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Selena Frost vs. Ace Marshall; SCW World Championship
Topic Started: Aug 19 2017, 04:05 AM (147 Views)
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SCW's Queen of Queens/The Goddess of Desire
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SCW World Championship
Selena Frost vs. Ace Marshall



2 RP Limit for EACH match (2 RP total for tag matches too)
Deadline: NOON ET WEDNESDAY, August 23, 2017
(NOTE THE DIFFERENT DEADLINE)
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OOC: Following takes place earlier last week. Promo airs this week and is the only thing that is on-camera. Posted in 2 parts due to length.


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Selena opened her eyes and was immediately met by darkness. Why wouldn't she see anything but? It was the middle of the night and the blinds on her “Believe It” bus was drawn shut. She hadn't wanted to be awoken by the sun creeping into her windows while she slept on the bus ride back home – and it was going to be a doozy of a ride home from Phoenix to Manhattan. Still, she turned in her bed, her body hurting from every possible place.

Rise to Greatness was over. It was over.

Her spine hurt from the powerbombs she had received from Cain, her head hurt from the many kicks and punches, her legs hurt, her ribs hurt – if her body was a board game, it would be Operation, because every part of her felt like it was being pulled out slowly by tweezers.

I need some Advil... she half-thought/half-groaned as she pushed herself out of bed, her feet meeting the carpeted floor of her “bus-bedroom”. With a yawn, she barely recognized the time as 2:54am. Everyone else would probably still be partying at the Rise to Greatness post-party. Selena shook her head. Not her - she didn't care if she looked like a prude or a no-fun nark or whatever term Ace Marshall was sure to come up with in the future.

Her two dearest friends: Kelcey and Sienna had lost so what point was there in celebrating, really? Besides, the Snow Queen didn't trust herself. Around the free-travelling wave of booze that was assuredly at said party, and the way she felt both physically and emotionally? She didn't want to be anywhere near alcohol right now.

Even if the only solution was to go to an empty house.

Reaching the bathroom, reached out to open the drawer in the cupboard closest to the entry-way before flicking on the light. She found the bottle of Advil – she had vowed never to take anything stronger for pain unless absolutely necessary (her quiet history with NX a reminder of alternatives) and her fractured ribs – well, they were no longer fractured. Selena took a moment to place a hand against her ribcage gently. They were sore from being kicked but she had dealt with much worse. Her back was the real pain. Speaking of which...

Selena opened the bottle to take two of the beautiful blue pills before flicking on the light. To her bathroom. A nice, warm bath would soothe her as well. True, it was drain her energy, but with her being cleared for at least a week until the World Hazard Festival, she could afford some extra sleep days.

Turning the cold water on in the sink, Selena cupped her free hand to fill it with water to place in her mouth along with her pills, swallowing the medication with ease. Using both of her free hands, Selena quickly splashes cold water on her face before lifting her head up, her eyes seeing the mirror on the wall...

The sight before her causing her to cry out in terror and push herself away from the sink. Because there, in that reflection, she saw herself, yes, as any mirror would hold – but with red, crimson hair!

“No! No! No!” she cried out, stumbling back and falling on her rear, her back slamming against the corner of support-wall and tub. Yet, as her head his the same structure, her eyes closed. The wall did not feel like the cold tile that it was suppose to be and neither did the floor. Both were cushioned, soft... it was unnatural...

Desperately, for they suddenly felt so heavy, Selena flung her eyes opened and gasped for air – why was breathing suddenly so difficult?! - she was suddenly blinded by a bright white light that stung her eyes. The pain in her body was suddenly far more prominent – her back felt like it was literally on fire. Why wasn't the Advil working? - her bus was gone...she wasn't there.

“Wha-” she tried but her throat was tight as well.

“Well...well...well...” came the thick, smug voice that had poisoned her ears for so many months. She tried to turn her head, but it was heavy as well. Not that she had to, for the bastard that was Vixen Cain strolled into her view. “Look's like our Sleeping Beauty finally woke up... did the kiss help?”

She almost threw-up at that question – the very idea that this vile creature had touched her in such an intimate way – a way only Deanna was permitted to. Instinctively, her hands flew up to wrap around his neck, but they never reached more than half an inch from the throne in which she said. Looking down, she saw the handcuffs – Wiseman's handcuffs – locked around her wrists, binding her to the red-plush throne chair that she currently occupied.

“Oh no no no.” chimed the, quite easily, most hated man in SCW. “We can't have any of that. You have a bargain to honour.” He looked up, as if past the Snow Queen. “You finished?”

Selena did not hear an answer, but she somehow knew that the responding party was affirming their finish, for she suddenly felt fingers in her hair, saw water flowing across her eyes from above her, saw tendrils of red fall before her eyes.

“Oh yes!” cried Cain as he clapped his hands. “So much better! So much better indeed!” he declared. Selena felt the dread fill her – was her hair...what had he...

“Everyone!” Cain suddenly cupped a hand over his mouth to call loudly. “Come one! Come all! The Red-Haired Snow Queen!” his voice echoed through the halls and, to Selena's horror, slowly, she saw heads poking out of locker-rooms and other hallways. Superstars like Gable Winchester, Autumn Valentine, Ravyn Taylor, Imogen Reed, The F-Ups...so many of them staring at her.

Their reactions were all the same. A look of disbelief before eventually broad grins and joining Vixen Cain in the laughter. Selena watched as they – her peers – pointed and laughed at her as they formed around her “throne”, the barber-shop chair that Cain had gotten specifically for her. She felt the tears sting her eyes but she refused to let them fall. She would not give any of them the satisfaction. She would not let them see the last part of her – her spirit – break like that! She had made this bargain and had failed SCW – she would bare it all without breaking!

“Wow!” came a voice from the crowd as, from the sea of wrestlers, out stumbled a rather intoxicated and – Selena's eyes widened slightly in alarm at the NAKED Ace Marshall that stood before her. Well, not naked, for her had the World Championship wrapped around his waist, concealing his manhood. In one hand, he held a bottle of what looked like champagne. In the other, he held the hand of his wife, Cassidy Carter, who wore a robe that was oddly familiar to the Snow Queen-

“I mean...we were busy celebrating.” Ace's speech was slurred and he seemed FAR too happy. “But we just HAD to come and see this, right, baby?”
“She looks like a candy-cane!” Cassidy mocked with a laugh.
“That she does!” Ace laughed before singing. “Candy-cane! Candy-cane! Candy-cane! Candy-cane!”

It did not take much for the whole audience before her to start the sing-song chant, all pointing their fingers at her and singing. “Candy-cane! Candy-cane! Candy-cane! Candy-cane!”

Closing her eyes, Selena pushed such thoughts to the back of her mind – bringing up memories of her wife, Deanna, of Elsianna and David – their smiling faces, even if she couldn't see them again – her friends Sienna and Kel-

Her eyes flew open as she suddenly recognized the robe that Carter wore. It was Kelcey's! The Perfect 10 had worn it after showering or in the midst of changing in her locker-room when she and Selena had been in discussion – the point was that Selena had seen Kelcey wear it several times. Why was-

“Stop!” Selena cried out, causing the chanting to suddenly cease. Wow, she had never had such power over a crowd of haters. Her eyes focused on Carter. “Where did you get that robe?”

Looking down at the robe and running her hands along it, Cassidy just smiled, purring happily. “It's mine. Because I'm the Perfect Ten now! Aren't I, hunny-buns?” She turned to Ace.
“Baby, you're an ELEVEN out of ten!” Ace answered sickly-sweetly.
“Stop it!” Selena cried out, fighting against the handcuffs. “That isn't yours! It's Kelcey's! Just like that World title isn't yours!”

“Oh but it is!” Ace laughed. “It's all mine! I'M THE WORLD CHAMPION!” he cried out, holding up the champagne bottle in his hand as Cassidy gave a “WOOOO!!” in celebration. For a moment, Selena prayed that Cain would do something – well, Cain-esque – and steal the title or something. Anything to end this nightmare!

“It is a nightmare, isn't it.” Cain whispered as he seemed to suddenly appear next to Selena, kneeling in close to her left side.
“Let me go.” Selena whispered. “You have everything you want, okay? Just let me go so I can-”

“What? Find your friends?” Cain asked with a smile. With a snap of his fingers, the entire crowd was gone, including Ace and Cassidy, probably rushed off to the nearest bathroom stall to oversell their sex-life. None of that really mattered to Selena as she looked down the hall to see two figures. The closest was Sienna Swann, her Platinum sister, angrily marching up and down the halls. She stopped on one side and the angel suddenly punched the wall, releasing an angered “Dammit!” cry. Selena saw the Truelove twins crowded near her, trying to comfort her and feed her ego.

She doesn't need that! Selena's mind cried! She needs a sister! Someone that understands – and maybe some ice-cream and Netflix!

“Sienna!” Selena called out but the Angel didn't hear her. Quickly, Selena tried to get out of the chair but the cuffs kept her from doing little other than rising out of it a step or two. “SIENNA!” she cried louder as Sienna turned around, being ushered by the twins down another hall and away from the Snow Queen. “No...” Selena whispered in quiet sadness but before she could slump in the chair, her eyes caught the other figure – this one closer to her.

“Kelcey?” Selena asked, recognizing the brunette's hair color and figure. She was on the ground, lying against the wall, and her eyes were directly on Selena.

“I failed.” she whispered. “I failed Selena.”
“No.” Selena could not help but cry her response. “I failed. I tried – I tried so hard -”

The Snow Queen's eyes flew up to Cain, who looked at both women as if he had conquered them. “Get out of here.” she cried out. “Please just go home – we can solve this – work this out later – but-”
“Selena...” Kelcey smiled sadly, her eyes filled with unshed tears. “I can't move.”

That one statement sent a chill through the Snow Queen's very heart and soul, shaking her spine. “No...you can't...yes you can, Kelcey! Get up! Run! Fucking run!!!” she cried out, fighting her cuffs.

Kelcey could only bit her lower lip as her body seemed to seize and tighten. “I can't.” she replied.
“AHHH!” Selena cried out, her eyes sealed shut as she yelled, fighting against all of her restraints. She had to break free! She had to get to Kelcey! She had to help her!

“Please!” she begged to Cain, who she could not see anymore. “Let me go! Let me help her! PLEASE! PLEASE! PLEASE! PLEASE!”

“Plea-” Selena's last 'please' died on her lips as her eyes flew open one more time to the sight of the sun peaking into the slight opening in her tent due to not zipping up the flap all the way and the sound of birds chirping. She felt her heart beating like a drum inside her chest as she lay on her side, her pillow supporting her head and the sleeping bag long kicked away to the side of the tent due to her nightmare.

She took a few deep breaths to calm herself, her sense of reality coming back to her slowly. It had happened again. The same nightmare that had plagued her since Rise to Greatness – the same outcome. Pushing herself up to her hands and knees – giving a slight groan from the dull pain in her back while doing so – Selena, as gracefully as she could, unzipped her tent-entrance flap and crawled out the few inches she needed to get out of the tent she occupied and into the fresh air of the sunrise. It was dawn.

Wrapping her arms around her lithe frame (for she only needed her snow-flake hoodie, jeans and hiking boots in this cool weather), she breathed again. “It's okay.” she told herself as the orange and golden rays of the sun filled her. And to further prove that things were alright and that the nightmare was just that, she reached up slowly to gently guide the long length of hair out of her hood and over her shoulders and before her eyes. The platinum-white shone like a rare mineral in the sunlight – a mixture of gold and ivory with the different colours of the sun pouring onto it. It wasn't red. That would have been if she failed.

But she hadn't failed. She had won. She had defeated Vixen Cain in the ring. The Watchman Program was dead and SCW had been saved...

Yet, rather than celebrating, here she was... outside in the middle of...

Running a hand through her long hair, Selena then jumped down to the ground, her hands touching the cool grounds of the plains before suddenly pushing her self up with a series of pushups and burpees. She counted twenty for each before pushing herself up to her feet, her breath a little faster and her heartbeat back up after the quick exercise. This wasn't the place to do more than that – she reminded herself. One did not just stroll into Devon Island alone and then go running through the plains. She had arrived yesterday and hiked several miles across the Canadian island before setting up tent and her orders had been clear. Do not, under any circumstances, wonder off. Stay where you are until the guide comes and gets you.

Selena didn't mind that – it had been the cost for her privacy. She'd follow the guide's rules if he followed hers. That this was Selena's journey – not some romp through the everglades or some group vacation. She needed to be here... and after everything that had happened after Rise to Greatness, here was the only place she wanted to be. Not an empty house in Manhattan or some party for RTG or some publicity stunt to promote herself. There were enough in SCW that would do that this last week before Breakdown. SCW didn't need her right now...

Crawling back into her tent, Selena pulled out her sleeping bag and large hiking backpack. Digging through one of the many pockets/compartments in the pack, she settled on the beef sticks and granola bars for her breakfast. The beef sticks were a bit salty, but the granola was fine. Taking out her canteen, Selena drank a little to rise her mouth and hydrate herself before looking around the field she was situated within. Across it, several hundred yards away, Selena could see a tent similar to her own, though it was black while hers was a dark green. She wasn't sure why seeing the tent was a relief to her – did she think the guide she had hired would abandon her in the middle of the island? What good would that have done for business?

It was stupid to be worried about that, but Selena knew that some of the fears in her head – like her nightmare – were stupid. It's just the way she was. In fact, stupid had been a popular word to associate with her, assuming you asked Ravyn or Ace Marshall, their insults seemed to run in similar circles like their association.

The Snow Queen gave a shake of her head. She came here to get away from the influences of wrestling for a short while. She came here to get some answers and some peace of mind. Not overly dwell on what was waiting for her back in SCW. That was not for another week.

For the briefest of moments, the Snow Queen contemplated contacting Deanna but quickly shut the idea down. The two had spoken and more last weekend at the World Hazard Festival and spent so much time together in those few days. Besides, even if she wanted to, there were no towers on Devon Island – a cellphone wasn't really going to work here.

“SELENA!” came the voice, causing Selena to look up to see the figure of a middle-aged man waving at her. Covering her eyes against the sun, Selena waved with her free hand. It took only a few minutes for the guide to reach her. “Good morning.” he said brightly. “Sleep well.”

“About as well as expected from a city girl.” Selena shrugged. She hadn't told the man that she hailed from Nome, Alaska and that hiking and camping were both things she was rather fond of. The less her guide knew of her, the better – she wanted him to be nothing more than a map to her.

“Alright, alright.” grinned the guide. He wore gray shorts, a blue t-shirt and a vest. “Well, have you eaten?”
“Just did.” Selena replied, waving the wrappers of her beef sticks and granola bars in front of the man.
“Good. We're going to be making a lot of headway today.”
“How long?” Selena asked.
“Well, about twenty some miles easy.”
“And will we be close?” Selena asked, her voice laced with focus.
“Yeah, definitely. By my guess we'll be there by tomorrow.”
“Then we trek back to the Truelove Lowlands, flight back to Resolute Bay-”
“That's right. Should be at the flight by Sunday.”

Selena nodded. This was perfect. She's be done by Sunday and with Breakdown in Toronto, no one would be the wiser of the missing Snow Queen when she appeared on Tuesday to film her promo.

“That's wonderful.” Selena smiled. “When do we start today?”
“In about an hour. Just take care of yourself, enjoy the scenery, pack up and we'll be on our way.”
“Thank you, Ron.” Selena nodded. “And you remember my request?”
“Half a mile ahead of you and no contact otherwise – unless emergency in which you use the airhorn or flare-gun. And you remember my request?”

Selena nodded. “Keep you in my sight at all times.”
“You got it.”
“Sorry if this seems a little weird.” the Snow Queen tried to explain.
Ron merely shrugged in response. “Rich city girl wants to see the sights – maybe prove she's tough? I've seen it before.”

He said nothing out, merely tipping his baseball cap to her and turning on his heel to walk back to his tent and begin his own morning ablutions, leaving Selena to finish hers. She had very little left to do, so she finished packing her tent and sleeping back into her massive backpack. That finished, she sat in silence for the better part of an hour until she saw Ron up ahead, waving at her to follow him. With a wave of her own, Selena slung her pack over her frame and quickly begun hiking after her guide.

“Alright, father.” Selena whispered. “I hope I'm going the right way...” she whispered as she marched. And with each step across the plains, while keeping Ron in sight at all times, Selena's mind seemed to slip back – not to SCW, not to Deanna, but beyond it all. Beyond all that weighed on her mind...

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20 years ago

This was not meatloaf. Selena wasn’t sure in the least what being this substance came from or if an animal had eaten the real meatloaf, hocked it back up in front of the lunch lady, only for said lady to scrape it off the floor and serve it on plates like hers but one thing was absolutely certain. If this substance HAD been meatloaf, it had stopped being meatloaf long ago!

The eight year old scrunched up her face at the grey mass that sat on her plate like a puddle of ooze. It even smelled weird, like paint and soap somehow. For a moment, Selena was even sure it moved a centimetre. Carefully, using her plastic fork, the child poked it a few times, maybe to see if it was still alive and looking for its home planet.

“Poke...poke...poke.”

With a somewhat immature huff, the young Frost gave up on the notion of actually eating the meat- whatever it was loaf and instead picked at the orange she had sitting beside her chocolate milk, her pale hands and white nails picking at the skin, trying to peel the orange off so she could eat it. Quietly, her eyes peered up around the small, whitish-yellow coloured cafeteria, seeing the mass of different coloured clothes worn by the many students running around the room or sitting in the corner. Nome Public School had a small number of students from grade K-6, but smaller than the number of students was the size of the school. So the room was packed with groups – Selena scoffed at the word. More like kliqs.

With a roll of her eyes, Selena’s sapphire orbs scanned the masses, the groups standing out like a session of “paint by numbers”. Far left corner, the social outcasts or “nerds”, playing their Gameboys or whatever they had. Right of them were the “bad boys” – all wearing wrestling shirts and playing with “real” decks of cards. Girl clubs were next (some showing off their matching pins on their jackets), just friend groups and the like, followed by boy groups. There were few real dividers of groups – not like the ones Selena had heard about at high-school level. She could only imagine how that would be with things like bands and sports and other stuff to divide everyone...

Because if she was who she was now...

The child took a shaky breath. She didn’t want to think about high-school and what her mother, Anastasia, had told her in her mother's “high-school regaling”. For her spot in the cafeteria? The farthest, most empty corner. Isolation. No Man's Land. What else could be expected for “the crazy miner’s daughter”? She sighed at that. Her first day of school, she always tried to sit with groups, asking politely if she could – always the answer had been “no” until she had effectively been herded by the declines to sit in “her” corner.

Why did it matter? So her mother’s high family made the money while her father worked odd jobs in-between working in the gold mine. Who cares? Did it matter that he believed gold was in that mine? She had heard it at school, in public when they went to church or grocery shopping.

“Hey Donovan! Is there gold in them da hills?”
“Yer wife wear the pants cause she brings home the bacon?”
“Hey Donnie, you know the definition of insanity?”

She wasn’t sure what the last one really meant or what bacon had to do with pants, but they were all like that. People throwing insults, name-calling, pointing their fingers and/or laughing at her papa. And all he did was smile, tip his head or wave back and keep on his merry way.

Selena looked down at the orange in her hands. Her mother despised being so disrespected. The town made fun of Donovan but if Anastasia DeCarlo happened to be with him that day, no one would dare insult her. The last time someone had done that, Selena had watched her mother walk calmly to him and had him crying an apology in seconds, writing it in the snow before her with his finger.

Seeing the orange peels in her hand, Selena found herself wishing she could do that – that she could peel the meanies apart like the orange peels and throw them in the trash. It was the only thing about her mother she envied. That no one messed with her. Selena longed to be...what was the word? Respected? She longed to be respected like that.

Tightening her fist, Selena crushed the few, small peels into her hand before letting them drop out of her palm and onto her plastic, orange tray. She knew it was pointless. Her mother would punish her if she started a fight and, worse than that, her father would be disappointed in her. Reaching up, Selena felt around her neck for the small, gold nugget that her father had given her a few years ago. She had never taken it off, despite the constant fear that some bully would steal it (which was the reason why she kept the nugget part under her shirt – hidden from view).

“Excuse me?”

The close proximity of the voice startled Selena – mostly because in the full five months of school that she had dealt with these year, nobody, besides a teacher, had come so close to talk to her – especially during lunch. She jumped a little before quickly looking up. To her surprise, she saw a girl wearing a green t-shirt with flowers on them and jean jacket to compliment the attire. The girl was dark-skinned but her hair was purple – which was odd to the young Frost.

The girl slowly lifted her hands, which held a tray of food and milk. “Can I sit here?”

Selena's eyes widened. The new girl might as well have been speaking in a foreign language. Because the words she had used to make that request couldn't possibly go together. Sit? Here? With Selena?

The white-haired girl gulped and decided to stop trying to talk and, instead, nod her head. Her brain was about to overheat with thoughts of “don't say anything” and “don't mess this up” and “is this a prank?” - a never-ending cavalcade of confusing thoughts.

“I'm Sasha.” the girl offered as she sat beside Selena, offering a smile.
“S-Selena.” came the shaken reply.
“Wow! That's such a pretty name.” Sasha replied happily.
“Thank you.” Selena replied softly before suddenly blurting as she thought about it. “So's yours!”

Sasha's smile grew a little as she picked away at her broccoli with her plastic fork. “Did you pick the meatloaf?”
Selena looked down at the gray mass again – which seemed to ease some of her nerves. “They assured me it was meat.” she replied.
“Doesn't look like it.” Sasha stuck her tongue out in slight disgust as she saw the mass before looking out to the crowd of students for a moment.
“Did you get the salad?” Selena asked, pointing at the purple-haired girl's plate.
“Hmmm?” Sasha asked, turning her head. “Oh yeah. Not a meat fun – I think it's gross.”
Selena shrugged. “My dad cooks meat all the time. It's really good.”
“Cool.” Sasha replied.
“I uh...” Selena tried, scratching her head. “I don't think I've seen you in my class – I mean – what class are you in?”
“Mrs. Fallowfield.” Sasha replied.
“Oh...okay – that's one ahead of mine.”

“You'll love her. She's a great teacher.” Sasha replied. She stopped to think for a moment before turning her attention back towards Selena. “Hey, can I ask you a dumb question?”
“Sure.” Selena replied, albeit hesitantly.
“Is your hair...real?”
“My hair?”
“Yeah – did your mom dye it or something?”
“No.” Selena shook her head. “It's mine.”
Sasha's eyes widened. “Really? That is so cool! And pretty! My mom dyed my hair.”
“It's a really cool purple.” Selena admired with a smile.
“Okay – nother dumb question.” Sasha teased. “Can I unbraid your hair?”

Immediately, Selena's hands flew up to her braid. Her grandmother, Irena, had taught her almost three years ago how to braid her hair – and it had taken a lot of practising to get it right. Still...this girl was TALKING to her! She was interested in Selena – not the “crazy miner's daughter”!

“O-okay...” Selena whispered.
“Great!” Sasha clapped her hands excitedly. “Okay, so turn around and I'll do it.”

Taking a deep breath to steady her nerves, the young Frost turned in her seat, putting her back to her new – was she a friend now? Selena hoped so. Maybe people in her class seeing her hang with an older student would make them like her – or at least talk to her. She was tired of talking to the insects and leaves and squirrels during recess.

Eventually, she felt two sets of fingers take hold of her braid, slowly beginning to untangle it. Selena held her breath as she felt her hair unravelling.

“It's so pretty.” Sasha replied with a smile – Selena could feel the older girl's astonishment. “And smooth too!”
“Mom let's me use her conditioner.” Selena replied.

A few more twists and an accidental pull, which Selena swallowed hard to avoid screaming out in pain and scaring her new friend off, and she felt Sasha's hands gently kneading her hair.

“You're so lucky.” She said, her hands stopping for a minute. “I'll rebraid it for you.” she replied.
“Okay.” Selena smiled. “I can braid yours if you like.”
“Yeah...maybe.” Sasha replied, her voice distant as she seemed focused on the task.

It took only an extra minute or two, but when she was done, Sasha dusted her hands off before grinning, very pleased with her work. “I did it.” she replied, her voice almost in disbelief.

Turning her head, Selena looked at Sasha. Her hair felt a little heavy. Maybe Sasha had pulled a bit harder than Selena had thought. Don't worry about it! her brain shouted at her. “Thank you.” she said outloud.
“No problem. But I gotta go.” Sasha said, her voice barely able to hold the laughter that seemed to be in her throat.
“But you haven't finished your lunch.” Selena stated in confusion.
“That's okay. I have to be at Fallowfield's class. I'm helping her with the pet lizard.”
“You have a pet lizard?!” Selena asked in disbelief. “That sounds amazing! We just have a guinea pig.”
“Maybe I'll show you sometime.” Sasha offered but quickly rushed out of the cafeteria before Selena could reply to the invitation.

It was odd – the end of the whole exchange – but, to be honest, Selena was too happy to care. All she could think about was telling her dead when she got home - “Daddy... I made a new friend!” She had wanted to say that for so long to her father! She could meet Sasha had lunch and recess – they could play – maybe Sasha would show her that lizard or show her the kind of homework students at her class level would do (something Selena could look forward to or something).

These kind of thoughts filled the happy child's mind as she finished her lunch (minus the meatloaf, of course). She emptied the garbage of her tray into the garbage bin and left her tray in the appropriate place for the staff before walking out of the cafeteria. She had barely gone fifteen feet from the door when-

“Oh my god!” came a cry near her, causing the young Frost to turn her head. She recognized the girl – Lindsay – one of her fellow students in her class and head of the “Butterflies”, the same girl group that sat together. The butterfly pin – the trademark calling card – was on Lindsay's windbreaker jacket. She eyed Selena in what looked like mock-shock. “Selena Frost!” she cried out. “What is that in your hair?!”

Immediately, Selena's eyes widened before her hands flew to her braid, reaching up to grab it. As soon as she did, however, she felt something gooey and soft smeared all over it.

“What the-” Selena asked, pulling her braid over her shoulder to look at it. Shock ran through her entire frame as she saw, weaved into her braid was dark brown and green Play-Doh!

“Ewww!” Lindsay shouted as loud as she could, earning the attention of several student-passerbys. “Is that dog crap?! HEY EVERYONE!” she called out. “Selena Frost puts dog poop in her hair! She plays with poop!”

Before Selena could even understand what was going on, several students (a number of them wearing the same butterfly pin as Lindsay) were surrounding her, pointing at her and “ewwwing” with Lindsay as loud as they could. That, however, was soon changed as a “poopy-head” chant started. It happened so fast, that Selena did not have time to register any emotions – all she could do was hear one voice in her head.

Run. Just run.

So, without a word, she sprinted past the laughing mass and down the hall, turning left, further down the hall, past the attendance office and right into the girls' washroom on that floor. Desperately, she fought her hair, untying it and unbraiding it to try and get the Plasticine out. She ran her fingers angrily through her hair, globs coming out with her fingers. But some of it stayed – smeared in good into her locks. The brown-green concoction stared back at Selena and she kept fighting for another ten minutes, trying to get it out. She could still see green and brown in her hair – the white of her natural locks making the colours stand out!

They stained my hair... she felt hot tears sting her eyes. Why? Why had they done that? What had she done to them- when had they-

The answer was there, on the edge of her awareness, but Selena denied it at first. However, when she approached the exit and heard the Butterflies laughing in the halls, she kept to the walls of the entrance. Slowly, she poked her head out of the door, seeing the girls (five of them) at the end of the hall.

The purple-haired one stood out among the blondes and brunettes, for she was being high-fived and fitted with a pin of her own. Only then, was Selena able to fully understand what had just happened.

“S-Sasha...” Selena choked out in a whisper, seeing the young girl smiling with the butterflies and admiring her new pin on her jacket. She had been...and Selena was...

“Conceal...” Selena whispered, though her voice shook with barely controlled sobs. “Don't feel. Don't feel.” she tried to say her father's mantra over and over again – but it was to no avail. There was no true word to describe what she felt. So, again... she ran.

She ran down the hall, out the school door, across the parking lot and she kept on running. Across the streets – her father always either drove her to school or walked her – she knew the route. She kept running even when her little legs started to burn, the pain finally causing the tears to fall and stream down her cheeks. She kept running uphill and downhill, ignoring the occasional resident of Nome that recognized her and called out to her, even Maurice, one of her family's closer neighbours. And just when she was ready to collapse from running so much, her small house loomed into view at the top of the hill.

She ran the rest of the way, pulling the door open and slamming it behind her. She didn't take off her shoes like she was suppose to. Instead, she ran straight into the kitchen, pulling open the cupboard and reaching in to grab a pair of long, sharp scissors. Sniffling a little at the pain in her legs, her chest burning and the emotional pain that she felt, she ran into the bathroom to stand in front of the mirror.

Her reflection stared back – the gross, sweaty loser with Play-Doh...no...with dog poop in her hair. “I hate you!” she shouted before reaching up with the scissors to cut!

“Hello?” came a loud voice, causing Selena to freeze in her tracks. “Is someone in here?”

She recognized the voice. It was her father! And she was supposed to be in school! Oh god...her brain panicked...if he caught her, she'd be in so much trouble! Grounded forever trouble!

Her hands shook as she scrambled to open the shower that was on the side of the bathroom, trying to step into the tub part of the compound to hide. The scissors, however, dropped out of her hands with a clang – causing the young girl's heart to stop.

“Hello?” came the voice again – having heard the sound. Slamming the shower door shut, Selena curled into a ball, desperately trying to make herself as small as she could against the end of the tub. She was going to get caught!

Caught...Grounded...laughing stock of school...

It was too much – all the pain she felt (both physical and emotional). She wanted to keep silent but she...she... couldn't anymore. So, she cried. Her voice coming out in a wail as it rang through the room. She heard her father's step stop for a moment before turning into a run – a sprint – towards her but she couldn't stop. The tears kept falling, even as he opened shower door with a slide, his eyes wide and confused.

“Selena?” he asked in disbelief. “What are you doing here? Why aren't you in school and-” He stopped immediately when he was finally able to process the sight before him.

“They...she...I thought...put...Play-Doh...” Selena tried desperately to explain so her father wouldn't ground her. She didn't care about staying away from school – but she didn't want to lose what few computer privileges she had. “I...just...” she started to hiccup, her voice jumping and jilting in so many directions.

“Stop, stop, stop.” Donovan tried, reaching out to gently pick up his small daughter with his calloused hands. Carefully, he pulled her out of the tub and onto the bathroom floor, keeping her in his arms to try and calm her jilting form as she hiccuped – her words having been replaced with that familiar “HIC-UP” sound.

“Sweetie...I need you to stop trying to talk and just breathe. Okay? Breathe in.” He simulated the instruction with a deep breath. “And out.” followed by an exhale. Slowly, as he continued this, Selena found herself copying her father's actions, trying to breathe. The hiccups slowly went down in volume and severity and everything hurt less. Donovan, meanwhile, had noticed the splotches of colour in his daughter's hair and the pair of scissors on the tiled floor.

“What happened to your hair?” he asked.
The child almost started crying again, but she bit down on her lower lip. “A girl at school. I thought she was trying to be my friend. She asked if I could let her unbraid my hair...and I did – and she put... I can't get it out.” she half cried. “I don't want dog poo in my hair!”

“Dog poo?” Donovan asked in surprise, running his hands along some of the remaining Plasticine. “Selena, dear, it's not poop. It's Play Doh.”
Selena shook her head. “They all laughed at me – said I played with dog poo.”

It didn't take much for her father to put all the pieces together. With a sad sigh, he slowly released his daughter for a moment, before reaching into the tub to turn on the warm water from the tap. “Come here and place your head under the water.” he gently commanded.

With a sniffle, Selena pushed herself to her feet and obeyed, leaning over the tub rail to place her head under the flow of the falling water. A moment passed as the water soaked her hair before she felt, once again, hands in her hair. However, these were much bigger than Sasha's and they didn't pull or anything. They were far gentler, untying Selena's braid and massaging her scalp before taking the lavender shampoo and lathering her hair with it. Her father washed every strand slowly but meticulously.

“You're going to be alright.” he whispered. “But the next time you want to run away from school-”
“I'm sorry. Stay put.” Selena sniffled.
“No.” Donovan pressed. “The next time, you call me and I will pick you up. Do you realize that anyone could have taken you outside, Selena?”

Surprisingly, that thought had not crossed Selena's mind at all while she had been running. “Maurice saw me – he said hi.” she offered.
“I'm sure he did.” Donovan sighed. “But what have I told you about wandering off alone?”
“Don't do it.”
“And why?”
“Because bad people could hurt me.” Selena repeated – certain this was the part where she would be grounded.

But the words never came. Instead, Donovan rinsed our her hair, grabbed a towel to dry it and then proceeded to help Selena stand up to her full height (4' 11” - so small compared to her tower of a father). “There.” he said, placing her in front of the bathroom mirror. “All gone. See?”

Slowly, Selena opened her eyes and saw her reflection. Her hair was wet – obviously – but it was white. Nothing else. No other color. It was as if there had never been any Play Doh there to begin with.

“Thank you, daddy.” Selena whispered. “I'm sorry I disobeyed you. Am I grounded?”
She heard her father give a scoff before shaking his head as he said against the tub. “No, Selena. You're not grounded. But you are going to sit down with me and tell me what happened today.”

Slowly, Selena nodded her head. “Do I have to go back to school today? I... I don't want to go!” the last part she half-cried.
“No, Selena. You don't have to go.” Donovan replied. “But we'll be going tomorrow. Do you understand?”
“But what about the butterflies?”
“What about them?” Donovan asked, unsure of what Selena meant. “Do you have problems with bugs?”
“No! The girls that did this to me.” Selena explained. “What are we-”
“Selena...” Donovan pressed firmly. “You're going to school tomorrow – no ifs, ands, or buts about it. No go and wait in the living room on the big couch. I am going to call your principal and set up a meeting to talk with him tomorrow.”

“No!” Selena suddenly shot out. “I'm sorry, daddy! I won't do it again! I'll stay in school! No matter what-”
“Snowflake – relax!” Donovan quickly shot out, reaching out to embrace his frightened child. “You are not in trouble. I am doing this to help you.”
“You promise?”
“I promise.” Donovan smiled. “Now go what in the living room for me – when I'm done talking with your principal, we'll go for ice cream at Mabel's, okay?”

Selena sniffed one last time, wiping her nose with her sleeve. “Okay.” she whispered before quickly rushing out of the room to sit on the couch as she was told. She did not see her father pull out his cell-phone and walk into his “office space” across the hall. Neither did she see hear him set the appointment with the principal and explain his daughter's absence the rest of the day.

But most importantly, she did not see her father reaching into his pocket during that phone call and pull out a few coins in change. There was nothing of note about that to anyone that saw it, but to Donovan Frost, it was a reminder... a reminder of a place that he realized Selena needed to go to.

A place she needed to see.
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A unique setting is revealed to the audience – unique in that it is not expected on an episode of “Frozen Central”. A wrestling ring, a fine mist rolling into an arena, and arctic-blue lights – these are things more associated with the promo segment than anything, not the sight of red cushioned seats placed in horizontal and ascending lines. Still, much as the segment name suggests – the host remains the same. For sitting in the middle of one of the closer rows of red, plush chairs, is the Snow Queen, Selena Frost. While her light blue shirt and dragon pendant necklace are noticeable, the most prominent thing about the former World Champion is the her platinum braid resting over her shoulder and down her chest, almost glowing in the simple lighting. Proof of her survival three weeks ago.

With a smile that shows so much happiness, Selena greets her True-Believers warmly.

Hello, True-Believers.

A simple salutation, but one that clearly shows the relief and joy from the Snow Queen. I know, at segments like these, the traditional thing for me to do is to be in the middle of a ring, surrounded my blue lights and mist. Truth be told, I would be far more comfortable there because I've made my ring like... well my home of sorts. A place where I can cut loose and be me. But you all know what is before us...and I don't think “being traditional” is going to cut it for this new season of Supreme Championship Wrestling. So, with that said – welcome to “Imagine Cinemas” here at Market Square in downtown, Toronto, Canada!

The cinema is a moderate size and has that “cinema feel” to it, complete with thick curtains on either side of the screen, dark-coloured walls and a fitting name for a cinema – at least for the “woman of strong belief”.

I felt that a place like this was fitting – because, really, this is sort of like a grand opening, isn't it? The brand new season of SCW! The season premiere! And what better way to start that than in a beautiful cinema like this? Now, bare in mind – we're just dealing with the previews here. The main-show? The feature presentation? That comes in a few days at Breakdown – with a main-event that... while it might not be “perfect” to me, is still something that I, and every True-Believer, is very keen on. But as every True-Believer knows, you can't start a season without-

The wide-screen suddenly flickers and blurs before showing a “Previously on Supreme Championship Wrestling!” font on it. Before the audience's eyes, still-shots are shown of Selena Frost vs. Vixen Cain at Rise to Greatness a few weeks ago. Various shots are shown of both competitors trading blows and taking damage, the commentary clips inserted fittingly as well. The images and audio play until the last shot of Selena Frost standing with her arm raised is seen. The clip ends and the camera returns its focus to the viewer in the room.

I won't disrespect what Vixen Cain – in his previous forms – has done for SCW. I won't disrespect how he shaped SCW and what he tried to leave me – in his own mind. Rather, I will simply say that it came down to either SCW or him. Only one could prevail in this world.

And that was SCW. Because SCW will ALWAYS prevail.

I believe that more than anything in this business. Every one of us, even the new World Champion, will come and go – SCW will remain. That's just the way it is. And I hope that, whatever happens now for Vixen, he has learned just how much I will fight for SCW and what it truly stands for and I will always be standing in his way of conquering it – I will always be standing there for SCW, whether its own creator can believe or not.


Closing her eyes to take a deep breath, the Snow Queen slowly smiles again before opening her eyes.

Speaking of which, one last thing: thank you to Mr. D. for granting me the match with Cain and for watching it with the rest of SCW. And to my True-Believers – Mr. D. owes most of his thanks to you. There were moments that Cain – he earned his accolades and notoriety – especially in that Texas Cloverhold. But you, all of you, your cries of “We Believe!” pushed me through. Reminded me not to give up and not to give in. No one – not one damn person – is strong enough to silence any of you! You drown out the hate and push people to rise above – just as you did for me in Phoenix and I thank you so much...

And your voices, I know I am going to need them again in a few day's time when I finally challenge for the World Championship here in Toronto, Canada!


A sharp sigh from the Alaskan Dragon before she nods her head just as sharply.

So, let's not waste time here, Ace. Let's start this off without holding back. Everything out in the open. I know being so exposed is more your thing than my thing on several levels, but I am referring to calling things as they are. So, here I ago. One more deep breath,before an honest shrug. I hate you.

There is only a brief moment of silence before Selena continues, her voice as calm as her declaration.

I hate you and I hate so many things about you. I hate how you came out of nowhere. Of not giving a damn about SCW enough to even make an appearance during your rehab. I hate that you just came and took months and months of my hard work and stole the culmination of that work from me at Taking Hold of the Flame. I hate how you've conducted yourself since then, on camera, on Twitter – the unprofessional and – hell, the disrespectful manner that you show to such amazing people – including our boss! I hate how your wife hides on Twitter or sneak attacks but will never fight in an SCW ring. I hate how it's you I am facing and not Kelcey Wallace. I hate how you stole this main-event from her and I – just like you stole so much from us. You know what? Calling it all out – I hate how much you steal.

Seriously, Ace. That seems to be your calling card, doesn't it? You came into SCW as the Shawn Winters wannabe and that hasn't changed – you're still trying to be him. You came back after years away and stole Shilo Valiant's 2011-2013 catchphrase about “entertainment” and his personality. Not to mention his flair for shenanigans and shock-value. He brought in crocodiles, you brought in a tiger in a cage. And every time you and I lock horns here or on Twitter, you just steal the promo pattern of Ravyn Taylor – your partner in rabble-rousing – spouting the same insults and one-liners about me that I've heard for the last near four years.


Selena adjusts herself a little in her seat.

Truthfully, Ace, you can say what you want about me and who I 'look like'. I've heard it before. But I sure as hell am not singing Disney songs or building snowmen in SCW, am I? I'm fighting for the company, putting its existence on my shoulders, and beating superstar after superstar in that ring and I'm doing it as me. I didn't choose what color of hair I was born with or what color my eyes were. I didn't choose to resemble a future Disney character when I was born. Who I am is who I am. But you? From your catchphrases to your supposed “goals”, there isn't an original thing about you. You choose to take people's creations – parts of their identities and lay claim to them. And I hate that as well. Because to me? That makes you unreal to me. It makes you fake to me.

Gently, the Winter Diamond runs a hand through her hair.

But the thing is, as fake as your personality – as unoriginal as you are as a supposed “entertainer” - I can't deny what you can do in the ring. I hate – I'm saying that word a lot here – I hate to admit it, but I watched the last match of Rise to Greatness after being cleared by the medics and... you did it, Ace. You won. Legit, too. That little thing with Cassidy and the table, it was a legal loophole and it made no real difference to anyone. You fought Kelcey and...and you beat her. And I know that that is not an easy thing to do. Both times I did it, it took everything I had to take her down and keep her down. That's how good she is – that's how AMAZING she is. That's why I want to face her so badly – that's why I know that when we finally do – oh, Ace, what you two had at Rise to Greatness – it will pale in comparison to the unbelievable main-event that she and I will have.

But you did beat her. And you are the World Champion. And if she is all I said she is – which she is and more – then I'm not going to pretend that I don't understand the hell of a fight I am in for. I am not going to pretend like last time that you're going to swivel your hips and have no substance to you. That was my mistake last time we fought. I just wanted to beat you to the ground. I just wanted to make you pay for what you took. Now? I want to beat you – as a wrestler. For many reasons but all my reasons lead to it being done as a wrestler.


Selena shrugs.

And like I said, I know it's not going to be easy. I've been thinking about that for the last three weeks – been thinking about what it is about you that I can't grasp. What is it about you that I don't understand. And for some time, Ace, I thought it really was what you said on Twitter. That I didn't have a funny bone in my body – I'm using less colourful language and less emojis than you did but still. I thought it might be because I...I just don't get your brand of humour. Your style of laughing at everything and joking about everything. So, in my free time leading up to Rise to Greatness and the World Hazard Festival...I kinda dabbed in that kind of fun. You can check my Twitter if you don't really believe me, Ace. Selena smiles playfully. I made plans to play Mario Kart Super Nintendo style with some of the girls, I went and got a manicure with Kennedy Street, Amy Chastaine and Kara Abheri after Supreme Saturday... A giggle escapes the Snow Queen. I managed to give the IWC Dalek a possible panic attack by making him/it think that I was The Doctor. And to cap it off – and I can't believe I am admitting to this – but I dressed up as The Fourth Doctor, hosted a costume contest and then proceeded to make out with Supergirl in a TARDIS – and none of that is me embellishing.

A slight blush comes to the cheeks of the Snow Queen as she looks down at her hands.

So, I really tried to understand your kind of “humour”, Ace. Because I felt that if I did, I could better understand you. I could better understand the man that is now the World Champion – because knowing your enemy? That's the key to victory. That's key to pulling off the shock of the year and beating the World Champion on the very first Breakdown after Rise to Greatness!

Quietly, Selena releases a small chuckle before looking back up at the camera.

Do you remember when you posted that image on Twitter, Ace, about having sex with dolphins? And I tried to pass it off as a joke? You told me you were searching for “promo material for our next match”. I must have sat at that computer for ten...maybe twenty minutes – thinking that there was no way, no way that you would do such a thing to an innocent dolphin. Yet, as I thought about it, Ace, all that time I tried to find some fun in this – it came back and I thought about you in front of a camera trying to make-it with some kind of inflatable dolphin.

A chuckle escapes Selena's lips, her hand flying up to cover her lips.

I mean, the great Ace Marshall – World Champion – with a blow-up doll but not of a woman, but of Flipper the dolphin! What...what could I possibly say to that? The Snow Queen laughs and shrugs. And on camera? I could only imagine what that would be like – and hell, since we're in a cinema?!

The wide-screen flickers before a “Coming Soon” is shown front and center, and a poster image flies out to take focus on the screen.

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”The summer 'blockbuster', where the effects are as fake as your personality, Ace!” Selena teases with a laugh. But why stop there? Like Ace's apparent libido – which he brags about more than his wrestling ability – it's all about the numbers! And studios don't know when to stop with...SEQUELS!

The “Dolphinado” poster spins quickly, becoming a blur! Selena's voice becomes a little deeper, like a voice-over in a movie-trailer.

Ace Marshall may have survived the dolphinado – but he's about to discover a tornado worse than anything he's every imagined... A tornado of exes!

The poster suddenly stops, having changed too:

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Not surprisingly, I don't think Kennedy is in this one because she's both legally and wrestling-wise much smarter than Ace and knows how to protect her image – that or Ace just doesn't care about his image... still... WHY STOP THERE?!

Selena's grin is full, her teeth – white as snow, seen in her smile.

After all, we are in the incredible city of Toronto! The home of Supreme Championship Wrestling! And one thing the True-Believers of Canada are known for are their own kind of monsters! I'm talking about the feathered devils that are untouchable! The ones protected by a higher power! The ones that are almost as unbreakable as yours truly! What happens when Ace Marshall is stuck in a world with such monsters of the Great White North? What do you get?!

The image on screen explodes like a Michael Bay effect and one last poster emerges!

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The camera focuses on the wide-screen of the cinema for a moment before changing back to the Snow Queen, barely able to contain her laughter from behind her hand (her thumb side placed over her mouth to stifle the laughs for a moment). Slowly, she lowers her hand, she, herself, now more composed.

I could keep going, Ace! I mentioned how you love to steal other people's ideas and parts of their identity – we could throw a “Hungry, Hungry Hippos” spoof in there if we wanted. We could keep going on Twitter, here in our promos – but when I thought about that... and I thought of every conversation we've had on Twitter along with your mouthy, coward of a wife... I realized something. And perhaps the core reason I hate you as I do.

Not because your mouthy, or crass or funnier than me. But because you don't know when enough is enough. You don't know when to stop being the fool, the clown, the pig – whatever – and be something...better. Because while I was dressing up in costumes and making posters with photoshop during to be funny, True-Believers – this happened.


There is no effect this time around as the screen changes. There is only a shift to a screenshot, taken on a phone.

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I wish I could say I edited this photo and the following footage like the posters and that this is some made up joke. I wish I could laugh at this...but I can't...Caution – strong language is about to be heard. Roll it.

The screen of the cinema flickers for a moment before changing to promo shot about a week ago for the World Hazard Festival. On the screen is none other than the newly crowned World Champion, Ace Marshall, making his first televised appearance since Rise to Greatness! However...

Fuck San Francisco, fuck World Hazard, fuck my team mates, fuck my opponents and fuck Dante McCaffery. Fuck every last person who steps into that arena that doesn't live in my household. Fuck every single one of you.

It is clear to every observer of the growing intoxication of the new World Champion. The Jack Daniels he has on screen pretty much confirms it.

This is what I think of this event. I'm drinking from now until the end of the show. If I'm not retarded wasted by the time this match comes around, if I'm not present come the time of this match, assume I died from alcohol poisoning. This is what I think of this match. I'm getting shitfaced. And this is what I think of my opponents.

While you're all clammering away about making a difference, about needing to win for whatever purpose suits you, I'll lose and laugh about it. Know why? Because it doesn't fucking matter. I'll go back to my company and still be the King of Wrestling. And you pathetic pieces of trash will still be nothing. That is what this match means to me. It's the biggest match of many of your careers. I didn't even want to get out of bed for it.

You're beneath me.

So fuck you all very much.


The footage pauses for a moment, the camera slowly turning back to Selena Frost as she sits there in the audience. Gone is her smile and her laugh. Gone is the look of fun in her eyes that had been there moments ago. Her right hand is tightened into a white fist, as if the humour in her as changed to a far more familiar emotion associated with the Alaskan Dragon.

A dragon's rage.

Taking a deep breath, Selena slowly speaks.

Was that supposed to be funny, Ace? Was that supposed to be 'part of the joke'? 'Part of the fun'?.

Of course, there is no answer. Only silence.

Right then. Selena suddenly pushes herself to her feet, walking out of her line of chairs and down the steps. The voice of the cameraman can be heard.

Selena- where are you going?

The Snow Queen turns to face the camera. I'll be back, Percy. I just need a minute. she says before slowly turning and heading towards the side exit of the cinema to the outside.

Do you – do you want me to keep rolling-

THAT IS NOT ME! Selena suddenly turns, her voice roaring in the small space as she points at the paused image of the drunken World Champion. THAT IS NOT SCW! THAT IS NOT WHO WE ARE! DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME?!

Yes, Ma'am! comes the frightened voice off-camera. Without another word, Selena turns and shoves the door open, walking outside and slamming it behind her. Slowly, perhaps out of uncertainty, the camera turns to focus on the footage, which starts again in a sort of clip fashion – the same clip playing of SCW's “World Champion”.

I'll go back to my company and still be the King of Wrestling.
So fuck you all very much.

I'll go back to my company and still be the King of Wrestling.
So fuck you all very much.

I'll go back to my company and still be the King of Wrestling.
So fuck you all very much.


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Going into Rise To Greatness, I was nervous. I was scared, absolutely mortified. These are words we come to expect in relations to the big stage, when the pressure is on. It's a daunting task to talk so much shit and then actually manage to deliver.

It however wasn't fear that I felt before the match or during. It wasn't that sinking feeling trying to cripple me as Kelcey Wallace did everything in her power to knock me unconscious.

It was sort of after the fact, as I was staring dumbfounded at the Championship that I had lost just one year ago. That's when fear decided to creep up. Right in that moment. Cassidy held it up high as I continued using her to somewhat stay balanced. My head hurt. I remember that part very well. I would ask Kelcey how her head felt but we weren't exactly friends.

As we stood there and my music played, it was that same nagging question that always seems to come up at times where you should be rejoicing; what now? What comes next?

Next always seems to be the question! Must drive forward, must aim higher. Must do this, must do that. In this business we can always find something new to strive for. Must never forget that.

Not losing the championship seemed like an excellent goal.

What was to come next was obvious after short deliberation. . . I just won the World Championship at Rise To Greatness. On Breakdown in three weeks I would find myself once again facing Selena Frost, defending said World Championship. That was quite literally three weeks away with nothing in between save a few public appearances. We were somewhat on holiday.

This meant only one course of real action.

The year prior Rise To Greatness had been a show that had left me embittered. I had lost the World Championship to the worst scum of the world and had been laid up in a hospital bed after he damn near broke my back.

So to say I didn't feel like celebrating at that juncture was an understatement.

This year? Different story entirely.

So allow me the pleasure of stating the obvious; it was now a time of celebrating. Much, much celebrating.

I remember walking backstage, talking briefly with various people. Some were congratulating me, others were simply exhausted and trying to wrap things up. Those people mostly ignored me,which I got. It was understandable.

People in our company tend to be overworked this time of year. There was pride that came with working for the company and setting up the biggest show of the year. They were all still human however and could only do so much before wanting it all to end. New crews were coming on, some from temporary placement services. Most likely for janitorial duties.

I suppose if I wanted to be more of the locker room leader I'd call for everyone on the roster to come out for drinks, declaring a show well done. If only I didn't feel that most people in the locker rooms could kiss my ass. What can be done? So after having gotten cleaned up, the two of us went about the process of getting a driver.

We hid away from the people in production, the roster, management, some group there for sporting press; everyone. Didn't really want to be bothered just yet, crowds would certainly be part of it all soon enough, I was sure.

After a while as we were stowed away behind some large containers there had been a text informing us our limousine was waiting. From there we went about chilling back as our driver did his job of pulling out of the arena where just outside of its confines fans were littered all around us. Cassidy was handing me a champagne bottle as I stood up to lean halfway out of the top of the limousine. Fans reacted at the sight of me as I was screaming incoherently and shaking the just opened bottle like a madman. Cassidy stood up beside me holding up the World Championship. As the limousine pulled out onto the street she accidently dropped it which caused a new panic; I awkwardly screamed at the driver to stop before it could fall completely off of the trunk and out onto the street.

Can you imagine the headline? Supreme Championship Wrestling’s new World Champion, loses title belt within a hour of obtaining it. Asshole fan sells it on ebay.

Good stuff.

As we sat back on the leather interior, Cassidy holding the title to her waist while running her fingers over the nameplate. . . I'm still wrapping my mind around it. The power of drive, right? Know what made this all possible? My willpower. My looks, testicles and experience probably helped too but let's not get too carried away on giving credit, mkay? It was just weird.

It’s not like I am in the position I was in last year. Trying to prove myself. It wasn't just proving I could do something to everyone else, not this year. I spent so much time prior trying to prove what I was capable of to me. I was beyond that. I knew I could now do anything in that ring. It was so bloody fulfilling and yet. . . I've been here before. The circumstances were different but the supposed symbol of prestige and achievement was not.

I was now in possession of the largest prize SCW had to offer. However it felt safe to say I wasn't quite the same person now holding it.

"That was the worst fucking main event of Rise to Greatness I've ever seen,” Cassidy said suddenly. I leaned my head back and laughed at the prospect. I mean the opening of the match was spent chatting back and forth to infuriate Kelcey before she took the next part of it to try her damnedest to kick and elbow my head off. I thought the rest of it was right competitive.

Cassidy drops the title down over the seat beside her before taking the freshly opened bottle of champagne. It was half empty, the other half splattered over the top of the limo. Looking into the reflective window in front that separated us from the driver I could see a red flush creeping up along my neck. Maybe I felt embarrassed. I wasn’t expecting to be this worn out.

"I'm sorry you feel that way, gorgeous," I reply while halfheartedly smirking, my head never quite lifting to allow me to meet her gaze. She stared out among the people on the sidewalk as we drove in haste on by them. She glanced around, taking in every part of the interior before reaching over to pluck up a glass for the champagne. Filling the glass, she sets the bottle aside before casually indulging herself. She drinks half of it, stopping for breathing room before quickly finishing it off and setting the glass aside. Looking up to me with her haughty and glacial eyes, she seems to take in notes before, leaning closer over to meet my gaze head on.

“Pitiful matches like this are why this sport is getting taken over by MMA wannabes and people are leaving from their backyard ambitions, looking to be accountants. Sells representatives,” she continues, causing me to follow her gaze as she leans back.

I don’t take her insults seriously. Either she means them or she doesn’t. I’ve gotten over critics and criticisms over the years. Tonight pkayed into that in many ways. Those critics generally focused on my personality which is barbaric. I have unmatched charms, fuck you very much! At this point, I’m unclear on whether her insults or meant to be jabs to invoke a bantering conversation or if this was one of her means of flirting when she didn’t feel obliged to be direct.

"Every one of the people on this roster will now enjoy a profit bonus this year because we generally don’t do shit like this," she continued, taking a bit from a final speech from Mr. D after the show mixed in with her continuing to I guess mock the biggest match of my career. "Your match sucked ass and compromises further bonuses, not to mention the integrity of this company!"

"I haven’t actually watched it back yet but-"

"If you can’t do better than that, heads will roll! Starting with yours!" She stared intensely into my eyes and I’m trying to keep a straight face.

"Okay, so are we role playing?"

"Get your ass into gear Marshall and show me what you've got!"

"Are you playing the role of my boss or my mother?"

She leans over and laughs. "I cannot wait to see how people try to backpedal or bury this night. As far as the harem is concerned in this industry you just dethroned the second coming of Jesus Christ. Thanks to me of course."

"You are very inspiring."

"I take full credit for your successes."

She crossed her arms triumphantly while raising her chin up boastingly. She was easily the best manager I've ever had, technically the only manager. While Holly Adams and others had been a valet, they never had that title. Now of course other managers typically deal with bookings, promoting and upselling their clients over berating them and drinking all of their booze. They also don't take all credit on everything good that happens while blaming everything that goes wrong on me.

The other managers make you work more and be responsible and shit which was terrible. So judge for yourself which you'd rather have.

In all seriousness, I viewed it more as a paying title for her that kept us together both on and off screen. She also did a great job of distracting, hurting and pissing everyone else off. It boiled down to her mood on what she would do, which often changed like the wind.

"Indeed, I don't know what I would do without you."

"Crumble," she humbly responds. "So. . ."

"So," I mimicked while raising an eyebrow. I watched the quick flicker of annoyance then make the corner of her mouth quirk. She had a beautiful mouth, made for kissing the hell out of a lucky man. Unfortunately, it spent most of the time frowning or remaining neutral over smiling.

I suppose that was part of the whole life thing though. Without the bad you never really come to appreciate the good. Or some poetic crap like that, I'm not entirely sure on the specifics.

"Don't even think about it," she growled while pouting. So I kind of just stared at her awkwardly for a couple seconds. She looked between the championship and me and while she said no, the feral gleam in her eye said otherwise. Reaching over I tugged her bag away and set it back on the floor. She giggles slightly as I lean in to softly kiss the corner of her mouth.

Honestly I can list a hundred reasons why I do what I do. Why I strive for what I strive for. I wrestle for the money, for the traveling, for the fandom. For the glory.

I wrestle because I'm good at it and it's a hell of a lot more fun than a real job, by which I mean what far more people are stuck doing. Why be an accountant or a sales associate somewhere when you can talk shit and kick ass for a living?

Tonight was for proving I was better. The best. That I am the best at what I do. For the people who wished to claim the first win was a fluke, this was to prove otherwise. Out of all of the biggest events of the year, I've won them all save one. Maybe I could have had my arm not been broken but I'm not that greedy. I can settle for this. For now.

In the end while I do somewhat live a lifestyle fitting of the supposed character I portray, I was still just a person. One who has accomplished much and yet. . . In the end the achievements themselves didn't really fulfil me as much as I believed they should have.

When you're starting out and you're hungry for the world, it feels like you could often settle for almost anything. Every title you see, every achievement achieved feels like it could sate you, possibly complete you. That's just not how people operate, unfortunately. I don't at least.

You win everything you set out to win, you celebrate-

"-Hmm!" I manage to sound out while pulling back from the kiss. "Okay maybe instead of giant party, we just stay home." She blinks as I lean back into her, nipping at her lip.

While I take a moment to cup a hand behind her neck, she hisses against my mouth before pushing at my chest with both hands.

"We are still going to the beach."

"All the beaches!"

Her head fell back and I find myself just staring down at her. She didn't say much, she rarely had to.

My initial thoughts were obviously that this is a time of celebrating. However thinking back on it, I rarely enjoy those as much as I used to. I also tend to supposedly celebrate weekly. The events themselves are empty, often for the sake of trying to mask over whatever is bothering me at the time. Understanding this didn't really do much but to be completely honest. . . I am always trying to compensate in some way. For Cassidy, for myself. At least for now, I want to try avoiding all of that.

So no. Maybe it's not time for celebrating. Which now left a real question. What now?

I want more, so much more. That wasn't just a line in a promo. I bloody meant it.

I keep thinking on what Ravyn had told me just days ago, in regards to her health. It was like something clicked, why she may be and why even her partner may be acting out of character for themselves. Because life is fragile and while we are all guaranteed our own special day to die, she knows hers is coming sooner than others.

What’s my excuse? That’s an easy one, I enjoy everything we do; mostly. It very much has become who I am in ways, however there is always the conflict of what can come of it? I don’t plan long term. It’s really not one of my strong suits, never was. It’s slowly dawning on me that age is going to start creeping up on me. I live so far in self loathing at times thanks to regrets and a case of clinical depression and I’m sick of willowing away at times.

It’s done nothing but affect my ability to legitimately bask in the good times. I’m not upset now mind you. I just have this very weird realization creeping in how this all goes round and round in cycles. We go through life and experience the downers to more appreciate the uppers. Like these moments in time. . .

What if it could be different? What if I could escape these regrets, make up or replace the memories always haunting me, looming in the background?

She moans as my hand snaked it’s way up her thigh and under her skirt. Pushing past lace and heat and stopping. "You know what I think?" I ask as she’s throwing the title down onto the floor. I flick the tip of my finger against her core.


"Maybe?" She says, not seemingly in the mood for conversation. She tilted her hips forward in an inviting posture. I was going to continue with whatever line was on my mind but it didn’t seem all that important suddenly. I forgot. Don’t you hate when that happens and you’re mind has completely moved on to another topic, forgetting the prior?

After a while of sliding my finger over her clit, I ease her up and over into another position as she craned down over the seat to rest her head briefly. She wrapped her legs around my waist, mindless of the picture we would be giving the driver if he had the absurd desire to roll that window down. This was fine, he could get a great view of my ass. She gasps around the sensations building between her thighs. Dropping my hands I unbuckle my pants and in one swift and smooth stroke we were both groaning.

For some reason it’s now I start to think about my son. Which is terrible, on so many levels.

I think about myself growing up fatherless in the wake of six. In the middle of two brothers. They weren't exactly a replacement. With the accident that would take Sandra's life, I'm still mixed between denial and apathy, mentally trying to push one in over the other. All it's really accomplishing is pissing me off at times.

This burden I carry on myself is so terribly common. I can't tell you how much I hear of It, to the point It is frustrating. Things happen, life tends to have these small tragedies. In regards to family, it always in the end seems to boils down to communication. Talking things out can feel impossible, even when it's not. Doesn't change that feeling.

What exactly do I want?

I go to say something but find it grounded out. Sometimes we talk more during these times than we do any other it seems. That period after coitus often where most couples apparently doing their real talking is often a tranquil period of silence. It's peaceful and numbing to whatever else tries to manifest itself as a petty distraction from the pleasurable distractions.

Gripping her thighs with each thrust, I began to rock her. She proceeds to pull my head down and our mouths crash into one another. The flutter of release began to build and tighten. And then it happened.

"Let's have a baby," I suddenly sputter out while groaning. She doesn't appear to process this initially. It was like she was wrapped up in the carnal sensations and the timings of our act. Then, she wasn't.

"Wait, what did you-"

I cover her mouth with mine, trying to wrap my mind around the sudden outburst. Is having a child really what this time calls for? There is resistance suddenly as Cassidy slams her hands against my chest. I open my eyes to see her staring at me wide eyed and bewildered. Perhaps it was the sincerity in my voice.

Leaning back awkwardly she gasps a bit, seemingly trying to catch her breath midway through an intense session that had fogged the windows. Shoving me back suddenly I slide back out of her and fall to the seat.

"Seriously?!" One of our favorite words to one another; we do seem to surprise the other still, a sign of a strong and long lasting relationship.

"I- uh- I," I begin to stutter a bit before shaking my head. "Yes." If you’re going to say something that ridiculous to someone who has always stated she despised the idea of having children, you might as well mean it.

She glanced up in a way that conflicted with the expected response while shaking her head. I suppose it occurred to her I was being serious. It occurred to me too which is weird yet in that moment of clarity it sort of struck me that every bit of regret I’ve felt over the years tends to fall back to my failures as a father.

It’s to the point it can’t be repaired. I’ve conquered my demons… Mostly. I’m not sure it’s healthy to be in the moment looking at having a child as a conquest but I’m still trying to accept this is something I apparently want.

I guess it shouldn’t be much of a surprise, I can still recall the feeling in the pit of my stomach as we had went to the abortion clinic. I kinda wanted that thing, whatever it was.

“No- No! What the fuck!” She sucked in a deep breath, while continuing to shake her head, crossing her legs which left me to realize I was just sitting there with my dick out and no course of action was going to continue. I should have probably waited until afterward to have an epiphany. “Seriously??? What-”

“I get it, you don’t want kids.”

“Yes! I mean, sometimes but no and-”

I blinked in rapid succession at this point as she seemed to catch herself before immediately closing herself off. She seemed ready to hyperventilate.

“You think about it?”

“Hell no,” she replied quickly trying to remain neutral, emotionless. For once it was kind of a lost cause. It wasn't doing so well.

“I mean, you just don’t want mine?” I pout, trying to play sad. She just looks over at me like I’m an idiot. “No, don’t do that, that’s like the first hint you’ve ever given me on the matter that it may not be so closed and shut.”

“What am I supposed to say? It’s a thought that occurs at times but it kind of goes against the acceptance I had when I was sixteen that I am never going to have kids.”

That made sense. Not really.

“If it’s a nagging thought then it’s not pure acceptance-”

“I cannot believe we are having this conversation,” she begins to shake her head.

“Why? I mean, sure. Maybe we had it in our vows last year that we'd never have kids. But-”

“Have you seriously been paying attention to us? The concept of having and then doing that, that thing-”

“Raising?”

She snaps back, some of her normal form returning. “Shut UP! Yes! Raising- sweetie, it'd be a disaster.”

“I'd be a great father.”

“You've proven that beautifully!” she looks up hostilely. Her words hurt but they're words and they're a truth I don't exactly hide from. Reality is reality. It seemed to occur to her how harsh that came out and she glanced down, her own emotions appearing mixed.

“Yeah, I fucked up. That's a luxury I couldn't or wouldn't be able to afford now. It haunts me. Regardless it's not really something I look at and think, well that would be fun. Because it probably wouldn't be. Regardless, I know that I wouldn't be now what I had grown to resent then, I'd be a great father and you'd be an amazing mother.”

“Have you FORGOTTEN who you're talking to?!” she looked in a way that was heartbroken. It never occurred to me how this may in fact have been something she has thought about; probably in far greater detail than I have.

But I wasn't just saying that and I hadn't forgotten who I was talking to. I mean it was easy to say well, she's a drunk and will probably bake the baby in the car or leave it on the counter to wander off while on the cell phone. That's the pleasure I have over everyone else who has ever been involved with her though.

She's overprotective over those in her inner circle and while not generally the best at expressing much, that came from a control she had that was far stronger than anyone would ever give her credit for. She wasn't psychotic, even if the rest of the world at times bought into it.

Unfortunately in this situation it came from a fear of being domesticated, it was a weapon and a means of self defense.

“No, I haven't. I don't think it would be a complete disaster either.”

“Look at us!”

I shrug, looking down at my now completely limp dick. What a waste.

“Do you really think we can just live forever this way?”

She eyes me stubbornly at this point, seemingly gathering her usual composure back.

“... Yes? I can.”

She sounds more rebellious than confident in her statement. At this point my legitimate fear is we are going to be the death of each other. While that may have some romantic allure in there, this scandalizing and dark tale of primal urges and indulgences being constantly sated before being pushed to the next one…

Life isn't short. It's fucking long. And whether we want to admit it or not, it's all going to lose its allure too and even if we've never said it, I don't think we actually want to fucking die just yet.

Even if we do lay the groundwork for it to happen at times.

Maybe I'm trying to talk to the wrong one at the wrong time. I'm trying to bring this up out of the blue after we established together a long time ago it would never be on the table.

It's definitely not something I would probably have ever agreed to before now and I'm not even the one responsible for baring the child. I just kind of throw my sperm out. Busting a nut is my sole task.

In so many ways we are so much alike with just the variations of our personalities that collide and mix to make it all different and work. Yet it's the differences that stand as huge contrasts. It works despite it. Yet this was a topic that would have probably killed anything we had going until now.

Kind of afraid I might be shoving her to run off now. Yet, I'm also terrible about just going for whatever it is I want or think I want.

Surprisingly, she drops her face and sighs in anguish. “No, probably not.”

Leaning over I wrap an arm around her. We don't really say much else at this point. It kind of becomes a game for me of wait until she wishes to push the conversation but she doesn't opt to, instead staying locked up in her own thoughts.

It's not until the driver rolls the window down to let us know we have arrived that I begin to question how fucking long had we been driving. It's the only point in time it occurs to me to put my pants back on.

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And that was how we celebrated Rise To Greatness. In awkward silence up in a hotel room with nothing but alcohol and Netflix to keep us from having to risk further communicating our mixed feelings.

We shortly the next day departed and boarded a plane to take us back home to Las Vegas. While we didn't speak much I was at least happy to take her hand in the flight and find her leaning closer while boredly watching a monitor instead of pulling away.

I figure worse case scenario we blow a hundred thousand on forget me activities and pretend like it never happened! Except that wasn't really an option. It did happen and was now on my mind constantly. It occurred to me I was asking for too much.

The children on the plane didn't help as one burst out sobbing beside us in a way that can only be described as unbearable. It started with what can only be described as a blood curdling scream before turning into a frantic kicking and thrashing fit over not getting something he wanted. There was a mix of tears with frantic cries. While a part of me was convinced Cassidy would have killed the little bastard were she in a position where she could get away with it, I still had faith.

We simply glanced at each other before sinking down in the seats covering our ears. She mouthed off ‘SEE?’ before getting a ‘OURS WOULDN'T HAVE VOCAL CORDS.’ She didn't seem to get all of that with the silent passing of words. We weren't lip readers. This became a five minute game of mixed signals and untranslated messaging as the kid kept crying as the mother begged, tried to negotiate before screaming at him.

It was terrible. Arriving home for what would be a vacation we silently went about the process of unpacking. The idea of epic celebrating seemed to be off the table at this point. Maybe later. We didn't really broach on the topic and as the day trotted on I find myself drinking to compensate having to touch back on it or start another real discussion.

It becomes a game of grab bottle and falling over into furniture to remain balanced. I can't remember where I put the championship just yet, I meant to hang it on the wall. Instead the walls and everything else is being covered in silly string. With a canister in each of our hands it doesn't take long to begin burying each other and everything in the room in the gooey plastic.

There was a cream pie in the kitchen as she ran there for cover behind the counter. Shaking the bottles methodically and tauntingly, I roll around to sneak over to the other side to be met with a literal pie to the face.

Just whipped cream and crust everywhere. She laughs before sticking her tongue out. Nodding my head I sling some cream off of my cheek before scooping a handful and throwing it at her.

It's not until later as we are laying back over the couch watching Netflix that she says anything approaching the topic.

“I'm not going to lie and say going out and getting into car wrecks can happen every day. And at some point we’re probably going to be arrested. As much as I may at times think over the possibility, I can't see it ending well at all if we tried bringing a kid into it.”

I glance at her awkwardly, she was ruining Netflix. “It's easier to jump from obscure and high locations and play chicken with a train than even consider the notion we'd be great at it?”

“I'm not delusional.”

Shaking my head I take her leg from my lap and began running my hand up and down it as it has become my air guitar. She looks perturbed as I start to sing. It takes her a moment to realize it's ‘someday I will understand’ by Britney Spears. Cover her face Cassidy shakes her head.

“No. No! NO! Stop trying to use her against me!”

“Someday, I will understand! In God's whole plan and what he's done to me!” I'm being more upbeat. It's my best tone. “Oh but maybe someday I will breathe and I'll finally see… I'll see it all in my baby!”


She starts swiping and hitting my shoulder. For some reason domestic violence means stop, who'd have thought it? Lifting the leg up I try using her foot as a phone.

“Hello? Is the person on the other end of this done being a coward?”

“SEE?! You are a giant child!”

I smile cheerfully before her foot is used as a weapon, thrusting forward to kick me across the temple.

We kind of stopped the conversation again and I'm left wondering if maybe she's right. No, she probably is. It doesn't stop me from wanting one. I'm a selfish and impatient ass, two terrible qualities in someone tasked with the responsibility of the well being of another. Cassidy remained seemingly annoyed for the rest of the night, distancing herself from me in a way.

We didn't talk much more anyway. As we slid into bed I rolled over and began kissing along her neck, sliding a hand over to cup her right breast. This was met with her rolling over before shoving my hand off of her. Sad and defeated as she states she's not in the mood I look up to the ceiling and debate for the first time in some time masturbating.

The following day drinking began immediately as Cassidy went out shopping before I awoke. So drinking was hard. Logic morphed into some unfounded insecurity. There was a knocking at my door, drawing my attention. Stumbling over to the front door, I open it while leaning against its corridor. I was greeted with the sight of a familiar red head smiling cheerfully with a Championship draped over her shoulder.

“Hey champ- are you drunk already or have you been shit faced for the last three days in a row?” Sophie James mused as I looked at her already feeling way too out of it within a two hour time period of being conscious.

“Would you have my child?”

She looks dumbfounded initially before snarling.

“Fuck off!”


I didn't get the hostility. “What?”

“…What?”

“I said, would you have my child?”

“What, like babysitting?”

I shake my head in bewilderment. At no point did I say babysit.

“As in carry it for nine months in your womb before pushing it out of your squish mitten-”


“Again, FUCK OFF!”

I glance at her painfully. Two rejections to have my child in one week was just too painful to bare. Nodding I go to close the door before she sticks her foot in the door.

“Are you seriously trying to shut the door on my face?!”

It somewhat occurred to me she probably came over for something then, just… not to have my baby.

“Uh, sorry. Having a moment. I’m… I'm drunk.”

“Clearly. Is Cass in?”

“No.”

Nodding oddly as she eyed me somewhat concerned I was reminded of a birthday party I kind of took away from. I was tired of people looking at me like a train wreck waiting to happen.

“I'll come back later. I know where you live. We're supposed to be celebrating duel championships, remember?”

God, now I feel terrible. The SCW World Champion and the UWA World Champion sit together at a bar and that just has the greatest potential to be a real joke somewhere.

“come on, I'm not that-” leaning toward her I stumble over my own feet and nearly fall over in an attempt to knock her out with my body. She catches me as I fall over to my knees. I look awkwardly while taking the bottle in my hand and going to lift it up. I only manage to drop it.

“Fuck, Ace. It's like eleven o'clock, it's not even noon yet!”

Smiling and nodding like this was a glorious achievement I raise two thumbs up in acknowledgement. It WAS an achievement. I'm not sure what the reason was but damn it, it felt GREAT.

“Seriously, come on.”

Before I know it she is trying to help me toward the couch in the living room. She groans awkwardly as I almost trip again in another attempt to take us both out. She tries to set me down but seems to be having a hard time.

“Okay, just sit back gently. Or hard, just do something, you're heavy!”

“K’. Heh… your blob against my arm is soft.”

“My what?”

“Heh, your blob. Here look.” Reaching over I poke her boob.

“Ugh…”

I reach down to grab a hold of something and manage to fall face first into the cushions of the couch.

“Mmm… argh.”

She leans down and I can hear her saying something just beside my ear. It sounds like see you soon and sober up. Groaning again at the mere thought of the second one, the day seems to slowly creep along.

Cassidy returns at some point. I briefly remember being used as a couch. Kimberly Williams is briefly there. I feel something brushing at my face. Raising a hand up annoyed, I have apparently processed enough of the booze to function again. I pull my hand back to see I was made into a clown.

Sighing in annoyance it becomes a game of find more silly string or something to use as a weapon.

As the week continued along things began to balance back out. I was becoming somewhat afraid I had asked simply too much, had in fact said too much in a way that negatively impacted Cassidy's perception on us. She was unusually more quiet and distant. For two nights she literally slept in her old room which made sleeping incredibly fucking challenging. The things we grow used to.

It wasn't until Friday when everything seemed to be more like normal. For what was going to be a celebration of celebrations after Rise to Greatness, somethings were just far more important to me. I could lose the championship in weeks. I could win it back, I could do many things within the confines of the ring, it was my playground.

I wasn't really wanting to lose the people who made it worthwhile.

She peered in at me in a way that was seductive and yet semi vulnerable in her bathrobe. She seemed to be contemplating something as I just laid there in bed with the remote in my hand. The Departed was on.

“So…”

“So?” I respond looking up somewhat awkwardly.

“If we are doing this, this is a list.” She suddenly rushes into the room with what looks to be a notebook. Leaning over the bed she tosses it down over my chest. Looking down at it I begin reading off of the top of it.

I reserve the right to name the child regardless of gender. Private schooling, a nanny, a better maid service, a live in- wait. Is this a-”

“Not settling for anything less.”

“A private jet?!”

“Do you want this or not?!”

She looks on with a deadpan expression, yet looked on in anticipation for an actual answer.

“Um. Yeah. We will um. Need to make more, like, way more but-”

And that was all she wrote. I was not able to finish watching The Departed. Great movie but not that fucking great.

Later as we laid there with hands intertwined, I went back to reading the list. It got to being absolutely absurd, three fourths of it having nothing to do with a child. I guess that was to be expected. This is just part of the games we play. She's always prided herself on being a far better negotiator.

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Aces Letter
-Shoot-
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Dear Selena Frost Fans,

I understand there may be some issues you have with me at this juncture. Your dragon has made it clear I’m a very bad person and bad people are supposed to be punished. They are supposed to be overcome by the heroes, their efforts thwarted at every turn. It’s kind of a tradition. We all want happy stories and bad overcoming good is never happy! It’s wrong. And stuff.

Your Dragon and I have some current ongoing issues and seeing if you relate to the title of this letter, if you consider yourself a Selena Frost Fan, well, obviously you’re not going to care for what I have to say. You’re probably not going to see where I’m coming from and that's okay. Selena Frost says a lot of stupid things and on young and impressionable minds it can be very hard to make distinctions between the facts and fictions. That’s why, as a peace offering, I wish to share this letter with you all. Perhaps some of you over time can come to reason and see the error in your ways. Plus my side has way more fun stuff, like cookies, sketch pads and condoms.

I’m assuming some of you can read, if not, for any parents reading this letter, please don’t twist my words. I’m choosing them very carefully. I hope as to not offend your sensibilities.(As a side note, if you’re seriously a parent and you let your child follow this woman, you’re a terrible parent. You don’t have to repeat this part. Or maybe you do, I don’t know. Honesty is the best policy, right? That goes double if you’re seriously reading a letter to your child from me. I’m a horrible influence.)

Whatever the case may be, allow me to now go over reality. The reality is if you watched Selena Frost’s last promo. You may be slightly confused. That wasn’t the hopeful Snow Queen preaching about all of the good and strength she represents. That wasn’t the fire up of a Champion. That wasn’t the resounding speech from a woman who just saved this great company from Merrick Wiseman’s pervy Watchman Program.

That was a triggered hysterical woman trying to make desperate reaches for reality seeing as so much of what she seems to believe has come crashing down around her.

She has wrestled in that ring with me on many occasions now and she’s still trying to wrap her mind around me, apparently. As if I’m some enigma, some anomaly. It doesn’t compute or register in her thought processes just how I can be me and succeed.(If I say something that confuses your child, explain it to them. Be a parent, seriously.)

And that is something that probably should be offensive to me but it’s not. I’m not exactly one who cares what one thinks of me personally. I’m content with who I am. Confidence and self esteem is important children, remember that. So just look past the ugly slandering. I mean here I am writing this letter for your benefits so that perhaps, one day you can be a somewhat sane and coherent part of society. If Selena Frost can’t be a real role model to you poor & defenseless fans, then at least you can say that I tried. Because I care about stuff!

She just can’t wrap her mind around it. Taking Hold of the Flame. I told everyone that I was going to step in and win it before becoming the World Champion come July 30th. People thought it funny. Sure, I’m adorable, it’s easy to think just because I’m pretty I can’t work. Not only did I work kids, I worked hard. I came in at number 5! I was 5 out of 40, can you count to 40? There is a big gap between 5 and 40. If you can’t count to 40 ask your parents later to help. It can take a while!

Then imagine how I felt.

I came, I saw, I conquered. What happened then? Oh, Ace Marshall cheated! Right kids? Ace Marshall did not cheat. For starters you can’t cheat in a match with no disqualifications. Read the rule books!(Read them the rulebooks.)

But Selena persisted and persisted that I had robbed her of this wonderful opportunity. I want you to understand something now kids; in competitions there is only going to be one winner. If you get a participation trophy for being dead last, throw it away. If you’re not winning, you’re losing. Don't ever settle for just existing.

Wise words to live by, I assure you.

Selena just kept at it, however. Insisting silly notions like I cheated and that the world wants to see this Selena/Kelcey lovefest. I’m sure some people did but it wasn't Selena's turn. She didn’t earn that right. I did. She then said very, very mean things to me. She even went so far as to say she didn’t believe in me. I want you all to think about that for a moment. How would you feel? You're going out for two years straight giving it your all to do wonderful and fun things for everyone to see and be a part of and this disgusting meanie tries to say you're awful, you're going to lose and never acknowledges the full extent of everything you do?

Repeat after me, kids. Selena Frost is a bitch.

If that made you gasp or giggle, do it again. It's always more fun the more times you say it.

Now let us move forward a bit, shall we? Rise To Greatness. Selena Frost had made it clear Kelcey Wallace is the greatest, most powerful, awesomest, bestest, swellest wrestler ever. Selena Frost made vows and promises, as she often does that come Breakdown this week it was going to be Selena Frost versus Kelcey Wallace. And this falls back into her faith. It falls back into that screaming mess who talked about hating me so much.

Because despite Selena's undying loyalty and faith in her friend, despite this idea that I am evil and she is good, in her mind where good always triumphs over evil; Ace Marshall became your World Champion.

I am personally used to it, kids. People have always tried to undermine me and bring me down. Selena has done it, Kelcey has done it and I am sure more will continue to follow. Am I a bad guy for working hard and proving them wrong?

Do I go too far in my jokes, kids? Do I go too far with my theatrics? Really? I don’t think I go far enough personally. When you grow up, do you want to do what you want to do or do you want to do what everyone tells you to do?

Get back to me on that.

Now present day, reality is slowly seeping in and I just don’t think the Snow Queen is mentally equipped to deal with whats happening. She doesn't handle being wrong very well. She expels self righteousness over this idea of how everything is supposed to be and when someone defies that?

She is accusing me of stuff that honestly has no bearings to the World Championship. She feels like I rip everyone off. Now that's not nice.

My only rebuttal to that statement at this point is; so what? I don’t care if Selena cannot distinguish between Shawn and I or Shilo and I. It doesn’t make a difference to me. I'm not justifying myself to Elsa, she can take her Lady Gaga impression of “Born This Way” and stick it up her ass.(If you’re even thinking about not finishing this line, man or woman up, be an adult and tell it how it is!)

While Selena cannot seem to wrap her mind around the fact that this terrible, terrible man named Ace Marshall is the World Champion, he didn’t get here from trying to be Shawn. He also didn’t do it with misguided beliefs. Believing in something is wonderful and I encourage everyone to try it. I also encourage you talking to your parents about cynicism, realism and logic; things that help in coming to far better conclusions. I know Selena lacks a perspective on all of that; this is why you should not dream about being Selena Frost.

Now believing by itself doesn’t accomplish much. It takes action. And if there is something I am, kids? It's a man of action.

Are my actions vile? Am I truly a despicable being? I don't think so. But that’s why I'm also a winner. Before I get accused of ripping off Charlie Sheen, let me just get to the heart of this matter; the present.

Tonight, you’re going to see a match between us and I'm probably going to be very naughty. I'm going to do stuff throughout the program that probably doesn't need you watching it. Not because there is some biological reaction that will be set off in your mind that I am disgusting. Its because thats how others may feel. I go to lengths others would be ashamed of. Not necessarily because it’s wrong. It's more a social thing. Like anal, it's supposed to be great.

Take my word on it kids, anal is bad. It's very, very bad.

I will also defend the World Championship because despite not being Selena's ideal candidate, I am the World Champion. While she should apologize for ever doubting me, I'm not so smug that I would expect it. I will gladly be the better person! I will just continue doing everything my way.

Because at the end of the day, that was the entire point of this journey. Doing it my way. If it offends Selena or anyone else? If it makes your skin crawl, if it feels like a disgrace? If it makes you throw your arms up in the sky and scream your hatred for everything that resembles me? If it causes you to act out in a way completely uncharacteristically like how you've always portrayed yourself to be?

Good. See, I've never pretended to be more than what I am. I don't set out to piss people off generally but I don't cry when they lose it. My priorities don't care about who gets slapped down.

In that way, as far as you kids need to be concerned. Sure. I'm a terrible person. Don't get between me and something I want. I'll take it one way or the other.

Selena wished to focus over some drunken sketch piece I did while ego tripping at a show in San Francisco that two other people watched? Good. The image of her screaming that is not SCW was priceless!(O.M.G, its my new ringtone!!!)

Yes, it was SCW. Supreme Championship Wrestling is number one. It wasn’t an honor for me to be at that show. It was an honor for that show to have the luxury of so many of SCW’s stars coming out there. It was lucky to have me! It didn't appreciate me so... I spit on it.

Another important lesson kids, start writing notes.(Write notes if they can’t spell shit yet.) Don't ever let anyone take you for granted! Something that isn’t going to happen, not with me. See, I told you all, I practically prophesied how this was going to go. Which has led to this moment.

Remember that moment on the show after Taking Hold of the Flame? I suppose in a way, Cassidy prophesied it too. She told Selena something along the lines of after Rise To Greatness she could challenge me and stand up for her friend. Wouldn’t that be a great story, kids?

It depends on the narrator but sure! It would be a fascinating story of how she brought hell fire and brimstone hurdling down on my ass for all the crimes she finds me guilty of.

Unfortunately, I don't play fairytales. And neither should any of you. Despite tales to the contrary, I’m the World Champion for a reason and I will gladly show her and all of you why. Despite the mirror-like rise of our careers in 2016 and despite her claims of self importance, it wasn't just the year of Selena Frost. Much like this year, it was mine too and it's not stopping now just because Selena's crying about it and posting oddly awesome movie ideas. So let's just go ahead and keep adding ticks to the score, shall we? In another match between the Man and Woman of the year, I suppose it's only right we share this dance.

So for fans of this troubled woman who can't see beyond her own delusions as her mask continues to split away, stay tuned. The show is still pressing on, it's a never ending cycle. I just happen to be in the driver's seat, exactly where I should be. All I will say now is let the games continue.



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OOC: And that's it for me. Takes place immediately following the first (flashback occurring as indicated – orange is flashback, regular color is present). Promo was filmed after the first and is the only thing that is on-camera. Posted in 2 parts due to length.


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20 Years Ago

“Snowflake...” Donovan gently shook the small child in his arms as he carried her bridal style. His eyes scanned her form as she turned further into his arms, snuggling closer to him.

“Noooo.” the eight-year old whined, burying her head in her father's chest. “Sleepy.”
The whole spectacle caused Donovan to laugh. “I know you are, but I need you to open your eyes. We're here.”

With a quiet whine, Selena obeyed her father, turning her head to open her small, sapphire eyes. What she saw made her gasp. Before her stood a tower – no, a mountain of ice! The hugest ice cube the young girl had ever seen in her life – and that as coming from a girl from Nome, Alaska!

“Wow...” Selena whisper-gasped as she craned her neck to try and see how high up the ice went – it was even bigger than her papa! “What is this?” she asked in delight.

“This is called a glacier.” Donovan replied, keeping his daughter up in his arms. “It's a big piece of ice.”
“I know what a glacier is.” Selena replied. “Teacher showed us our planet has two ice caps. North Pole and South Pole. Odin lives in the North Pole.”
“He certainly does.” Donovan grinned. “Pretty big piece of ice, right?” he teased. “Can you imagine the glass of juice you'd need for that?”

Selena's eyes widened like saucers as she pictured that. “So much juice.”
“Oh yeah.” Nodded Donovan as he looked down to see the platinum white hair of his child – her Frostmere heritage – peeking out from under her toque.

It had been over a month since he had returned home one day from working in the mine to find his daughter in the tub, crying her eyes out, with Play-Doh in her hair. Donovan shook his head at that – saddened by how cruel the children – people – were being to his little girl. Holding her hand under the tub faucet to wash her hair and then dry her eyes... they hadn't been the first time he had tried to soothe his hurt child. The bullying was something that had begun a year and some back, when Selena had started going to primary school. She had always been quiet and closed off during kindergarten, but the teacher had assured Donovan that the young girl would grow out of it.

Sadly, moments like what had happened with the Play-Doh only drew her further away from people. She would make imaginary friends like the snowmen she built or the paper-cutouts she'd make with her daddy's printer paper. And moments like last month were almost enough for Donovan to give up the mine entirely and just pretend to be “normal” in the eyes of the adult populace of Nome. Maybe then, the harassment would stop for her daughter.

But he couldn't do that. That mine...there was gold there – he knew it. And that gold belonged to Selena. It needed to be there for her when she was old enough. To get her out of Nome and away from all that...evil was too strong a word but it was the only word Donovan could think of.

But such was the future, as he believed. He had gone to school the day after the incident and spoken to the principal, not only to tell him what happened and who was to blame, according to Selena, but also to get his approval to take Selena away for a few weeks (in a month's time) for a small vacation. The principal didn't do much against the Butterflies or this Sasha girl (“it's Selena's word against hers” the principal had said. “For all I know, she put it in her own hair just to get attention”). Still, he had approved Donovan's request to remove his daughter from school for a few weeks.

That had actually been the easiest part. The hardest part was convincing his wife, Anastasia, to lend him the money to charter a flight to Devon Island. He had passed it off as a learning experience and that he was meeting some members of the Frost family to discuss business – though he had used the location of Ottawa rather than Devon Island (no sense in his wife knowing the location and what it meant to him).

But, despite the obstacles, it had all worked out and the elder Frost had spent the last few days trekking across the plains with his daughter, camping with her and telling her stories by the fire. He had done all the carrying on his back and would carry Selena when her little legs got tired from walking – such as now.

But here they were at Belchier Glacier – more importantly: here Selena was...where she needed to be.

“Want to touch it?” Donovan teased his daughter with grin, earning her shocked expression of disbelief – her eyes practically screaming “SERIOUSLY?!”

“Can I?” she asked hesitantly, not sure if her daddy was actually serious.

With a laugh, the father Frost took a step forward towards the tower of ice, earning a squeal of excitement from his daughter. They both saw the steady stream of meltwater flowing nearby them, proof that – in the summer of 2-10 degrees Celsius, the glacier was somewhat melting.

“Why hasn't it melted?” Selena asked
“It is.” Donovan explained, pointing towards the stream. “That's all from the ice melting. But there is just so much ice that it won't entirely melt. So when winter hits, it'll get back whatever water it lost.”
“So, it'll be frozen forever?” Selena asked in wonder.
“That's right.” Donovan replied, not really wanting to go into philosophies about ozone and pollution with an eight-year old.

“That is so cool.” Selena replied, pulling off her mitten with her teeth and reaching out towards the closest wall of ice. Donovan slowly closed the gap between said wall and his daughter, watching her small hand press up against the solid mass of white and blue. “It's so cold!” Selena smiled before an idea seemed to hit her. “Can I lick it?”

“No, you can't lick it.” Donovan asked with an incredulous laugh. “Why would you want to do that?”
“I saw Burt Tammers stick his tongue on the monkey bars last winter. He got his tongue stuck.”
“And you want to do that?” Donovan asked in somewhat disbelief.
“Maybe...” Selena pouted – showing her age.
“I rather you didn't, sweetie. I mean...I'm not sure I'd be able to get it off you did. You wouldn't want to lose your tongue would you?”

Quickly, and in a frightened manner, Selena shook her head. “No, papa.”
“I wouldn't want you to either. Not like tongue-less Tom...poor guy.”
The platinum-haired child's eyes widened. “What happened to 'tongue-less Tom'?”
“You don't want to know. Let's just say he had to learn to talk with his hands.” Donovan sighed, though he was rather amused from the effect his fictitious character had on his daughter. “Want to go into the cave?”

Turning her head to look inside, Selena saw a bit of light bouncing off the pure-white and blue walls. “Is it safe? There's no ice monsters in there?”
“Of course not.” Donovan replied. “You're safe with me.”
“Okay, daddy.” Selena nodded before pointing towards the entrance. “Forward!”
“Yes, my queen.” Donovan replied with a roll of his eyes.

Due to the meltwater channel flowing through the cave, and the deepness of the water being just under knee-high for Donovan, he wore waterproof overalls with connecting boots. He had no desire for his daughter to catch her cold in such water, so he kept her close as he stepped into the cave, the water pooling around him as he stepped inside but he remained dry.

“So, Selena...I sort of brought you here for a reason...” he began but Selena was barely paying attention. Her eyes kept scanning across the beautiful, natural designs that the ice had created across the walls and 'ceiling'.

“This is amazing.” she whispered, her voice echoing a little throughout the cavern. “Like a castle of crystals.”
“Castle of crystals...of crystals...” came the echo, causing Selena to smile.
“HI!” she called out.
“Hi!” came the reply.
“I'm Selena!”
“I'm Selena!” the cave responded.
“That's a pretty name!”
“Pretty name!”
“Thank you.” Selena smiled.
“You're welcome.”

Selena's shrank back at the sound, only to realize it was her father whispering that last one in her ear.

“Not funny.” she replied.
“Funny.” came the echo.
“You stay out of this!” shot Selena. “The cave is a jerk.”
“Language, young lady.” reprimanded the father Frost.
“Sorry, papa.” Selena whispered as Donovan wade through the water.

Eventually, he spotted what he was looking for, a small but sturdy piece of frozen ice that served as a kind of peninsula against one of the many frozen walls. “There it is.” he said before reaching it and placing his daughter down upon it. She stood on the ice and looked around.

“Daddy...are we going to live here now?” she asked. “Like – will this be our castle?”
He had to smile at his child's imagination. Despite the hardships she had endured, she had kept that alive and well and, for a moment, Donovan prayed that she never lost it.

“No, snowflake. I'm afraid not. We need to go back at some point.”
“But...” Selena sighed, the child looking around the cavern. “No one would be mean to us here.”
“Us?” Donovan asked in surprise, eyebrow raised.
“All the people in town that are mean to you. That make fun of you. That point and laugh at you.”

The father's eyes widened slightly in surprise. Perhaps it was his own fault for subconsciously not giving his daughter enough credit, but he had hoped that Selena had not noticed the views of Nome, Alaska, when it came to him. That she could not comprehend their words or meanings. That if he played it off with a smile and nod, she would believe that it was just some form of greeting.

“What makes you think they are making fun of daddy, sweetheart.” He tried – still hopeful.
“They look at you the same way the kids at school look at me. Laugh the same way too.” Selena shrugged, drawing lazy circles into the ice she sat on, he snow pants keeping her legs and backside warm and dry.

“I see.” Donovan replied, nodding his head sadly. He was not a man that lived in denial for very long. “I'm sorry that they are like that to you.”

“Why, daddy?” Selena asked, as she looked up at her father. “Why don't you do like mother does and make them stop. No one makes fun of her. They respect her.”
“No, Selena.” Donovan replied, his voice growing stern. “No, they fear her. They are afraid of your mother, and that isn't what I want. Not for me and not for you. Because if you make people fear you – then how are you any different than the bullies that act towards you in hate? Does that make sense?”

Selena tried – oh how she tried – so hard to understand, but she eventually could only shake her head sadly.

“It's alright.” Donovan offered. “I'll try to put it this way. Those girls that pick on you – I'll bet they did it because their parents hate me and told them to hate you. Or they decided to judge you without knowing you because their parents did that to our family. Whatever they need to do make them think themselves as better than everyone else. And if you tried to do what your mother does – then you're saying that you're so much better than everyone else that you can judge them and harass them and frighten them – just like those girls did to you.”

“I'm still confused.” Selena whined.
“Selena.” Donovan tried one last time, taking his child's small hands into his. “In life, you will face hatred from other people. And if you reply in hate in kind – you will only get more hate. Hate cannot beat hate-” he quoted. “Only love can do that.”
“Love beats hate?”
“That's right, sweetie. In fact, that's kinda why we are here.” the salt-and-pepper hair-colored man smiled. “I have a story to you about this special place.”

“A story? Okay!” Selena smiled, clapping her hands. Her father had filled her ears with stories the entire trip. Ghosts, goblins, princes and princess, even one about an ancient, frozen dragon their ancestors, the Frostmeres, tracked down.

“You see, this special place – this 'palace of ice', as you called it? Well-”
“Daddy?”
“Yes, darling.”
“Can I be in the story this time?”
“You are!” Donovan smiled, surprising the child. “That's why I wanted to bring you here. Selena... this... this is where you were born.”

Selena's eyes widened, her mouth hung agape, her eyes once more scanning around the many layers of ice and designs.

“Do you know what that means, Selena?” inquired her father.
“Y-yes...” Selena slowly replied. “I was born here?”
“Yes, sweetheart. You see, your...” he seemed to pause for a moment, as if trying to choose his words carefully in his story – Selena wasn't sure why. “Your mother and I were travelling across Devon Island.”
“How did you get here? Did you take a plan like us?”
“No, sweetie. We were hiding from...from...from some mean goblins. So we took a magic boat! An invisible boat that would not be dedicated by patrols – patrolling goblins. But as we were travelling, your mother -”
“She was pregnant with me, right?”
“That's right – did you read about this?”
Selena nodded. “The library.”

The say that the elder Frost was surprised at his daughter's reclusive nature and that she had taken to being in the library would be untrue. Still, the story had to continue and he rather not get into a conversation with her about the birds and the bees.

“Well, we were travelling when it got very cold and storm hit. We had to be very careful with your mother being so pregnant, our travel slower than usual. So, when the storm hit, nothing was more important than finding shelter. Fortunately, we found this cavern.”
“Did you carry mom like you did me.”
“I did.” chuckled Donovan. “You were much lighter.”
“Then what happened?”

“Well...” continued Donovan. “Keeping you and your mother alive was the priority. Which meant keeping her warm.”
“Did you start a fire here?” Selena asked in alarm.
“No. That wasn't possible. Fortunately, we had packed several blankets and waterproof clothes to keep her warm. She must have had two or three overalls on.” a brief laugh came from Donovan before he continued. “But late into the night, she went into labour – do you know what that means?”

“She began working?”
“No, I mean the kind of labour – well, let's just say that you were tired of waiting to come out and play.”
“I was?”
“Oh, you were so impatient!” Donovan laughed, running a hand along Selena's hair to tussle it and muck it up. “Daddy!” she whined. “Not my hair.”
“Sorry, darling.” he apologized. “Anyway, your mother was so calm and brave the whole time. I was a wreck. But many hours later, out you came.”
“Ta-dah!” Selena raised her arms. “Did you name me by going outside? Like we're supposed to?”
“I did.” grinned Donovan. “It was night – Christmas Day. And I looked to the bright moon and stars and your name just came to me. Selena.”
“What about mom?” Selena asked, her arms now wrapped around her knees.

“Well, she counted all your fingers and all your toes with me. But as we stayed here, she and I both knew that we couldn't keep running away from our problems. We endangered not just our lives travelling to places like this, but your life – which was the important thing to us now.”
“So you went back to Nome?” Selena concluded, earning a nod from her father. “That sounds like such a sad story.”

“In some ways...it is...” Donovan replied, “But there's one more thing. Your mother told me of an old custom of hers.”
“A custom?”
“A tradition. Something rather special.” Donovan replied, reaching into his pocket under his overalls to pull out a few coins of spare change.
“Coins?”
“Change.” Donovan corrected. “Whenever a big change happened, your mother would bury a coin or two somewhere in the world – making a wish with it to welcome the change.”
“That's...weird.”
“Think of it like burying treasure.” Donovan tried.
“Still weird. Mom isn't a pirate.”
“Oh...you'd be surprised.” Donovan whispered, a far-away look in his eyes.
“What?”
“Nothing, darling. Anyway, your mother taught me this tradition when you were born and she and I buried a coin for you here...in this place.”

He held his hand against the ice wall.
“You buried a coin here?”
“We did, Selena.”
“Is it still here?! We can find it! We can search for treasure-”
“Oh, darling. If it was still here, that was eight years ago. It would be buried under layers and layers of ice. Ice we can't possibly break.”

“Oh...” Selena replied sadly, looking down at her hands. The way her father had talked about it, her 'mother's coin' sounded like something beyond special – like this whole place was a wishing fountain in a mall – or the coin was a wishing star! And she wanted to touch that magic – she wanted to make a wish -

“Sweetheart?” she heard her father call her and turned her head in time to see him kneeling before her, his hand held out to her – an American quarter in his fingers. “Shall we?”

Selena's eyes widened. “We're- we're going to make a wish?”
“We sure are.” smiled her father.

Beyond ecstatic, Selena squealed and hoped up and down around her father before taking the coin gently into her hands and holding it to her heart. “I wish...”

“Oh...easy there, feisty. Think about it for a second. And you have to whisper it to the coin. I can't hear it, okay? Only people touching the coin can make the wish.”
“Will you make one too, daddy?” Selena asked. Her question was answered when her father held up a second coin – this one a smaller American nickel.
“Way ahead of you.” He grinned smugly.

With a nod, Selena scurried across the small pad of icy floor so her father couldn’t possibly hear her wishing, even turning her back to him for added measure.

“Okay. Wishing...wishing...wishing...” she whispered, rubbing her hands together, feeling the coin in her palms. There were so many things she wanted. Real, loving friends, happiness for her family, a pet white stallion (What eight year old girl didn’t want that?). She also wanted to be taller, maybe not so plain – looking – the Butterflies had used the word ugly but Selena didn’t want to think that about herself.

She couldn’t decide! There were so many things to wish for and she only had one coin!

“Daddy? Do you have any more coins? I can’t decide.” She called out, her voice slightly echoing in the chamber of ice.

Her father had been kneeling on the ice, his hands holding his coin as if in prayer. Without moving or even opening his eyes, the elder Frost calmly spoke. “Just look in your heart and find the one thing you want more than anything. Trust me. It’s there.”

It was all he said before returning to his own wishing. Hardly a good answer for an eight year old to hear, though. Giving a huff, Selena looked down at the shiny coin in her hands.

Friends.
Height.
Pony.
Happiness.

Which was more important?!

Looking back over to her father, Selena saw the strength and certainty in his posture. He was speaking low (she could see his jaw moving slightly as he spoke). For a moment, Selena’s eyes scanned upwards towards the frozen ceiling above her, her father’s story coming back to her.

She had been born her – inside this palace of ice.

It was where her father had learned the tradition they were doing now. But... a question formed in Selena’s mind – one she refused to voice aloud.

What had they wished for?

She could imagine then as her father had described them to her. Stuck in an ice cave, a storm raging outside, a new-born baby being held by her mother. Did they wish for their survival? Or something more?

Quietly, Selena cast her eyes back onto her father and she felt... she felt strange. In that moment, she saw the man that had fought for her to her principal, had washed her hair free of Play-Doh, had spend so much money to bring her to this magical place, carried her here even...

And had asked for nothing in return.

That was the difference between her and her father, Selena realized. Through all the hate that was poured upon her, all the pranks that were played, every time she cried or threw a tantrum about how unfair it all was... he had always been there to catch her, hold her, help her. She always had her papa.

But who did he have to help him? Who could he turn to when the hate became too much. We the anger filled every part of him? When he wanted to cry and scream about the unfairness of the world?

Despite her best hopes, she knew her mother, Anastasia, wasn’t that person. She didn’t care for the mine – a lost cause she called it – and she hated weakness. And she seemed to keep finding it in her husband.

Her father had no one...

And I thought I was alone... the child thought glumly before looking down at her hands and the coin within it. Slowly, she took a deep breath, her hands rubbing the coin before bringing it up to her lips.

“I wish daddy could have the happiest life in the world.” She whispered. Her wish made, the white-haired child kissed her coin as her father had instructed.

“Done, papa.” She called out, running and sliding back to his side to see him reaching into his backpack and pulling out a hammer and a chisel. With a slight bit if wonder, she watched him place the chisel against the ice wall (about four feet above the base where the wall met the “floor”) and struck with the hammer. The action and repeated strikes were done so smoothly, revealing the expertise that Donovan Frost had from years of working in his cave – mine looking for gold back home. A few more strong strikes and the wall of ice now had a good inlet carved inside it.

With a grin of satisfaction, the miner turned to his daughter with a grin. “Alright hunny, set your coin inside there.” He gestured to the inlet.

Nodding her head in understanding, Selena approached the wall, her hands tight on the coin – she had no desire to drop it and risk “breaking the wish” (if that was even a thing). She held her breath and didn’t exhale until she had placed her coin to rest inside the horizontal inlet and stepped away from it.

“Nicely done.” Donovan praised. “Did you figure out a good wish?”
Selena couldn’t answer, only nodding her head instead.
“Atta girl.” Came the smiling response from Donovan before he too placed his coin in the inlet, this one on top of Selena’s coin – as it was the smaller of the two.

“Now what?” Came the inevitable question.
“Now we head home.” Came the simple response.
“But what about the coins?” Selena asked. “Won’t they fall out?”

Her father kindly shook his head. “So very few people come by here my dear.” Smiled the old man. “By the time anybody does, the ice will have refrozen over this inlet and the coins will be as if they were locked inside a safe”.

Quietly, Donovan slung his backpack over his frame before gingerly picking up his daughter and once more cradling her within his arms. “Ready to head home?” He asked.

Selena could only nod as she began to feel a sense of weariness overtake her. Perhaps it was the sound of water sloshing around as Donovan took a step back into the channel of meltwater. Or perhaps it was the humming that she heard from deep within her father’s chest as he marched through the cold water on his way to exit the cave. Whichever it was, she felt her eyes drooping closed, but as they did, she could swear that she heard her father speaking to her again.

“Selena.” He said. “Never forget this place. We may never be able to come back here together, but one day, when you’re older, if you ever feel alone or unsure of yourself, I want you to come find this place. Find this place so you can be reminded of where you come from...” he paused for a moment, as if to take one last look around the cave – the miner almost certain this would be the last time he, himself, would ever see it. “Because this is who you are.” he whispered to his child as she drifted deeper into sleep.

This is who you are.
This is who you are.
This is who you are.


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Selena could almost see her eight-year-old self being carried by her father bridal style out of the cave. She could almost envision a smile on his bearded face as he kept his daughter close to him. She could almost see the peaceful serene look on the child as she drifted away into sleep, unaware that she would not truly remember this moment - this event - for another twenty years.

To believe that things got easier after that day would have been ridiculous and stupid. Selena was still harassed by the students at public school and for a long time onward. Her father had made her promise not to tell Anastasia about their adventure – saying she would not be happy hearing that they travelled so far. At the times, Selena had not understood why, but looking back, the Snow Queen now understood perfectly. After all, Donovan had referred to the woman as her mother, which Selena now knew that Anastasia DeCarlo was not.

And as for her wish...

The Snow Queen released a breath upon the air. Her wish had come true, though perhaps not as her eight-year-old self had believed it would. Her father, Donovan, now known as Jonathan Von Hohenheim, had gotten the happy ending he so richly deserved – this was true – just not as Donovan Frost or with Selena. Selena had to smile at the thought of her father being happy – even if it broke her heart. Despite the pain of loss, she still kept tabs on her father and her biological mother, Alejandra – regardless of the distance, they were still family. But they were happy together without her, with a son of their own. And gods bless them, they had tried, especially Alejandra, to be involved in Selena's life as much as possible, even attending her wedding to Deanna. And in those respects, and in the happiness of her father, the wish have been well worth it in Selena's mind.

“Well, father.” Selena smiled sadly as she gazed up at the tall tower of ice before her. “I kept my promise.” she whispered. “I made it.”

The Belchier Glacier (at least the outside) looked like it hadn’t changed in almost twenty years. It was the same height, the same Arctic blue and white colours, and the same awe-inspiring look that had captivated her when she was a child. There was no doubt about it. She had found it, alright.

Her guide, meanwhile, was nowhere to be seen. He had hung back as soon as he had pointed out the glacier to Selena’s eyes and she was grateful to him for that. What it was she had to do here, and she still wasn’t entirely certain what that was, she needed to do alone. For herself more than for anything else.

Adjusting her backpack a bit more securely onto her back, and checking to see that her overalls were tightened, the Snow Queen stepped from the stone path into the channel, her feet sinking to the bottom of the meltwater. The water rose to her waist but the overalls protected her from getting too cold and wet. She was soon to have an SCW World Championship match. There was no sense in her getting a cold anytime soon.

She kept her backpack on her as high as she could, keeping it rested mostly on the back of her shoulder blades as she waded through the channel water, keeping her eyes peeled as they scanned through the cavern. The sapphire orbs took in all the new details and designs of the ice walls and ceiling, some so different than when she had seen them twenty years ago.

Somethings had to change - she thought to herself. Perhaps it was a little silly to imagine that the cavern hadn't changed a bit after all this time. The wonder wasn’t as pure and innocent as it had been then, but there was still some sort of majesty about this place, something familiar.

It took only a few more minutes of her wading through the waters before she saw it. It was a little bit smaller than how she remembered it, which made sense considering she was in the summer season, but it was still there. That floor of frozen ice that served as a shore from the channel – the same one she had been born on.

Seeing the shore before her, Selena put on extra burst of speed as she pushed her way through the waters until she was able to crawl onto the icy land. Dropping her backpack to the side, Selena took a quick moment to catch her breath.

I made it! She thought to herself. She wasn’t sure what had triggered the memory of this place in the first place. Perhaps it had been the knowledge that she was soon to be facing the world champion. Perhaps it was the insecurity that she had in facing Ace – having never pinned him, made him submit or even beat him. Perhaps it was insecurity she felt about herself. The past few months that had led to Rise to Greatness had not exactly been her most flattering of moments. In fact, if she were honest with herself, Selena would admit that the past few months had brought out a side of her that she was not too pleased with. She had, at times, hated herself for the things she thought and, sometimes, the things she did. She had been walking a fine line of danger and darkness for so long, and so often these past few months, she had found herself on the verge of just giving in.

Thanks to people like Ace Marshall and Vixen Cain. People who disrespected SCW, who endangered her children, who threatened every single thing she believed in in this business and in her life, these people were people – bastards, maybe, but still people - that Selena had truly wanted to hurt... Truly wanted to unleash the dragon upon them!

And she didn’t want to feel this way anymore. Vixen was defeated, the Watchman Program was destroyed, and the crimes against her had been righted and avenged as best as possible. There was no reason to hold onto this anger anymore. There was no reason to be this person anymore – and there was no reason to be anything “that way” again.

Selena sighed as she began digging through her backpack. She just wanted to be Selena Frost again, before all of this chaos happened. She wanted to be the woman striving to be a great wrestler. Striving to be the best. She just wanted to go back. And in an hour of desperation (brought on by that damn nightmare), her mind had floated back to a moment where, as a child, she had wanted change so badly in her life, she had followed her father into a 'magical' glacier to wish upon a coin.

And now she had done it again. Chasing a ghost of a memory into the same glacier.

Pulling out the chisel and hammer, Selena hammered the chisel that struck the wall. She wasn't as skilled a miner as her father had been, but years of working the mine after his disappearance gave her enough to imitate what she had watched her father do back then, carving her inlet into the wall after several minutes of chiselling and hammering.

“That was easy.” she said with huff before dropping the hammer and the chisel to the ground and reaching into her actual pant pocket (her hand going between her pants and her coveralls to reach the right pocket) to pull out a toonie. In truth, Selena had brought several coins with her, in case she lost one during her hiking – but the Canadian gold and silver mix-coloured coin was the biggest coin she had on her.

“Okay...” she whispered, tossing the coin back and forth between her hands. “Just like last time.” she told herself. “Hold the coin to your chest, clear your mind, tell the coin 'I wish to go back to being the old Selena Frost', kiss the coin, bury it in the ice. Easy.” she instructed.

That had been the plan from the get-go. She needed to go back to where she had been and avoid remaining on the slippery slope she found herself on. Because that's all it had taken for people like Regan Street, Dawn Lohan...Jason Zero... one bad day – one bad decision and down the slope they fell. And against Ace? A person she WANTED to desperately hurt – almost as much as she had wanted to hurt Vixen Cain? She had barely survived her war with Cain with her identity intact. What if Ace got to during the match in ways that Cain hadn't been able to back in Phoenix? What if he cheated her again, using Cassidy Carter like he had at the royale, or some other kind of loophole to steal a successful title defence?

Worse...what if Ace beat her clean?

Already, Selena's ego went into overdrive – angered by the thought of that drunken bastard who had disrespected everything SCW stood for outwrestling her – someone that loved being a wrestler and trained harder than anyone else for it. But what if he did? What if he did beat her? Could she handle it? Or would she snap like the others had? A loss to Selena had driven Regan mad and made her obsessed with the Snow Queen. Was Selena that far off? The old Selena was, for sure, but this Selena? Who had done so much that was against her initial beliefs in her war with Vixen Cain?

Quickly, she pressed her hands together and pressed said hands against her heart, like she had before. “I wish...” she whispered, the words playing in her mind.

To be the old Selena Frost again.
To be the old Selena Frost again.
To be the old Selena Frost again.


But her mouth merely hung open – she could not say what she was thinking. Could not finish the wish because...because...

She released a breath, lowering her hands. Because she didn't want to go back to being the old Selena Frost.

It was sad to admit, but as she opened her eyes and looked amongst the crystal designs of the ice walls, she could almost see herself in their designs – see herself holding the SCW World Championship, losing said title to Cain, seeing her fail her promise to Kelcey over and over again – she saw herself making so many mistakes...

The old Selena Frost had had such dreams in being the World Champion – challenging the very best, the rising, and/or hardest working talent in SCW... and she hadn't even been able to handle one ambush. The old Selena Frost had then been so obsessed with revenge and punishment, that she had made the fatal mistake during her match with B and B Experience and cost her and Kelcey their revenge. The old Selena Frost had been outsmarted by Cain over and over again and humiliated on Twitter by Ace and Cassidy over and over again.

The old Selena Frost – Selena had to admit, seeing her in a new light amidst the ice – was someone she didn't want to be. Deep down, she finally admitted to herself (in the privacy of her birthplace) that she had enjoyed showing no fear against Cain – making Mr. D. believe in her and making their Rise to Greatness match happen despite the gamble it was. She enjoyed punishing Cain in the opening moments of their match and then refusing to relent on her attack as much as she could. She enjoyed making him tap out in the middle of the ring. And, upon seeing Ace win the World Championship – though the notion had made her feel rather ill – Selena admitted that she enjoyed the notion of doing the same thing to Ace that she had done to Cain in Phoenix, especially after that bastard had done what he did at World Hazard Fair!

The old Selena Frost didn't hate anyone...but Selena now? She did. She did hate some people. She hated certain mindsets. She hated certain attitudes. And it made her want to fight all of them as she had fought Cain and the Watchman Program. No hesitation, no mercy, no doubt. Succeed or fail – those were the two options in Selena's mind now...and she loved the edge – the aggression – that came with that ultimatum.

“So...now what?” she asked herself as she looked around. She didn't need the wish anymore – at least not the wish she had originally planned. But she couldn't just walk away – it felt disrespectful to her birthplace and her parents to do such a thing without honouring the tradition her father had taught her.

“Just look in your heart and find the one thing you want more than anything. Trust me. It’s there.”

She heard her father's words from across the decades echo in her mind. The thing you want more than anything. The obvious one came first. She could wish her family back together – all of them: Deanna, Elsianna, and David. She could wish justice upon Malcolm Scythe and his family for all the crimes they had done against her and her family – but to use the wish for either felt so...so...

“Selfish.” she said, loud enough for it to echo within the ice-cavern. She believed, in her heart, that she didn't need a wish for her family to survive the Scythes. They had overcome so much already without some stupid wish! They were strong – they were the Frosts! And the would overcome the Scythes and be happy together, fighting for that happiness every single day!

So, that left SCW – which she had JUST saved from-

Selena stopped, her eyes flying open as lighting seemed to go off in her brain. She had saved SCW, alright. Saved it from a corrupt system run by an even more corrupt man... but that didn't mean that SCW was flawless or perfect.

For all his crimes and all the punishment he deserves, Cain had left a few thoughts in Selena's head – had given her reality about SCW a rather hard shake. And while she refused to believe that it was a bad place or Mr. D. was evil – hearing Cain's grievances and seeing how they had played a part in the transformation of Jason Zero... she knew SCW could be better. Not just for her – but for everyone!

The Snow Queen's mind buzzed with possibilities – opening communications further with Mr. D. – working WITH him rather than against him as Cain did to improve SCW for everyone. It was exciting to contemplate! She wanted the S in the name to truly mean 'supreme'!

But...it would take a lot of work...work that needed a strong leader – a strong champion – however it needed to be worded... someone was strong to do the work was vital!

Slowly, Selena raised her hands to her lips, opening them so that she could speak her wish to her coin.

“I wish that I had the strength to change SCW for the better. For everyone.” she whispered before kissing the warm metal in her hands and lowering her hands. Without another word, she moved over to the wall and pressed the coin into the inlet she had made. Silently, she hoped that no one would come by this place for a long time, until her wish had time to become part of the integral structure of the ice-cavern.

With a sigh, Selena silently bid her birthplace farewell before slipping away back into the water and, eventually, out of the cave. Her guide was waiting for her at the entrance. He didn't comment at her state of wetness or ask her purpose for all of this travelling. Instead, he merely tilted his head and asked, “Did everything you wanted to?”

Selena thought about it for a moment before answering. “Not what I planned...but what was needed, yes.”
“Good.” the guide smiled, the sunlight bouncing off a little on his white-shirt. “Ready to head home?”

The Snow Queen's eyes danced at the question – the same one her father had asked her so long ago.

“You know what?” she asked. “I never did really answer that question -” she whispered before turning her attention back fully to her guide. “

Yes...” she finally said. “Yes, I am. I am ready.”
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I'll go back to my company and still be the King of Wrestling. So fuck you all very much.

I'll go back to my company and still be the King of Wrestling. So fuck you all very much.

I'll go back to my company and still be the King of Wrestling. So fuck you all very much.


The line is heard before anything is seen. But slowly, as the words are played, the camera fades in to the sight of the titantron inside the Air Canada Centre of Toronto, Ontario – just a twelve minute walk from the Imagine Cinemas where the last “Frozen Central” was filmed.

The scene, which was where we last left, is the same – that of the new World Champion shooting his promo at the World Hazard Fair last weekend, clearly intoxicated plays once more before stopping and the screen going to black. As the camera turns around, the arena is as it common with this segment – arctic-blue and white lights, a mist rolling down the rampway and around the ring – with the Snow Queen and host sitting cross-legged right in the center of her world. Her eyes are on the footage and her hands are tightly gripping her knees as the footage ends. She takes a few deep breaths to calm herself before slowly pushing herself to her feet.

Am I supposed to laugh at that, True-Believers? Did you laugh at it when you saw it? Those of you that were there at the World Hazard Fair – did you laugh when you saw this promo? Or did you feel what I feel now? Selena looks down at her clenched fists. Shame, disgust, revulsion...

Selena's head snaps up to stare at the camera, but her focus is on one person and one person alone.

How dare you... her voice is barely a whisper before it explodes into a yell. How dare you, you piece of crap! Who do you think you are doing something like that? You think you're the King of Wrestling so you think no one will say anything? Like in the story “The Emperor's New Clothes”, no one will dare question the royalty of fear of looking foolish?

A sharp chuckle escapes Selena for a brief moment.

Well, guess what, “King”? You've made it your mission to try and make me look foolish across Twitter so why should we stop this little game now? I'm not going to keep silent – I'm calling you out on that crap! I don't give a damn about you burying your opponents – hell, bury me if you want! Bury me with your words and insults! Sticks and stones, Ace! But what you did? What you willingly chose to do?

Do you not get it, Ace? Of course not. As you named your promo “I don't care” - what a damn surprise! Ace Marshall does not care! Does not care about the company he's supposedly representing – the company that ALLOWED him to show up at the World Hazard Fair – who pays his salary and is the reason he's a known wrestler in the first place.

Ace Marshall does not care about the well-being of the people he faces... this isn't checkers, Ace! In case you forgot, you pitiful troll, this is wrestling. What we do is dangerous – that's why SCW HQ posts all those PSAs of “Please Don't Try This At Home”. In this ring, with people like you and me, like Kelcey and Regan, it's DANGEROUS. You broke your damn arm doing this business – and you choose to enter the ring and endanger your teammates and your opponents by being drunk?! To endanger their careers – their LIVES – with the risk of a bad suplex or lift from your bumbling form?!

Ace Marshall does not care about the people that paid to travel to the World Hazard Fair to see him. Who paid to watch it on special Pay-Per-View channels. Who devote their time, money and energy to wrestling – and, yes, partly to him! People that were denied seeing Ace Marshall at his very best because he decided that he wanted to show up to work drunk!

You realize in any other profession, if you had done that, you would have been suspended at best, fired at worst, right? Are you that stupid? I know, you love using that word on me – but you know what? Congratulations! You get the crown, “King”! Because I may be a foolish little girl from Nome that all the little girls look up to, as you've repeated over and over again, but never would I do what you have done! Not in a million years!


Shaking her head angrily, Selena paces around the ring, trying her best to keep her composure.

And why? Why did you do it, Ace? There is a brief pause as Selena stops, choosing to stand in the ring. Do you know why, True-Believers? I'll tell you – because he flat out admitted it himself! He chose to drown in Jack Daniels because he didn't get what he wanted for the World Hazard Fair. He wanted to face his wife in a match of “hostile destruction”, but since Ace didn't get his way, he felt he had the right to come to the World Hazard Fair drunk...

Selena takes a deep breath.

Are you kidding me, Ace? You were HANDED the Taking Hold of the Flame Battle Royale. You were GIFTED the main-event at Rise to Greatness and the World Championship title match. You've gotten EVERYTHING you've wanted since coming back to SCW – but the one time you DON'T get what you want – the one time it doesn't come to you with ease, you drink yourself stupid and endanger your peers and cheat what few fans you actually have?

This...this was your first appearance as the SCW World Champion. Do you know what that means, Ace? What being World Champion means? I actually thought you would know because of how hard you fought Kelcey to get that title. I genuinely believed that, beneath that joking, crass persona was someone that, at the very least, knew what it meant to be SCW World Champion. It means that you represent the company, Ace – more than that, you represent the best that SCW has! You embody the values and beliefs of the SCW Universe – member and fan alike!

So how do you think it makes SCW, Oleska, and all of us look when you do...that? All because you didn't get what you wanted?!


Selena is silent for a moment as she looks around the arena, the very home – the heart – of SCW itself.

Three weeks ago, I risked everything to keep SCW alive. To save SCW as so many people, including YOU, demanded I do. Remember that, Ace? You demanded that I save “your company”. Do you think I did that – went through what I did - just to watch the World Champion act like that? Let me spare you the brain-cell work, Marshall. I didn't! I DIDN'T risk so much of myself for that kind of behaviour!

I risked it all because I believe in SCW – I respect SCW – and I believe that it has the potential to get better and better with each new season. With every new show. With every new moment! And despite what I feel towards you personally, I thought, from a wrestler to another, after your amazing efforts in Phoenix – I thought you understood that too. I thought you were part of that.

I was very wrong.


Slowly, Selena shakes her head.

Because what happens when you don't get your way again, Ace? Hmm? What happens when Mr. D. doesn't give you the match you want? Doesn't give you the opponent you want? What happens, Ace, if, say, you get past me and then have to face me again? And again? And again and again and again after that?

Selena stops for a moment, a slight grin forming across her lips.

What, Ace? Do you think that if you manage to cheat me again like you've done all this year that I'll just stop? That I'll just give up and run away like you did in 2009 with the tag titles? Ace...I'm NEVER going to stop. I'm NEVER going to run away. I'm not going to stop coming after you and the World Championship. I'm not going to stop fighting for that championship and everything it means to hold it! So, right off the bat- Selena points to her face and platinum hair. Get use to seeing this face and this hair because if you manage to get past me, you're going to be seeing it every where you look! Backstage, in the ring, I'll be coming after you to take back the World Championship! And you can believe that!

Stopping for a moment to take a few breaths, Selena runs a hand through her long hair.

So what then, Ace? What happens if you get bored of facing me? When, instead of getting your desired challenger, you get me again? What happens when you don't get your way in SCW? If World Hazard was any indication, we all know exactly what will happen to “The King of Wrestling”. And I just saw our World Champion drunk and watched the clips multiple times, True-Believers. I sure as hell am not going to watch it again.

What do I mean, Ace? I mean that you're not going to have to worry about “not getting your way AS the World Champion”. You're just not going to get your way period. Because the only way you're going to ever reach that state of “I don't care” again as World Champion is over my dead body!


The Snow Queen glares at the camera, the passion rolling off her in waves.

Because now, you're no different than Vixen Cain to me. You're a waste, Ace. Just like him. A waste of god-given talent! A waste of a brilliant mind – a waste, period. And I say “over my dead body” because I rather be dead then see the company I save be represented and embodied by a selfish lush like you!

We are SCW, Ace! We stand for Supreme Championship Wrestling. We stand for something that is greater than us. And maybe you don't care – but I do. Those little girls you love to tease me about? The ones that will grow into the future of our world? The ones that watch us? Emulate us? Yes, I do care about them, as well as the boys and the adults, and the teens – all of them.

Because what do they learn from you? That it's okay to come to work drunk? That it's okay to beat your wife in the ring? That it's okay to objectify women with your kind of talk? That it's okay to judge people on appearance and assumptions – like your little “all models have eating disorders” nonsense? No, Ace. I refuse – I REFUSE – to let our company be represented by someone – something – like that. I refuse to be part of any program that thinks acting like that is EVER okay.


Angrily, the Alaskan Dragon scratches her scalp – her demeanour reminiscent to her obsession the past few months to get Vixen Cain in the ring and into a match.

Maybe I am biting off more than I can chew, Ace. I've never beaten you. I've never pinned you or made you submit. You're the one World Champion I've never defeated – despite you always beating me one way or another. So...what if I win? Go against the odds and shock the world by ending your world championship reign as quickly as it began? Standing by my beliefs and fighting to represent SCW as it should be represented – with respect for all that it and the SCW Universe have given people like you and me? Call me crazy, Ace – or stupid as you have – but I imagine something as inspirational is that is far better for those “little girls” than what you're showing all of us.

But therein lies the crux of the matter – can Selena Frost beat Ace Marshall in this ring?


Lowering her hands, Selena slowly smiles.

I think even you know that answer, Ace... Don't you?

The titantron flickers before showing footage from the July 12th episode of Breakdown, specifically the match between Selena Frost and Ace Marshall.

Sharper: “It’s gotten Selena’s attention and laser focused on Cain and revenge, she’s leaving! She’s leaving the ring.”

Ace gets up and leans on the ropes before turning to the referee to count faster.


The clip stops on the expression of Ace's face as he begs the official to count faster.

You knew then and you know now, don't you, Ace? Like I said, I know that I am in for the fight of my life in this ring. I know that I'm going to have to fight as hard, if not harder, then I did in Phoenix. But you know the difference between you and me, Ace? I know I can. I know that I can go that far. I know that I can find a way to overcome every obstacle – including ambushes and whatever “naughty things” you might have planned for me so that I can become the World Champion. Because the other thing that I know? Is your limit!

The titantron flickers again to show Ace Marshall fighting James Evans at Rise to Greatness 2016! Evans is seen powerbombing the then World Champion into the barricade, followed by a clip of him locking in the Twinge and being crowned the new World Champion as Ace Marshall passed out.

That right there tells me, Ace, that you can sure as hell take a beating. You can take punishment like some of the best. But one thing that also says is that you have limits. You have a breaking point. Me?

The titantron shows the “Rise to Greatness” graphic of this year before showing Vixen Cain powerbombing Selena onto the mats before picking her up and powerbombing her onto the ring post! The clip then shows Cain pinning Selena immediately after, but she kicks out at two! The clip then shifts to Cain dropping Selena from the middle rope onto her back with the Samoan Drop followed by a spinebuster and still, the Snow Queen kicks out! Lastly, Cain is seen having Selena locked in the Texas Cloverhold and, though it is clear she is in considerable pain, Selena refuses to quit, crawling over to the ropes and able to grab them to continue the match. The clips end and the screen goes to black, the camera returning to face Selena as she leans against the ropes.

I don't know how far I can go, Ace. I've never been pushed to the point where I had to quit or pass out. I've never chosen to give up – not on myself and not on SCW – because when I have something to fight for – something to believe in – I never want to give up on it. I never want to surrender and quit.

And if I ever had something worth fighting for, it is the representation of this company and its World Champion.


The message is clear at this point – that what this match truly boils down to. Who will lead this company, who will represent the values of Supreme Championship Wrestling. Biting her lower lip, Selena shakes her head.

I believe you still belong here, Ace. I believe you deserve to be here. I believe you're talented and your kind of humour and antics have a place here for “entertainment”. But you DON'T deserve to hold that championship, call yourself World Champion and “King of Wrestling” and be what this company stands for. You don't deserve that, Ace, and truthfully? SCW doesn't deserve a “champion” such as you. It deserves FAR better. And when you and I get in this ring, I am going to give it to them. I am going to be the champion that SCW deserves – that SCW can be proud of – that every True-Believer and critic can point and say “That's our World Champ!”. A champion that will put SCW first and foremost. A champion that everyone can...well...believe in.

Selena stands in the middle of the ring, her eyes locked on the camera and her future opponent.

I truly hope you've enjoyed these last three weeks with the world championship, Ace, and acting as you have. Because when Breakdown is over, those moments will be all you have to remember it by. Seven months I have worked to get to this moment – seven months I have risked everything to be here and to become the wrestler that could lead SCW and make the world believe in its supremacy.

Breakdown? It all becomes worth it. For me, for the True-Believers, for SCW. What else can I say? Other than... BELIEVE IT!


The camera fades on the smiling Snow Queen, her words echoing throughout the Air Canada Centre.
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