Post by Selena Frost on Oct 22, 2022 17:11:57 GMT -5
“I’m sorry. I didn’t hear you.”
The question surprised Selena. Before her sat her judges: Sauce Boss, Larry Tact, and Theo Pryce. All three men Selena had never heard of, as they really hadn’t heard of her/SCW. She had been prepared to rectify that. She found the place of ‘The Velvet Rabbit’ uncomfortable. The strong smell of alcohol, the scantily clad dancers known as ‘Bucks and Does’. It wasn’t that she was against such things – but it was just not her. Even her attire, the sapphire-blue dress that flowed down her frame, covered with snowflakes along the dress and cape, and the faux-fur that wrapped around her bust and arms… she was as contrasting as a nun in such a place.
She had felt relief spying the wrestling-ring but being kept from it due to the judges’ position reignited her unease. She watched one judge, a bald man that looked more like a ‘superfan’, smile patiently before leaning towards his microphone.
“That’s okay.” He kindly spoke. “If you could wrestle anyone, alive or dead, real or fiction, who would it be?”
Selena nodded but her mind raced. How easy would it be to come up with something silly for ‘entertainment’? She could say she’d fight Mickey Mouse/Walt Disney for creating ‘Frozen’ which had made her the butt of many jokes! She could talk about her stepmother, Anastasia, who had put her through hell! Hell, she could face “Sauce Boss”, if only to say she fought someone named “Sauce Boss”!
Yet, Selena’s hand reached up to the black-cat’s-head medallion she wore, a whisper of a smile gracing her.
“My sister. ‘The Hellcat’ Regan Street.” She answered, looking up to see Theo Pryce exhaling/readjusting himself in his chair. He probably hadn’t meant it, but that and the expressions of Larry/Sauce indicated that they had heard this kind of ‘answer’ before.
Selena’s jaw clenched as she gripped the microphone a bit tighter. This wasn’t working. She was too outside her element. Sighing, she quietly marched towards the judges. “Excuse me.” She whispered, moving past their table to roll under the ropes/into the ring.
Leaning against the ropes, she faced the judges. “I know that isn’t an ‘original answer’. Maybe you wanted something with a bit more ‘heat’ or ‘entertainment’, right?”
The platinum-blonde shook her head. “Well, I’m sorry but that isn’t me. I don’t put on masks or gimmicks. I don’t ‘pretend’ to be someone. I am me. Selena Frost. I’m known as The Snow Queen. And I rather be honest than ‘entertaining’. I rather be genuine than ‘edgy’ and I rather be real then ‘creative’.”
“That’s what Supreme Championship Wrestling is about. Being real. Being genuine. Even if that’s a psychedelic-psycho or a violence-loving hardcore sycophant or even…” she placed a hand over her chest. “A small girl from Nome that wants to believe in something… in fact…”
Reaching behind her, Selena pulled out her phone. Rolling out of the ring, she opened the photos for the judges.
“The prototype for my next SCW shirt.” She explained, showing the photo. It had the words ‘BE’ in pink block-design. Running across the shirt was the writtten word ‘lieve’, but running under, in white, was the word ‘YOU'. “Believe…Be you.” Selena explained before moving back into the ring. “That is what SCW is about. And it was my sister, Regan, who taught me that.”
“Because when I started wrestling, I didn’t believe in anything except money. A paycheck.” She breathed. “But then I started wanting more than just ‘being there’ in SCW. And I was hated for it. Co-workers didn’t want some ‘good-goodie’ there because nobody was that ‘honest’, right?”
“Then I met Regan. And she listened to me. Heard my problems. When I was having trouble with moves, she taught me. When other wrestlers upset me, she talked me through it. And when…” Selena bit her lip before continuing. “When I was afraid of coming out? When I was afraid to love a young girl named Deanna? When I was afraid of letting myself be happy? Regan was there.”
“All while being her own wrestler. A wrestler that clawed her way to every championship, every opportunity. By the time I got there? She was already beating legends and world champions in the ring. Men AND women! People twice her size and strength! Headlining pay-per-views! And for someone like that to give me a chance? To be my friend?”
“All I wanted was to be ‘as good a wrestler as her’. As skilled, as brave, as unflinching in her goals. Compared to the alcoholic, abandoned, despised ‘crazy miner’s daughter’ who didn’t believe in anything?”
“But you all know what this business does. The dark-side to this business. Where even the noblest people fall.” Selena reached up to the back of her shoulders, to the skin under her dress. “And my greatest friend – my sister – became my greatest enemy.”
“Regan grew tired of being held back and denied opportunities while others shot ahead… including me. She decided on ‘any means necessary’ to get everything. And she wanted me to follow her.”
“But how could I tarnish what she had taught? The idea of fighting for what you believe in. The notion of integrity! I carry that with me to this day! So… I just became something in her way, and when I won the SCW world title in 2016, she did all she could to drive me out.”
“We fought. I won a few times. So did she. She always favored underhanded tactics. I…I was just trying to keep from falling apart over fighting my sister.”
“No, this doesn’t end the way you think it does, guys. This isn’t some ‘revenge dream-match’. Because I had that when Regan piledrove my boss and I realized there was only one way to make her realize that this was wrong! That she was better than this…”
“I fought her in a street fight. A match that was so brutal – with monitors being smashed into my head and barbed-wire cat-o-nine-tails whipped into my back - that SCW forbade Regan and I from ever fighting one another again. It’s actually written into SCW law!”
“That should give you not only an idea of how twisted that match was, but what I am capable of as a wrestler. Because it worked! Regan and I destroyed one another in that ring and rediscovered our love, respect and sisterhood. I got my sister back! So, I didn’t care about the blood I lost or the scars that still mark my back. It was worth it! Regan was worth it!”
Selena paused with a breath. “Through it all, Regan only had three dreams left to achieve in SCW… win every title in SCW, have a moment on their greatest pay-per-view: Rise to Greatness, and then to headline it in the main-event. For the first two, she asked me to help her become tag-team champions, which we worked for nearly a year until we won those titles… at the very same pay-per-view where we tore each other to shreds two years prior!”
“We were on our way to pushing Regan towards the World Championship, to her main-event at Rise to Greatness and…” Selena’s voice hitched. “She was injured and medically unfit to wrestle. Just like that, everything was gone. It was the first time I questioned everything I believed in as a wrestler.”
“And I see her often. But…every time we talk about ‘the old days’, I see that longing. That desire to come back. To make one last try for that one match. So…”
“If you’re asking me something so incredible – to face anyone – it can’t be anyone else. Regan Street vs. Selena Frost in the main-event of SCW’s greatest pay-per-view: Rise to Greatness. A match SCW made impossible to occur and yet, she and I made it happen. An impossible main-event. A dream-fulfilling main-event. An unbelievable main-event. Hellcat vs. Snow Queen…”
“And what would you say to her?” Selena looked up to see Sauce Boss asking the question.
“I would say… that we did it. Just like I promised that we would. I would show her how far I’ve come. Show her that I am as good in the ring as she was, like I promised I would be. I would show her that I would never stop fighting for her dreams, or my dreams, or the dreams of others.”
“And… I would thank her. From my heart, I would thank her for believing in me when nobody else did. For coming back to me when nobody believed she could. For teaming with me when nobody believed we would last. And, for inspiring me every day to keep on fighting and believing.”
Rolling out of the ring, Selena stood before judges. “Regan and I made the impossible possible many times over. So how can I do anything less deserving for my sister? Believe it…” Politely, she gave a graceful curtsy. “And thank you for your time.”
The question surprised Selena. Before her sat her judges: Sauce Boss, Larry Tact, and Theo Pryce. All three men Selena had never heard of, as they really hadn’t heard of her/SCW. She had been prepared to rectify that. She found the place of ‘The Velvet Rabbit’ uncomfortable. The strong smell of alcohol, the scantily clad dancers known as ‘Bucks and Does’. It wasn’t that she was against such things – but it was just not her. Even her attire, the sapphire-blue dress that flowed down her frame, covered with snowflakes along the dress and cape, and the faux-fur that wrapped around her bust and arms… she was as contrasting as a nun in such a place.
She had felt relief spying the wrestling-ring but being kept from it due to the judges’ position reignited her unease. She watched one judge, a bald man that looked more like a ‘superfan’, smile patiently before leaning towards his microphone.
“That’s okay.” He kindly spoke. “If you could wrestle anyone, alive or dead, real or fiction, who would it be?”
Selena nodded but her mind raced. How easy would it be to come up with something silly for ‘entertainment’? She could say she’d fight Mickey Mouse/Walt Disney for creating ‘Frozen’ which had made her the butt of many jokes! She could talk about her stepmother, Anastasia, who had put her through hell! Hell, she could face “Sauce Boss”, if only to say she fought someone named “Sauce Boss”!
Yet, Selena’s hand reached up to the black-cat’s-head medallion she wore, a whisper of a smile gracing her.
“My sister. ‘The Hellcat’ Regan Street.” She answered, looking up to see Theo Pryce exhaling/readjusting himself in his chair. He probably hadn’t meant it, but that and the expressions of Larry/Sauce indicated that they had heard this kind of ‘answer’ before.
Selena’s jaw clenched as she gripped the microphone a bit tighter. This wasn’t working. She was too outside her element. Sighing, she quietly marched towards the judges. “Excuse me.” She whispered, moving past their table to roll under the ropes/into the ring.
Leaning against the ropes, she faced the judges. “I know that isn’t an ‘original answer’. Maybe you wanted something with a bit more ‘heat’ or ‘entertainment’, right?”
The platinum-blonde shook her head. “Well, I’m sorry but that isn’t me. I don’t put on masks or gimmicks. I don’t ‘pretend’ to be someone. I am me. Selena Frost. I’m known as The Snow Queen. And I rather be honest than ‘entertaining’. I rather be genuine than ‘edgy’ and I rather be real then ‘creative’.”
“That’s what Supreme Championship Wrestling is about. Being real. Being genuine. Even if that’s a psychedelic-psycho or a violence-loving hardcore sycophant or even…” she placed a hand over her chest. “A small girl from Nome that wants to believe in something… in fact…”
Reaching behind her, Selena pulled out her phone. Rolling out of the ring, she opened the photos for the judges.
“The prototype for my next SCW shirt.” She explained, showing the photo. It had the words ‘BE’ in pink block-design. Running across the shirt was the writtten word ‘lieve’, but running under, in white, was the word ‘YOU'. “Believe…Be you.” Selena explained before moving back into the ring. “That is what SCW is about. And it was my sister, Regan, who taught me that.”
“Because when I started wrestling, I didn’t believe in anything except money. A paycheck.” She breathed. “But then I started wanting more than just ‘being there’ in SCW. And I was hated for it. Co-workers didn’t want some ‘good-goodie’ there because nobody was that ‘honest’, right?”
“Then I met Regan. And she listened to me. Heard my problems. When I was having trouble with moves, she taught me. When other wrestlers upset me, she talked me through it. And when…” Selena bit her lip before continuing. “When I was afraid of coming out? When I was afraid to love a young girl named Deanna? When I was afraid of letting myself be happy? Regan was there.”
“All while being her own wrestler. A wrestler that clawed her way to every championship, every opportunity. By the time I got there? She was already beating legends and world champions in the ring. Men AND women! People twice her size and strength! Headlining pay-per-views! And for someone like that to give me a chance? To be my friend?”
“All I wanted was to be ‘as good a wrestler as her’. As skilled, as brave, as unflinching in her goals. Compared to the alcoholic, abandoned, despised ‘crazy miner’s daughter’ who didn’t believe in anything?”
“But you all know what this business does. The dark-side to this business. Where even the noblest people fall.” Selena reached up to the back of her shoulders, to the skin under her dress. “And my greatest friend – my sister – became my greatest enemy.”
“Regan grew tired of being held back and denied opportunities while others shot ahead… including me. She decided on ‘any means necessary’ to get everything. And she wanted me to follow her.”
“But how could I tarnish what she had taught? The idea of fighting for what you believe in. The notion of integrity! I carry that with me to this day! So… I just became something in her way, and when I won the SCW world title in 2016, she did all she could to drive me out.”
“We fought. I won a few times. So did she. She always favored underhanded tactics. I…I was just trying to keep from falling apart over fighting my sister.”
“No, this doesn’t end the way you think it does, guys. This isn’t some ‘revenge dream-match’. Because I had that when Regan piledrove my boss and I realized there was only one way to make her realize that this was wrong! That she was better than this…”
“I fought her in a street fight. A match that was so brutal – with monitors being smashed into my head and barbed-wire cat-o-nine-tails whipped into my back - that SCW forbade Regan and I from ever fighting one another again. It’s actually written into SCW law!”
“That should give you not only an idea of how twisted that match was, but what I am capable of as a wrestler. Because it worked! Regan and I destroyed one another in that ring and rediscovered our love, respect and sisterhood. I got my sister back! So, I didn’t care about the blood I lost or the scars that still mark my back. It was worth it! Regan was worth it!”
Selena paused with a breath. “Through it all, Regan only had three dreams left to achieve in SCW… win every title in SCW, have a moment on their greatest pay-per-view: Rise to Greatness, and then to headline it in the main-event. For the first two, she asked me to help her become tag-team champions, which we worked for nearly a year until we won those titles… at the very same pay-per-view where we tore each other to shreds two years prior!”
“We were on our way to pushing Regan towards the World Championship, to her main-event at Rise to Greatness and…” Selena’s voice hitched. “She was injured and medically unfit to wrestle. Just like that, everything was gone. It was the first time I questioned everything I believed in as a wrestler.”
“And I see her often. But…every time we talk about ‘the old days’, I see that longing. That desire to come back. To make one last try for that one match. So…”
“If you’re asking me something so incredible – to face anyone – it can’t be anyone else. Regan Street vs. Selena Frost in the main-event of SCW’s greatest pay-per-view: Rise to Greatness. A match SCW made impossible to occur and yet, she and I made it happen. An impossible main-event. A dream-fulfilling main-event. An unbelievable main-event. Hellcat vs. Snow Queen…”
“And what would you say to her?” Selena looked up to see Sauce Boss asking the question.
“I would say… that we did it. Just like I promised that we would. I would show her how far I’ve come. Show her that I am as good in the ring as she was, like I promised I would be. I would show her that I would never stop fighting for her dreams, or my dreams, or the dreams of others.”
“And… I would thank her. From my heart, I would thank her for believing in me when nobody else did. For coming back to me when nobody believed she could. For teaming with me when nobody believed we would last. And, for inspiring me every day to keep on fighting and believing.”
Rolling out of the ring, Selena stood before judges. “Regan and I made the impossible possible many times over. So how can I do anything less deserving for my sister? Believe it…” Politely, she gave a graceful curtsy. “And thank you for your time.”