Jailhouse Blues [vs. Emo Boy & The Douche II]

[Mondae Chaos]

Mondae Chaos had been charged with assault with a deadly weapon and uttering death threats thanks to her recent hospital visit.

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Day 1 - Saturday

The Queen sat on the cot in her prison cell, seething. After attacking her last cell-mate, Mondae had been moved into a private cell. Her one and only call was to Arianny DeLise, who didn't pick up. She knew Shawn was trying to distance the twisted sisters. He probably blocked her number on Ari's cell. Prick.

"Have fun rotting here." Detective Morgan had appeared on the other side of her cage. This was his thing - taunting his criminal.

"Someone will come." Her eyes narrowed. "Someone has to come," she muttered under her breath. Losing to Lord was awful, but missing the match entirely? This was her worst nightmare.

"I was kind of looking forward to watching Lord beat you, again." Of course Detective Morgan was a Lord fan. What a douche.

"He beat me ONCE - FUCKING ONCE! Emma lost the tag team match. Archer's team lost, not mine. He'll never beat me fairly." Her hands were clenched into fists at her sides."Do you know who never beat me? Archer. Lord doesn't have to be pinned to lose this match. He doesn't have the same endurance that Archer and I do. Once Lord is winded, he'll be easy to dispose of and then I'll take Archer out. Because my strengths are his weaknesses: technique, speed, submission and strength."

"You think it'll be that easy?" He spit back with arrogance.

"I do. I'm the best there is because I was trained by the best."

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Mondae is inside the wrestling ring at her father's gym, locked up with a red-head. She looks slightly younger than today, as she throws her opponent into the ropes, hitting her with a hard clothesline. The teen pulls the red-head up and hits a german suplex. She covers but her opponent gets her shoulder up. Mondae quickly flips her over and applies her Natural Born Chaos finisher. After a few moments the woman has no choice but to tap out.

Releasing the hold, she gets to her feet and helps her opponent up. Her opponent brushes her red locks out of her face and we finally see her; it's wrestling legend and mother to Lord Blake, Daryl Fallon.

"Amazing. You're a natural, kid. You're going to make us all proud."

Mondae's smile was genuine. She truly respected Daryl. They were one in the same.

"Let me show you something Lord could never quite master; his dad's finisher. His technique is too sloppy to learn any real moves, not like you."

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Day 3: Monday

The murderess was granted bail. However, due to her previous crimes and wealth they deemed her a flight risk. Bail was set at 10 million dollars. She couldn't tell her parents and Ari still wasn't picking up. How would she make it to Screamfest?

Detective Morgan walked around the corner laughing, watching something on his phone. He shoved it against the bars and Mondae looked up just in time to watch herself catching Lord's boot to the face.

"Won't be that easy on Thursday. A cheap shot with his boot followed by a pin won't cut it when there are three of us. It's really Lord's only move and he isn't quick enough to put us both down and then get the pin. All I have to do is take his knee out with my lead pipe and then how will he win? Archer and I are two ruthless, bloodthirsty animals. I may hate him, but I'll give him credit for his love of violence. Lord is out of his element. Compared to us, he rarely uses weapons."

"Your favourite weapons won't be available. Lord had the Blackwoods banned."

Mondae smiled. "As Archer himself said, this is a company where numbers matter. I have the Blackwoods, Ari, Dallas and Jace. Raven is too sweet to interfere. Jace will take care of Violet for me, so all I have to worry about is Emma. Sounds mild compared to the five people on my side. Rowan will find a way."

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"We have to help Money, we owe her." Rowan was pouting and Zander nodded. They knew being banned from The Arena wasn't an option.

When they returned to the security checkpoint, the guard had changed and Zander was a beautiful bearded dragqueen, complete with a cocktail dress. He pulled a large crate behind him.

"Hi. Mr. DeLise hired us. You know, a little American Horror Story-style freakshow to kickoff Screamfest. I'm the bearded lady." He smiled and the guard raised an eyebrow.

"What's in the box?"

He opened the lid and revealed that Rowan had been delicately folded inside. She sat upright, raising her arms in the air, wearing a blonde wig. "I'm the contortionist!" She exclaimed.

"You know, the circus is really in." Zander finished. The guard simply shrugged. "Yeah - my kids love that shit." He nodded, letting them through.

That was almost too easy.

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Day 5: Wednesday

Mondae was slumped against the wall in her cell. Screamfest was much closer now and the desperation behind her eyes had grown.

"Good thing you didn't end Lord at Vendetta. Or they'd be handing that title to Archer. Thank God for Raven."

Mondae didn't even look up. "That isn't why I stopped. It had nothing to do with her. I was saving him for myself. I was saving him for Screamfest. I want this match more than anyone. I want to prove to the world, to people like you," she glared up at him through her raven locks, "that I belong here. I want nothing more than to pin him down, to make him tap out."

"It's No Holds Barred. All your technical bull doesn't matter."

"Really? When I hit him with the Chaos Theory '16 on a steel chair, it won't matter? When I lock him into my submission and make him tap? It's still a wrestling match and it's my match because I am the perfect combination of skill and violence. I can make either of them tap easily, they'll have no defense."

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Day 6: Thursday

Her hands were grasping the metal bars, her face pressed against them. It was the morning of Screamfest.

"Let me out! I'LL TELL YOU WHATEVER YOU WANT! I NEED OUT!" After screaming and thrashing and smashing her head against the bars until blood trickled down her forehead, she tired herself out.

The murderess crumpled to the floor and felt the tears pricking the back of her eyes.

"He's going to do it again. Somehow Lord will overcome the odds. Archer has endurance and stamina in spades and the focus to cause pain. If I'm not there, somehow Lord will use his power and intelligence to pull it out. He won that title in a Street Fight by barely touching a weapon and he'll do it again."

A single tear fell down her porcelain cheek.

"Archer is the master manipulator. This is all a game to him. He probably remembers everything and this is just another Archer mindgame. He's going to steal my fucking title. I won't be able to stop them. I've lost my chance."