I Can Smell Your Fear [v. Adrian Wesley 2]

[Mondae Chaos]

A two-toned black on matte black Rolls Royce Wraith pulls into the parking lot of an apartment building in San Fransisco. The Royce fits in perfectly with the other expensive cars in the lot. This apartment building belongs to the rich and famous and is reminiscent of the apartment that Mondae Chaos and Arianny Blake lived in in Tennessee. The car parks at the very back of the lot and the engine dies. The door swings open and our Queen, Mondae Chaos, steps out with a devious smile upon her face. She is dressed to kill (not literally this time) in a pair of shredded black jeans and a black crop top with Georgia DeLise's face on it. Her eyes are scratched out and it reads "Fuck Georgia" in white letters below it. Her raven locks are flowing around her shoulders and the look is completed with a pair of black converse.

She leans back into the car, pulling out a phone and tucking it in her back pocket. Monde wanders around the parking lot until she finds a familiar-looking black Camaro. Walking over to it Mondae peaks through the windows and then slides herself onto the hood, crossing her legs before her.

"Adrian Wesley is a quiet little mouse, isn't he? He inks his contract and then tries to play possum with me." Laughing, she looks into the camera. "I can smell his fear. Nothing makes me happier than knowing that I have instilled the fear of God into my opponents. And the fact that Adrian hasn't said a fucking word since he learned that I would be his first opponent proves that to me."

This brings a sick smirk to her black lips.

"I prefer this to the cocky, incoherent ramblings of a man who believes he can beat me simply because a dick swings between his legs. At least you aren't some macho piece of shit like the loser Ari has to deal with this week. You look at me and you see a roadblock standing in your way to victory. You see that victory is absolutely unattainable. This week you have no hope. You may have more experience than I do, but experience means fuck all and I have proved that again and again in my flawless career. Every single person I have faced has had more experience than me and yet no one has defeated me. You know why? Because my technical prowess is unmatched and my violent streak is even worse. I am faster and stronger than you will ever be. You can try to use your aerial skills but I will use my strength and speed to keep you grounded. I torture you until you can't go any longer. Until you beg me to stop. I can go all night; you can't. You will submit to the pain, or my submission skills. You will submit to whatever the fuck I want."

She was so modest, but she wasn't wrong. Every single word that came out of her mouth was fact. Mondae may be a cocky bitch but it was completely warranted. Not only was she smart, but she knew how to pick her opponent apart. She was smarter than Adrian would ever be and smarter than Jack too, but that's a story for later today.

Brushing her hair from her face, she slid forward so that she was sitting on the edge of the hood. Her feet propped up on the bumper. 

"At this point you should just pray that I let you walk out of the building. It'll really depend how the week goes for me. So far, my week is pretty shitty and watching you crumble at my feet would be a real pick-me-up, ya know? But maybe my plans for the rest of week will go off without a hitch and I'll feel kind enough to let you walk out of the arena. Maybe they won't and I'll make your little bitch manager peel you off the fucking concrete floor after I leave you laying in a pool of your own sweet, sticky blood." She says the last few words slowly and licks her lip at the thought of it.

Pushing herself off the hood of the car, she gets to her feet and dusts off her perfect backside.

"I hope you're at least man enough to show up. I'd really love to end your career."

Winking at the camera, she turned on her heels, heading towards the apartment building.