♥ MGM Will Reign Supreme [Scream Fest I]

[Arianny DeLise]

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“No.”

Pause.

“No.”

Pause.

“Ugh. No.”

The scene opens up inside a luxury boutique that specializes in costumes and slutty lingerie. The person saying ‘no’ to literally everything is none other than Arianny DeLise. She is surrounded by several employees of this boutique and all of them are showing her potential Halloween costumes. At the moment, the future destroyer of the ‘Revolution’ seems bored and uninterested with everything. She also keeps glaring at the person seated off to the left.

Referee Jordan May is the one that is the recipient of Ari’s awful scowls. With Shawn DeLise unable to accompany his wife on this shopping trip due to business meetings, he forced his staff to draw straws to see who would get the pleasure of babysitting Arianny. She was currently banned from hanging out with MGM after her drunken exploits the night Shawn had sat in jail.

At the moment, Shawn preferred keeping her to himself and away from her friends, especially Mondae Chaos.

More on all of this later.

The last time a member of MGM had been given a babysitter, it hadn't turned out well.

“What about this one, Mrs. DeLise?”

Arianny rolls her eyes. “Fine.” She takes the costume and heads into the dressing room.

A few minutes later, Arianny emerges dressed as an incredibly expensive Cleopatra. Everyone but Jordan oooohs and ahhhhs over the princess, clearly stroking her ego because they need the sale. Ari glances at Jordan, who has his nose buried in his phone.

“EXCUSE ME!” She snaps her fingers. “You're supposed to be watching me, not your phone. What's so freaking important that your attention is not on me?”

Before Jordan can stammer out a reply, Arianny stalks towards him and snatches his phone away. He had been reading an article promoting Scream Fest.

“Blake holds victories over both Chaos and Archer, blah blah. O’Brien faces his toughest test to date, yawn.” She's scrolling the content of the article. “ZERO might not be one hundred percent thanks to the cheap tactics of Arianny DeLise. Ohmygod! Why is the whole world acting like I literally stabbed Luchafreak on purpose?”

Arianny looks upset by the accusation. Jordan wisely keeps quiet.

“Now here’s something interesting.” Arianny clears her throat and begins to read. “Revolution leader Hanalei Brightly perhaps has the most to gain from a victory come November third. She would propel herself into the hearts of everyone in the wrestling community by doing something no one has ever been able to do before and that's make Arianny DeLise tap out. The daughter of the legendary Katt Carter, a submission specialist in her own right, told our own Jason Underwood that she doesn't think her daughter stands a 'snowball’s chance in hell' at emerging victorious at Scream Fest.

‘Hanalei Brightly is the first person I've ever seen stand up to Marina. She has all the momentum in the world on her side and she has something that has always been lacking in Marina’s matches. Passion. Marina has no purpose behind anything she does. Hanalei has purpose, fight, and she has fire. I like her. I'm rooting for her.’ Tough words from the former multi-time champion directed at her own daughter, but I have to agree. Hanalei Brightly has everything she needs to pull off a win against the former Deathcore Champion.

This is fucking garbage!”

Arianny throws the phone across the room and it nearly hits another associate in the face.

“You know I can have you fired for reading propaganda, right?” Arianny clenches her fists at her sides. “My mom is such a fucking cunt. I bet Cleopatra didn't have a cunt for a mother.”

Arianny looks at her reflection in the mirror and takes a deep breath. The Cleopatra costume did look amazing on her.

“Cleopatra ruled Egypt and basically used her beauty to do so. That's totally me. At this point, Shawn and I are totally tight. I mean I got the match I wanted for Scream Fest, right?

Hanalame accepted just as I knew she would. Stupid on her part because I'm basically the best submission wrestler on the roster, with the best record out of anyone who's had more than five matches. I find a way to get it done no matter what the situation is. I've already forced Hanalame to tap out once, so we know she’ll give up when things get to be too much. No one can sit there and say she can last in the ring longer than me because most of my matches have gone a lot longer than hers. I've won those.

My experience, plus the fact I'm a better technician and aerialist will allow me to attack Hanalame from anywhere and I'm also stronger. Literally all my wins have been over bigger and more powerful opponents. She will say I've cheated or whatever, like everyone else says, but it's not my fault I'm so much more intelligent than this entire roster. I was gifted a brain, as well as undeniable beauty, so I may as well use those to my advantage, right?”

Suddenly, a brilliant idea hits Arianny.

“You know what? I know exactly who I'm going to be for Halloween and it's so not Cleopatra.”

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A few hours later, the scene reopens at the DeLise mansion.

“Where the fuck are you?”

“Bedroom!”

Rolling his eyes, Shawn starts up the spiral staircase. Arianny had been sending him teasing texts all afternoon, hyping the so-called ‘most perfect Halloween costume ever.’

“This better be fucking hot or I-”

His voice trails off as he walks into the bedroom and sees Arianny dressed as Harley Quinn from ‘The Suicide Squad.’ She's got the blue and red pigtails, makeup, everything. She's even carrying a baseball bat. “Hey Puddin.”

Shawn is speechless. Arianny smirks.

“Remember at the end of ‘Suicide Squad’ when Harley basically rips the heart out of The Enchantress and spits all over her efforts to change the world or whatever?”

Shawn is watching Arianny circle him, her pert little bottom swaying with each step.

“That's what I'm going to do to Hanalame. Just like The Enchantress she's tried to start a war except Bear Reynolds has been a weak, loser of a brother. He's failed her every step of the way and she's been unable to gain any supporters to try and take us down. Next Thursday will be the culmination of The Revolution going up in flames. And you and I…”

Arianny’s voice trails off as she stops in front of Shawn.

“Will rain blood, violence, and pain down on everyone who steps in our way. The Revolution is done. Hanalame can't handle big time matches. She crumbled at Deception when she faced Jace for the Bay Area Championship. When Mondae becomes RSW Supreme Champ, Lovey and Violent Intent will done. Jace will retain. MGM will reign.”

Shawn’s hands wander. One grips a handful of Ari’s hair. The other roughly grabs her backside. He jerks her head back and brings his face close to hers.

“I like the fucking sound of that.”

Shawn slams his lips against his wife’s as the scene fades to black.

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