things From Another Point of View”

Frost ‘Forever Home’
Manhattan, New York
May 5th, 2025
8:48pm

She sat on the couch, her left hand gently tapping the ceramic white tea cup she held. The heat from the tea did all it could to quell her uneasiness, allowing the Snow Queen to stay seated as she alternated between tapping her drink and sipping it.

Which was more than could be said of Deanna who continued to pace back and forth in front of the former world champion, her teeth working away at her thumb’s nail in nervous twitch.

“You’re working yourself up.” Selena sighed as she watched her ex. “It’s just making going to make us more nervous.”
“Doubt that.” Deanna shot back, half-laugh and half-huff. “What could possibly be the problem?”

“I am sure they will tell us when they get here.” Selena answered, her eyes jumping towards any of the devices that displayed the time.

“How can you be so calm?” she suddenly heard Deanna remark, turning her head to see the redhead standing there in disbelief.

“You think I’m calm?” Selena laughed before gesturing towards herself. While she had managed to change into blue jeans and a dark-green sweater, she had had no time to even apply the most basic of makeup to her face. Even her hair, still damp from the quick shower she had allowed herself to have, looked more like a half-dry towel than the thick braid it usually was. “I look like I was caught in a rainstorm.”

Deanna scoffed without thinking. “You look beautiful.” She spoke, also without thought. “You always do.”
“You’re one to talk.” Selena threw back thoughtlessly.

It took a second for the two women to realize what they were saying to one another, Selena opting to quickly sip her tea to still her tongue from speaking. “Moving along.” She settled on saying, causing Deanna to resume her pacing for a few steps before the redhead returned her attention back to the seated platinum-blonde.

“Selena…” it was as if, while her attention was on Selena, Deanna’s eyes couldn’t quite meet the older woman’s face. “What if…” she scratched her head nervously. “You think this is about it being Elsianna? Like… another girl?”

Selena’s eyes found Deanna’s, her spine stiffening at the question. She’d be lying if the thought hadn’t crossed her mind at least once. The Grays had always been kind to them, never showing any ill-treatment to their family based on their same-sex marriage. But it was one thing to live with it around you. It was another matter when it was your own family.

She was about to open her mouth to answer when there was a knock on the door, causing Selena to almost spill her tea. Quickly, the Snow Queen placed the cup over a coaster before pushing herself to her feet, following Deanna as the shorter woman made her way to the front door. Selena had caught up to her by the time she had reached for the door handle, standing right behind her as the door opened. Standing before them, dressed in coats and their own set of simple clothes were Dorian and Sybil.

“Hi.” Deanna offered best she could.
“Thank you for seeing us so late.” Sybil tried before her eyes spotted Selena. “You too, Selena.” She added.
“Of course.” Selena nodded as they let the Grays in, offering to take their coats, which was declined.
“We won’t stay too long.” Dorian stated politely. “It’s quite late as it is.”
“Again, we’re very sorry.” Sybil added, which got a nod from her husband.

Before any of them could speak, Selena held up a hand to get everyone’s attention. “Let’s move this to the family room.” She proposed. “The children are sleeping.” Earning a nod from the Grays, she lead them back into the room she and Deanna had been, only this time, she closed the sliding door behind her as she entered last, trying to add as much of a buffer to the conversation as possible.

There in the room, Dorian and Sybil took a seat on the couch, politely declining any tea or drink Deanna offered.

“I am sure you know what we wanted to talk about.” Dorian started, earning a nod from both Frost-women.
“Elsianna and Asuna, I imagine.” Selena answered. “I must admit, it surprised us too.” Seeing Deanna sit in the large, reclining chair, she opted to sit on the arm of it next to her. “We were kind of surprised by it too.” She eyed Deanna. “Elsa didn’t say anything until Asuna arrived at our house that night.”

“We didn’t find out till we found this…” Sybil answered, reaching into her pocket to reveal a folded-up piece of line paper and handing it to Deanna, who unfolded it, allowing Selena to read it over the redhead’s shoulder. On the paper were drawings, some pencil, some pen, some black, some blue. But they all were the same thing. Hearts. Little hearts, big hearts, hearts with names in them, hearts with just initials. ‘E + A’, ‘Elsa + Asuna’, ‘Asuna Frost’, ‘Elsianna Gray’.

“We found that in one of Asuna’s pockets when doing laundry.” Sybil shrugged.

For a moment, Deanna cast a glance at Selena, around the same time Selena moved her head to glance at her. Despite their current separated-status, it was so easy to read the other’s expressions and thoughts with such direct eye-contact.

“What is it that bothers you about this?” Selena asked slowly, looking away from Deanna. “Is it that it’s Elsa?”
A slow exhale came from Dorian. “Yes…”
“But not the way you’re thinking!” Sybil quickly added. “It’s not because she’s a girl.”
“It’s not?” Deanna asked in surprise.

“Of course not!” Dorian stated firmly. “I mean… it is, but it isn’t.”
“I don’t follow.” Deanna shook her head.
“It’s not that.” Sybil assured Deanna. “The alternative lifestyle never bothered us.”
“Actually… we sort of envied you two.”
“Us?!” Selena asked in surprise, earning a nod from Dorian.

“You both seemed so in tune with one another, always standing united. We saw all these little things all these years and it… well, it helped our marriage because…” He stole a glance towards Sybil, who nodded her head. “It gave us something to strive for. That connection.”

“Yeah, well…” Selena laughed a little bitterly, pushing herself off the chair. “Make sure you only read the earlier editions because I royally screwed that up.”

“Selena.” Deanna pressed. “Now’s not the time.” Her tone booked no argument. “We are talking about out daughters.” She returned her gaze to the Grays. “What is it that bothers you?”

The Grays shared a glance for a moment before Sybil spoke. “We’re worried about what they may face once word gets out. Elsa’s already dealt with so much and… there’s the matter of Leslie…”

Selena heard Deanna groan at the name-drop. “Right…” the redhead remarked, recalling the bigoted neighbour. “She’ll have a lot to say.”
“I’m more concerned with what they will face at school.” Dorian stated. “It’s far more open, but children are children.”

The four parents nodded as they sat in the room, silence meeting them for a few minutes.

“You think we should just ex-nay the whole thing?” Dorian finally asked, earning a quick shake of the head from – surprisingly enough – Selena.

“No.” She stated, moving around the room, while in view of the others. “We do that and we’re just hurting them.” She sighed. “And if we tell them ‘no’, they’re just going to find a way to do it anyway. Besides…” she eyed all three of the other parents. “Do they deserve that?” she asked. “This whole thing could be a phase. Even the fact that they are girls.”

“Selena…”

“I’m not saying it will be.” Selena stopped Deanna’s protest. “But we’re trying to predict the future on the feelings of our kids. And those change as they grow up. It happens, Deanna. You know it and I know it. Elsa and Asuna have been raised in loving and very accepting households. So they don’t always see or know the dangers of alternate lifestyles. So, I can see where Dorian and Sybil are coming from. You and I both know it’s not as ‘easy’ as we made it out to be.”

Despite herself, Deanna hushed and gave a short nod of her head.

“But, even so, and despite my own worries, we have to let them go through with this. Whether it lasts a few days or a few months or however long. And if it leads to heartbreak or hurt feelings or anything like we are fearing…” she gave a shrug of her shoulders. “Then we’ll be there for that too. Be there for when they fight, be there for when they can’t get along, be there when they feel against the world, be there when they don’t understand bigotry. All of it…” she sighed, reaching up to swipe at her eyes with her hand. “But if we try and stop it now just because of what-ifs… we’re just telling them that those kinds of feelings are wrong. We’ll just be hurting our children. The very thing we are trying to avoid with this conversation.”

Another bit of silence filled the room, save for the Snow Queen’s exhale. Despite it, however, she could see Dorian and Sybil nodding their heads with small smiles. She could see Deanna looking at her with unshed tears in her eyes.

“I think… we just needed to hear that.” Dorian settled on saying before taking Sybil’s hand. “Come on, dear. We’ve taken up enough of our friends’ time.” Sybil nodded, the four saying nothing except the kind farewells as the Frosts walked the Grays to the door.

Closing the door behind the Grays as they left, Selena released a long exhale, placing her head against the cool wood before turning around. “Well, that wasn’t so bad.” She settled on saying. “Bit emotional, but I think we’re on the same page-“

Her words died in her throat as she suddenly felt Deanna’s lips on hers! All rational thought went black. All understanding fled her mind. It was as if she had been shot and her body was too stunned to respond!

It was over in a second with Deanna pulling away. “I’m sorry.” She whispered, keeping a short distance between her and Selena. “I just was so overwhelmed and –“ she sniffled a little, her emotions calling the shots. “So proud of you. How you handled that.”

“I…” Selena stammered, every part of her trying to will up her guards and numb state to take control, her mantra raging in her mind. “It’s no problem.” She settled on saying, despite her lips still burning from that kiss. “We’ll figure it out.” She added, her hand reaching for the door. “I’ll call in the morning to talk more about this. I fly out to Britain tomorrow afternoon, okay?”

“O…okay…” Deanna nodded her head, as if slowly realizing what she had just done. “I…” she stopped herself as Selena opened the door. “Thank you.” She settled on saying.

“Don’t need to thank me.” Selena shook her head, unable to have eye-contact with her ex. “I’ll call you.”

She managed to get outside and into her car without saying anything else. It was only when she was halfway down the street and turning the corner back to the interstate to get back to NYC that she allowed herself to fully breathe…

And curse her own stupidity…  
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The Royal Letter

Dear SCW,

Well… are we still going to pretend that we don’t believe? Are we still going to maintain that what I say is not happening? What did I say, SCW Universe? Did I not say that simply ‘calling your shot’ was not going to work this year? That this was SO much bigger than the last few royales of the past years? That this was so much more than simply rolling in out of nowhere and stealing the spot for the main-event of Rise to Greatness?!

I told you this was MY world. I told you all that this was MY path. I told you all that I could not be stopped. I begged anyone to try and stop me. I begged anyone to TRY and knock me off this path!

The “Best in the World” couldn’t do it!
The self-proclaimed “Most Decorated Female Wrestler in SCW” couldn’t do it!

And now? Here I stand with the best chance to make it happen. I stand here with everything in my favor. Everything working exactly as it was meant to! And you STILL don’t want to believe?

At some point, people, you’re just looking like fools. At some point, you’re just some idiots putting your fingers in your ears and going “LA! LA! LA! LA!” over and over again. Because what are you going to do when I come in at spot 40, a woman that has beaten practically EVERY other entrant in some form or fashion? What are you going to do when I, who could take down any of those entrants when the odds are even (just ask the now FORMER world champion), come in fresh while they are tired? Come in focused while they are weary? Come in driven when they are questioning being part of this marathon? And what are you going to do when I toss out the last person and stand there as the winner of the 2025 Taking Hold of the Flame royale? When I point at that Rise to Greatness sign and yell “I TOLD YOU SO!” at the top of my lungs?!

What then, SCW Universe?

Or am I getting ahead of myself? Because it seems that while none of YOU may believe in that fixed-future, there are some who do. Because I’ve already become the target of several entrants. People that need to talk about me. People that need to mention me because I am, now, thanks to CHBK’s meddling, the most dangerous threat to every single person in that royale…

People that need to attack me…

Polly… it didn’t have to be this way. I get that you’re frustrated. Things haven’t been working out for you despite my advice. The glass-ceiling still hangs over your head despite your best efforts. And with your loss at Rebirth at the hands of some new girls trying to do a bad Tatum McGraw impression, I get that it’s all come to a boiling point for you.

Here you have your friend, Colleen, achieving so much – probably where you want to be, I imagine. And me, the person that gave you that advice so many months ago? Who tried to lead you to Trios glory – and had it not been for Blake Mason, we would have had it – now on the cusp of her own great destiny and you feel… left behind.

But there were so many better ways to go about this, Polly. You could have simply challenged me to a match. Could have talked to me about it. Could have done a hundred different things than what you did.

But… you did do what you did… and now I have to do what I have to do…

And Polly, unlike Colleen, I am not going to serve you some empty words on a plate, hold your hand or pet your head and tell you it’s ‘all going to work out’. Yes, Colleen, I am talking to you now.

Personally, Colleen, I am taking no pride in this. I actually wish this match didn’t have to happen. Because I hated what you had to go through last Breakdown. I hated that you were so disrespected. By the SCW Universe, by Kimberly, it’s beyond unreasonable and beyond unfair.

I get it. I live it every day with these people. So does Glory Braddock. You are simply part of a toxic culture that is ungrateful and blind to what is before them. If you don’t agree with everything they say or do, you are the enemy. If you have a difference of opinion, you are vilified. Because you did EVERYTHING THEY wanted you to do – and they still don’t respect you. Kimberly still doesn’t respect you.

I do. I get it. I’ve been where you are for much longer. Which is why I am telling you how tonight, here in England, is going to go.

Because I hate that I have to do it this way.

On paper, this would be a hell of a match. The World-Ruler versus The Underground Champion. Am I right? Face of SCW versus the new face of the Underground division, yes? But… this has become something more than that…

And you have yourself and Polly to blame.

Because you have failed Polly, Colleen. You know why Polly attacked me last Breakdown, Colleen? Why she came after me and no one else? It’s not because of my forty-spot. It’s because my words, my advice, were what she needed. Because I’ve been the voice, the advice, the force that has driven her – and she needs that driving force now. She is looking to me for answers because YOU and Marissa have failed to give her any. Oh yes, you can hold her hand and you can soothe her with empty platitudes, to be sure, Colleen. But I am the one that is giving her solutions. I am the one whose words stay in her head and propel her forwards.

That’s who I am. I am the one that wants to do what is best for Polly. To give her what she needs, not necessarily what she wants.

And what she has chosen – what she has decided to need – is a hatred of me. She needs to hate me, it seems…

And I’m not going to try and talk nice to her like you do. I’m not going to try and plead my case with her or try and get her to see the reality of her situation. No… I’m going to give her so much more than that.

I’m going to give her a reason to hate me, Colleen. I’m going to give her ALL the reasons to hate me.

And that’s why you and I can’t just have this incredible match between a champion of SCW and the best of SCW. It’s simply… not enough.

And I am sorry for that. Testing my skills against yours would have been fun, but this has become so much bigger than that. And I feel sorry for what I am about to do, because what I have to do now is simply take almost everything from you.

To be clear, I’m not after your title. I have no desire for it. Why would I care about that when the World title will soon be mine? No, Colleen, what tonight is is me taking your momentum. Taking your credibility. Taking everything you have amassed these past few months with that Underground title… and just exposing it when I destroy you.

I am… I am sorry for that, Colleen. But this is on Polly. Like I said, this is genuinely hers and your fault. You failing her as a friend and loved one and she failing to think of any other way to go about this. Because tonight, this isn’t about simply beating a woman that’s had a nice bit of good fortune and some big wins. This isn’t about simply beating a champion of SCW anymore.

This is about hurting you. This is about embarrassing you. This is about doing so much damage to you that Polly is driven into the very rage she desires – the hatred for me that she so desperately wants.

Are you seeing it now, Colleen? Are you seeing what I intend to do? I intend to do what you have failed to do and HELP Polly once more. And that will come as I dismantle you in the middle of the ring. As I beat you from pillar to post to the point where the officials, the commentary, the very SCW Universe, and our friend, Polly, are begging me to stop.

But I won’t.

Even when your aches and pains from your match with Kimberly flare up and slow you down, I won’t stop.
Even when the official begs me to stop because you’re already beaten to the ground, I won’t stop.
Even when the commentary begs me to stop because I’ve already proven my point that I cannot be stopped… I won’t stop.
Even Polly comes running out and begs me to stop… I won’t stop.

I won’t stop my assault, Colleen, until there is nothing left but the very hatred Polly desires in her heart. A hatred that she will take to Taking Hold of the Flame and unleash on me.

Because then I will stop it. Just like I will stop you… and every single person that gets in my way. Whether you all want to believe it… or not…

Welcome to MY world, Colleen. Hope you don’t take tonight too personally…

Sincerely,
Selena Michelle Frost
The World-Ruler