A Proposition [Vs. Bryce Albright III}

[Mondae Chaos]

Jace O'Brien sits alone at a booth in a seedy bar. A half-empty beer is on the table in front of him. Georgia DeLise's hired muscle stares off into space and doesn't even notice Mondae Chaos walking through the door. She looks around, slightly disgusted by the sight. If she wasn't on a mission, our queen would never step foot inside an establishment like this. Mondae is dressed in a pair of ripped jeans, combat boots and her "Fuck Georgia" t-shirt (which are flying off the shelves, by the way). She slides into the booth across from Jace. He looks up at her with a smirk across his handsome face.

"Ah, the twit shows herself!" He laughed slightly and took a sip of beer. Mondae's eyes narrowed, not impressed. I guess we know who the twit and twat are in the MGM now.

"Georgia's little bitch. Nice to meet you in person finally. You'd think as her hired help I would have seen you around, you know, protecting the whore."

"Just because you haven't seen me, doesn't mean I'm not around." Our queen rolled her eyes.

"Let's cut to the chase. This week I get to take on your sloppy seconds, the pathetic loser that you had to beat to get gold around your waist. And since Bryce Albright was a good enough stepping stone for Georgia's puppet, I figured why can't he be my stepping stone too? Georgia has done nothing by stomp all over my accomplishments and my skills since I stepped food in this company. She can't handle that two women are here who possess more class and talent than she ever will so she has tried to stifle me. Guess what? She can't! This week when I step into that ring I will make an example of Bryce in front of the entire fucking world. I will show everyone exactly why I deserve to represent the Mean Girl Mafia in the Supreme Championship tournament. If Georgia really thinks I'm so undeserving, I don't see why she would decline my offer." Leaning back in the booth, she folded her arms across her chest.

"What's your point?"

"I'm proposing that if Bryce Albright is good enough to be your path to the title, he's good enough to be my path to the title. If I beat Bryce Albright this week, just like her little plaything did, I want my shot. I want her to enter me in the Supreme Championship Tournament. And then I'm going to sweep it and bring the title home to the MGM where it belongs. If she really thinks that I'm talentless then she should put me in the tournament and let me prove myself" An interesting proposition.

"You really think you're on my level, love?" Pet names did not sit well with our resident murderess. His tone was condescending and she wanted to start a brawl here and now. She took a deep breath instead.

"I'm beyond your level, loser. Bryce may have the slightest technical edge over me, but I have never relied solely on my technical skills to win a match. I mean, he's more technical than you and you didn't seem to have a problem getting that title around your waist. I will utilize my technical skills as well as my pure love of violence. Once I see him wincing in pain, I will have my motivation and sticking it to Georgia is just the icing on the cake, love." She echoed his condescending tone.

"I am quicker than Bryce, I hit harder than Bryce and my submission skills put him to shame. Top that off with the fact that greatness and pure, raw talent courses through my veins and you have a fucking perfect specimen sitting directly across from you. Bryce and his fathager don't stand a chance. He can throw me around as much as he wants, I love to take a beating and I'll keep coming back for more. I will outsmart the meathead and bash his skull into oblivion. I am undefeated for a reason and if I have to prove to Georgia and the entire world why I deserve to be here, I have no problem destroying Bryce to do so. So take that back to your boss and you can both watch me dominate and earn my place."

"Good luck." She slid out of the booth and left Jace to ponder her proposal. Will Georgia put her money where her mouth is? We'll see.