Post by Mondae Chaos on Jul 10, 2016 21:48:47 GMT
Framing Jack Owyns for the murder of Braydon Knox did not go as planned. Georgia DeLise probably spread her legs yet again and used her power to get her sex toy off with nothing but a slap on the wrist. Clearly the California police could be bought. And that's what Arianny and Mondae were counting on. If a dead body inside his apartment wasn't enough to get him arrested, they would ensure that there was enough evidence to put Jack Owyns behind bars. Arianny completed phase one by ensuring that Detective Dawson would do anything for the mean girls and now it was Mondae's time to make sure Jack went away for ever.
Mondae had pulled into the parking lot of Georgia DeLise's penthouse about 30 minutes ago where she cut a short but sweet promo for her upcoming match at Vendetta. Now she was on a mission. Mondae walked through the parking lot and as she approached the front doors, she saw Georgia DeLise emerge from an elevator. As Georgia approached, Mondae walked around the corner and turned in the opposite direction, placing her phone to her ear. Georgia paid no attention to Mondae as she strutted to her car. If Georgia wasn't here to witness this, maybe she would begin to doubt her knight in shining armor. The mental torture was just as important as the physical.
Once Georgia was out of sight, Mondae strolled into the building and approached the concierge desk. An overweight, balding man looked up at her with a stupid smile on his face. Mondae smiled back and leaned on the desk.
"Hi, I am here to set up a surprise for Georgia DeLise." This wasn't a complete lie.
"Oh I'm sorry Ms. Chaos, you just missed Ms. DeLise. I'm not sure when she will be back." He obviously recognized our raven-haired queen. Who wouldn't? Bitch is famous.
Mondae giggled softly. "Oh no, that's the point. You see, it's Georgia's birthday this weekend so we are setting up for a surprise party. Her boyfriend, Jack, I'm sure you've seen him, is upstairs waiting for me. I am here to help him decorate. You know men, completely useless when it comes to that." This was the complete lie.
The man nodded. "Oh, of course! I guess wrestling really isn't real, huh? I was definitely convinced you hated Ms. DeLise and Mr. Owyns." He laughed obnoxiously.
"Well that's the point right? Wouldn't be doing my job if you didn't believe what we were selling. But me and Georgia go way back. You know how all rich families in the business know each other." She hated herself at this very moment. Pretending to be buddy-buddy with this disgusting man when all she wanted to do was bash his face in and let herself upstairs was basically torture. But this wouldn't call any attention to her, which is what she needed right now. How boring.
This idiot was eating up every word that came out of her mouth.
"Of course Ms. Chaos. You really are a great actress! Go on up. The penthouse suite."
"Thank you so much! Georgia is going to be so surprised!" Mondae smirked slightly before heading towards the elevator.
As she got off on the top floor, she knocked loudly on the door.
"Forgot your fuckin' key again? Ha!" Jack Owyns yelled from inside the apartment. Oh good, he thought he was going to open the door and see his sweetheart. When the door swung open Mondae smiled at him and his face fell.
"Hey Jack! Long time. I thought we were due for a little catch up." She placed her hand on the opened door so that he couldn't slam it in her face. He was awful. He would totally do that.
"What the fuck are you doing here? You want to fuckin' die today?" Jack was livid at the sight of Mondae. He was still really hung up on the fact that she once tried to murder his daughter. He was so dramatic.
Before Mondae could reply he looked down and noticed her shirt, which had the face of Georgia DeLise on it and "Fuck Georgia" written across the front. This seemed to make him even more angry.
"I just wanted to chat Jack. I wanted to see if we could find some common ground." She was talking so fast he couldn't get a word in edgewise. "You can't actually like that slore you're sleeping with. And to show that to the world, I thought you could take a selfie with me and my new shirt, which we will of course be selling online so everyone can show up to Vendetta wearing them! Hashtag Fuck Georgia!" Before he could even respond, she pushed her way through the door and into the house. Jack's hands were clenched into fists at his side. He wanted nothing more than to bash Mondae's face in right here and now. But another body inside an apartment where he was living was probably a bad idea.
Mondae slipped her phone from her pocket (or was it?) and stood next to Jack, opening her camera.
"Say cheese!" She yelled in his ear and he grabbed the phone from her hand.
"What is fuckin' wrong with you?! I want to fuckin' end you and you show up here to take a fuckin' selfie? You're dumber than you fuckin' look, you fuckin' whore."
Mondae rolled her eyes.
"Ugh fine, you are honestly so dramatic. Can I at least have my phone back?" She held out her hand before Jack, so that he could place it gently in her hand. But of course he didn't do that. He took the phone and chucked it out the door of Georgia's home. It hit the wall and shattered.
She walked out of the apartment and picked it up, feigning that she was upset.
"Stay the fuck away from Georgia! Next time you come back here I will kill you with my bare fuckin' hands!" He yelled. Maybe he did care about Georgia DeLise after all. Absolutely disgusting.
Mondae slid the phone into her back pocket and stepped into the elevator. She waved coyly at Jack.
"Bye Jack. Hope to never see you again." And the elevator doors closed just as she saw a look of confusion spread across Jack's face. He had no idea what she just did.
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10 Minutes Later
Mondae had left the building and was walking through the parking lot again, approaching that familiar-looking black Camaro. If you haven't realized yet, it belongs to our commissioner, Jack Owyns. Sliding a pair of black gloves out of her pocket, she places them on her hands and pulls on the door handle. Jack Owyns apparently locks nothing. I guess he thought the mean girls wouldn't be dumb enough to frame him twice, especially after the first time backfired. He didn't know them at all, did he? They're relentless.
She opened his passenger-side door and pulled the shattered cell phone out of her pocket. You see, the phone Jack Owyns just put his fingerprints all over belonged to the deceased Braydon Knox. Mondae pocketed it before his murder and held on to it just in case. The mean girls may be vein and insane, but they were also brilliant. Braydon was basically Mondae's shadow, so it makes complete sense for her prints to be all over it. What will Jack's excuse be? There will be no stupid cell phone sex tape to get him out of this one.
She slid the phone underneath the passenger seat so that no one would see it unless they were looking. Reaching into her pocket again, she pulled out a small white pin that Braydon used to wear on his leather jacket. Like a true serial killer, Mondae might have taken a souvenir from her second murder. Braydon's blood was splattered across the front of it. She sighed for a moment, staring down at it. She couldn't believe the police were so terrible at their job that she had to waste her trophy on Jack Owyns. It almost made her mad enough to kill, but that didn't take much.
Reluctantly, Mondae shoved the pin under the seat with the phone. Getting Jack out of the picture was worth it.
Mondae looked around to make sure the coast was clear before closing the car door. She pulled out her own cell phone and dialed. As the phone rang, she moved away from Jack's car and towards her own. We can only hear her side of the conversation.
"Detective Dawson, I believe you met with my friend, Arianny, the virgin? Mmhmm, well this is the call. You need to get a warrant to search Jack Owyns car. It's in the parking lot of Georgia DeLise's penthouse. In it, you will find items belonging to Braydon Knox. This should be enough to put him behind bars... Don't worry how I know this. Just make sure you look under the seats. Do this and you will be greatly rewarded."
Mondae hung up the phone and slid it into her pocket as she reached her car.
"It will be me who ends you Jack, not the other way around." She muttered proudly. If Braydon Knox's cell phone with Jack Owyns finger prints on it and a pin with his blood on it inside Jack's car wasn't enough evidence to put him away, then what was?
Bye Jack.
And I guess you better start running Georgia. You're going to be all alone to face off against the mean girls. If Jack Owyns couldn't survive it, how will you?
