No One Will Stand in Our Way [Mean Girls Vs. The World III]
Jun 29, 2016 1:23:06 GMT
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Post by Mondae Chaos on Jun 29, 2016 1:23:06 GMT
The Mean Girls were free.
After being charged with trespassing, assault, arson and attempted murder, the girls were free to wreak havoc once again. Prison had been a small blip in their career and ended up being a place for them to recharge their batteries and regroup. After inking a contract with Ready, Set Wrestle, Mondae was ready to get into the ring and dominate once again. It is what she does best.
Mondae sat across from her bestie on the Blake family private jet. They had just landed in sunny California.
Braydon Knox had been waiting for Mondae after court, but she would not allow him to board the private jet. She would not have this time with her bestie ruined by his existence. She instead forced him to fly coach and meet her in San Fran. Hopefully she could get a few hours of peace before he was breathing down her neck and reporting her every move to her father. Mondae was scrolling through her social media as Ari spoke up.
"So Shawn emailed me our hotel details. We are at the Ritz-Carlton until we find some place to live. I'll miss our penthouse in Chattawhatever. That place like actually grew on me."
“Ugh same. I hate living in hotels. They are disgusting.” Mondae scoffed.
“But I am looking forward to being back in the ring, dominating together. I cannot wait for us to get into that ring this week and make a complete fool out of Jack Owyns. You saw the shit he posted on our social, while he knew we were hidden behind bars. We’ll see if his red font is still as brave now that we are free.”
Jack Owyns was still holding some sad grudge against the mean girls. Considering that Mackenzie stilled lived and breathed, Mondae couldn't understand his problem.
“I can't wait to see him Thursday night. I want to see the look on his face when I stroll to the ring in my new leather and lace ring attire. I was saving it for our match in Deathcore but sadly Deathcore closed.”
Arianny faked a sad face and the two girls started giggling. Arianny’s phone vibrated again and she frowned.
“Shawn DeLise is getting on my nerves. Like how many fucking selfies of me so you possibly need??”
“He is a perv. Is that like a per-requisite to run a wrestling company these days? First Fusco and now this freak? Honestly, men shouldn’t be allowed to run anything. You should just get Dally to send him a dick pick once we get off this plane. That’ll teach him.” There was a reason Mondae wasn’t allowed to deal with outsiders. She didn’t have the same level of poise as her bestie did.
“He better start being nicer to us. We are the future of RSW and will certainly be the only ones bringing a crowd. And after what we have planned on Thursday, he will need to practice respect. We are about to put his shitty company on the map.”
“He is unlike anyone I have ever dealt with before. There is something dark inside that man. He hides some facade behind those beautiful blue eyes of his. Something died in him ages ago and I'm not sure it can be revived. But I will do what I have to do.”
Mondae knew that dealing with DeLise may be more than the girls could handle. He literally made Arianny's skin crawl and she was pure evil. So what does that make him? But Mondae knew that she would do anything to protect her bestie. Together they were unstoppable. And this time she would be much smarter about her crimes.
“Our plan for Thursday should go off without a hitch.”
Mondae smiled. “Of course. We are the bad bitches of RSW and whatever Jack has in store for us, we will be prepared. He might be smart, but we are smarter. And with Dally and Frederik at ring side, what could he possibly accomplish alone?”
It was clear this Thursday would not be a straight forward match. If Jack really though the mean girls would face each other, he was delirious. Once they made a mockery of him, he would lose his mind. It's what they were counting on.
“RSW is our new stomping grounds and no one will come in the way of our success. Not Shawn DeLise and certainty not Jack Owyns.”
“Absolutely no one.”