An Unbreakable Bond [Mean Girls Vs. The World I]

[Mondae Chaos]

It was a gorgeous afternoon in Chattanooga, Tennessee. The recreation yard of the Chattanooga Police Department was buzzing with activity. Off in a secluded corner to the left are the newest RSW signees, Arianny Blake and Mondae Chaos. The two queens are lounging in the shade on a couple of beach downs, catching some of the warm afternoon sun. Arianny is dressed in a skimpy gold sequined bikini that attaches at her hips and ties around her neck, and large black sunglasses. Mondae is clad in a black bikini, of course. The top is a bustier-style with double straps with matching black bottoms. Her hair is thrown up into a perfectly messy bun and aviator sunglasses shield her eyes from the harmful rays. To protect their perfect porcelain skin from overexposure, several minions from their army are standing above them, holding large obnoxious fans and palm leaves to keep them cool and provide shade. Arianny’s main squeeze, Officer Holland, stands guard to make sure no one bothers them.

“I think it's hilarious that bitter Jack Owyns has decided to book us against one another come Vendetta,” Arianny was saying as the conversation is picked up by the cameras. “What did he expect to gain from that other than a ton of ratings? Everyone wants to see us try and rip one another to pieces. It's going to be huge.”

Mondae nodded in agreement. The mean girls were international stars and their recently prison sentence made them even more famous. “I don’t even understand why he is so upset. Mackenzie didn’t even die. He’s just lucky that babysitter saved her. Now she has a cool story to tell all her friends. Like famous people tried to kill her. That shit is gold. She could probably start a blog.”

Arianny turns to look at Mondae, with a look of shock on her face. How did this not occur to her before? “I didn’t even think of that. We did her the biggest favour. She is going to be the coolest kid in the fourth grade. You’re welcome Mackenzie!”

Both girls erupt into their signature fit of giggles. Clearly there was no remorse on the mean girls part. Mackenzie Owyns lived. No harm, no foul.

“What does he honestly think he will accomplish from this? Does he really think that we are going to step into that ring and all of a sudden hate each other? He is literally the stupidest person I have ever met. Like oh no, I have to fight Ari this week. So I guess our friendship is over and we will just brawl in the middle of the ring? As if.” Mondae rolled her chocolate brown eyes behind her sunglasses. She had a point. The mean girls had an unbreakable bond and some stupid match wasn’t going to change that.

“That's what I can't put my finger on, Money. He's not a stupid man. Jack Owyns is so much smarter than people give him credit for. He has some type of ulterior motive for this match. I don't know if it's to torture us, humiliate us, or attempt to kill us. Maybe it's a combination of all three. The stipulation itself speaks volumes although rumor has it Georgia DeLise has ordered him to change it. So I have no idea what we are going to be stepping into come Thursday. RSW isn't Deathcore. The DeLise siblings aren't Dick Fusco.”

A small smile touched the lips of the princess as she fondly remembered her former love.

“I'm wondering what we’ve actually gotten ourselves into. When Shawn DeLise shook my hand the other day, I felt a sense of dread. No one ever makes me feel uncomfortable.”

Mondae could tell that Arianny meant it. She looked visibly ill at the thought of Shawn DeLise. Mondae propped herself up on her elbows and looked towards her bestie.

“That’s because Fusco was an actual idiot who just wanted to get his dick wet. Sure, the DeLise kids may have a better head on their shoulders and may be fucking evil, but it doesn’t matter. Even if Shawn DeLise is Satan himself, I am not scared. Ari, we are the fucking co-queens of every organization that we grace with our presence. We are fucking evil and no one steps on our toes. We will take out Shawn’s stupid sister and we will have him eating out of the palm of our hands.”

[Arianny DeLise]

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A smirk crosses both of their gorgeous faces. Leaving destruction in their wake is why they woke up in the mornings.

“Whatever Jack Owyns has in store for us, it doesn’t matter. We are smarter than him, we are better than him and there are three of us versus him. And with Shawn DeLise on our side, Jack Owyns has jack shit on us.”

Arianny was content with that because much of what Mondae was saying was true. The Mean Girls were stronger than ever at the moment, and as soon as they were able to reunite with Dallas and Frederik, their little mafia would be complete. It wasn't in the blond’s nature to worry so she pushed all feelings of unease to the side.

“We just have to deal with whatever happens on Thursday and go from there. Jack made this match with revenge in mind, but we will make a joke out of it. You are technically sound, nearly flawless, and I am submission savvy and fearless. So if he tries something funny, like springing a surprise opponent on us, we will be ready. We may hate traditional matches which is apparently the thing in RSW, but we can compete. You have strength. I have focus. You have power. I have the brains. If there are explosives, we will throw Frederik on them first. If we are literally forced to wrestle one another, we will put on a clinic.”

Grabbing her best friend’s arm, Arianny leaned over and traced the letters F-A-R-C-E. Mondae hid her smile and nodded in agreement. Tracing words on each other’s arms had been their secret code since the age of five. It was their very own language that they communicated in so no one would know what they were saying.

“You’re legitimately the only person who could even challenge me,” Arianny mused.

Mondae agreed. “Ditto.”

Suddenly, something else struck Arianny. An unknown factor that the girls hadn't really discussed. She spelled another word out for Mondae. B-R-A-Y-D-O-N-?

Mondae rolled her eyes. Since learning that her father basically bought her a babysitter, Mondae had been weighing her options. They were grown ass women and did not need a babysitter. However, Mondae could never tell her father that.

“Ugh, that could go one of two ways. I’m hoping that I can bend Braydon to my will. He is a beautiful man with a glorious beard and I could use some eye candy around. We both know Dallas and Frederik aren’t it.” They both giggled. “I saw him eyeing me up at visitation. Hopefully he will just become another member of the mean girls mafia and act more as a bodyguard than a babysitter. He is huge and looks strong. Maybe he’ll actually come in useful.” Mondae shrugged and Arianny nodded. Braydon was exactly Mondae’s type of man: big, strong and bearded.

“But, if he is as stubborn as I think he may be, we will have drop him like a ton of bricks. I’m not sure how we will get rid of him yet, but I’m sure it can’t be hard. He might be strong but he looks about as dumb as a bag of rocks. I’m sure we could out-scheme him in our sleep.”

Mondae grabs her bestie's arm and writes K-I-L-L-H-I-M on her arm with her finger. A sick smirk spreads across both of their faces. Apparently a short prison sentence taught them absolutely nothing about the law.

“I love it,” Arianny replied, consenting to the idea of just killing Braydon. “I don’t think these people have any idea what’s in store for them. We have a brand new lockerroom, full of idiots that are just waiting to be destroyed. You will hold gold, I will make Shawn the happiest he has ever been, we will dispose of Georgia, and we will show North American why they were actually smart to ban us from wrestling here.”

The two best friends laughed and relaxed into silence, their pinkies locked together to signal that nothing and no one would ever break their bond. Vendetta was on the horizon, its main event still locked in prison.

But don’t worry, RSW. The Mean Girls have a plan for that too.

/End Scene.

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