The Revolution Is Dead [v. Bear Reynolds I]

[Mondae Chaos]

The Mean Girl Mafia accomplished everything they set out to do at Screamfest. Jace O'Brien proved why he is the Bay Area Butcher. Mondae Chaos proved that she is the best wrestler, ever. Arianny Blake proved that the Revolution is a joke. It was potentially the greatest night in the history of MGM.

However, it seems no one told the Revolution that they were done.

Today, churchgoers are filing into the pews, dressed in all black. A casket is displayed on the stage; photographs of Hanalei Brightly and Bear Reynolds are framed and placed atop it. As everyone takes their seats, we see that most of MGM is sitting in the front row, with the exception of the Blake twins who are absent.

Mondae wears a pair of black leather, high-waisted pants and a sheer blouse with black skulls on it. A small black fascinator is perched atop her head, complete with a veil-style mesh covering the left side of her face. And of course, her RSW Supreme Championship is slung over her shoulder. The queen walks up the steps and takes her place at the podium. A silence falls over the room.

“Ladies and gentleman, we are gathered here today to celebrate the loss of the worst disease to ever enter the doors of RSW. The Revolution has been a plague to this company for too long. Hanalei Brightly and Bear Reynolds are two desperate losers. They call their duo the Revolution, but the last time I checked a Revolution needed more than two people to support it. And a Revolution is supposed to actually accomplish something." The champion rolled her dark eyes.

"At Screamfest Arianny ruined Hanalei. You know why she isn't on the card this week? Ari made her tap and now she's too embarrassed to show her face. That should have been the end of the Revolution. But for some reason, here I am, the new reigning champion and I have to face Bear Reynolds." The murderess made a disgusted face. "He doesn't deserve this match, but I will gladly put the final nail in the coffin of the Revolution. As your new champion, this week is about demonstrating dominance. I proved that I am the best and I will continue to do so week after week until everyone bows down and respects their queen like they fucking should."

Mondae paused for a moment and glanced down at her championship, running her fingers along it.

"This week I will beat some respect into Bear. It won't be hard; I hit harder than him and I'm stronger than him. This will be Bear's last chance to prove himself, to show that the Revolution isn't dead. And he will fail. Just like he failed to defeat Sammi and Bryce - I have defeated Bryce, if you forgot. Just like he failed to defeat Zero, who Arianny defeated. His only win before Screamfest was against Zach and Sammi and he won on a false disqualification. Pathetic. I'm the Queen, Bear and I can literally get away with murder. You? You refuse to break the rules. That won't get you anywhere against me. I won't hesitate to end you with a lead pipe, just like how I won MY title. Hanalei won't be able to save you either, because I always have backup. The Blackwood's will be at ringside to make sure that cunt stays far away." No surprise there.

"You can pretend you're holier than thou, but you are the reason Arianny lost to Lord. You stooped to underhanded tactics. You could say that you're just like us. You're a hypocrite Bear. You don't even know what you're rebelling against. Sounds to me like you're just a bitter loser. I will give you something to be bitter about. I am going to make you pay for what you did to Arianny. We protect our own and you tarnished her perfect record. That has not gone unnoticed nor will it go unpunished. I will utilize my speed to outrun you and exhaust you. Once you're winded, I am going to use my strength and my ring awareness to take you out and embarrass you. I'm the queen for a fucking reason Bear. This is your funeral; your last match. You better savor it. Go out there and give me the fight of your life. It will be your last."

Mondae smiled before walking over to the casket and smashing the photos on the ground, sending shards of glass across the stage.