This is Personal [v. Jack Owyns I]

[Mondae Chaos]

Jack Owyns: the source of Mondae's troubles for the last 4 months. She had Lord Blake in her clutches and Jack fucked it all up. It's what he had always done. He stuck his nose where it didn't belong and ruined Mondae's night. Jack would do anything to ensure that our queen could never be happy. He probably murdered Gabe McKearns too. But knowing that she got to step into a Torture Chamber and destroy him was the only thing stopping her from slitting Lord Blake's throat or snapping the neck of the next person that gave her a dirty look. She was so well-adjusted.

Jack and Mondae had been in a war since Deathcore. What better way to prepare for her match than to take a trip down memory lane?

As she walked down the rampway of the Slaughterhouse, many memories flooded back to her. This was where it all began.

The Queen of Everything dressed in a pair of black high-waisted skinny jeans with rips in the knees with a black studded corset and black converse. Her long dark locks flowed around her shoulders in perfectly loose curls. A battered steel cage rests around the ring before her. She stood inside this steel cage with Arianny Blake as they defeated Seth Daniels on the last ever Deathcore show. All while Jack Owyns attacked the cage with a chainsaw. It was the first time that the red font cyber bully had dared to show his face to the Mean Girls.

Mondae stepped inside the cage. She looked around at the empty arena remembering a time when her and Arianny once dominated in front of a sold out crowd. Gazing into the camera, her dark eyes were determined.

"It feels like we've known each other for a lifetime, Jack. There is certainly a lifetime of hate between us. But it was just last May when Ari and I beat the living shit out of pathetic Ian Echo at the local Piggy Wiggly. The spark that lit the flame."

She smiled remembering throwing Ian Echo through a lobster tank. Ah, memories.

"That loser landed himself in a coma and Frankie Dayz was so scared that he hired you to kill me and Arianny. Here I am Jack," She threw her arms out straight as she stood in the centre of the ring, "standing in the middle of this fucking ring four months later." Her arms fell back to her sides.

"You are the worst hitman ever. I shouldn't be surprised. You fail at every job you're given. You came to Deathcore to destroy us and here we are. You made Shawn DeLise hire us in RSW so that you could end us and we are still standing tall. You are nothing and you have done nothing. You look at me and you see everything you wanted to be; talented, revered, feared. You know you could never be me so you decided to fuck with my career, with my title shot? I don't fucking think so Jack!"

She clenched her hands into fists. Remembering Vendetta, Jack stealing her title shot from under her, made her physically ill.

"You give off this attitude, this aura, like you are some tough S.O.B. But look at the company you keep; you hang around with losers, because you are a loser. You let Frankie Dayz hire you. You let Georgia put a tight little leash around your throat. You like to surround yourself with lesser people to make yourself look tough. Georgia is nothing but some spoiled little girl who thinks she can run with the big dogs. Deanna is afraid at the thought of us. And your ex, Holli, was some sad excuse for a reporter who liked to let men beat on her. Weak people, Jack. Because when you stand toe to toe with someone like me, someone who will take the life from your fucking body and enjoy every second of it, you look weak. You are weak."

Mondae walked over to the battered side of the steel cage. She ran her finger along the jagged metal, tearing the skin. The murderess watched as the blood pooled on her fingertip before licking it off.

"Just look at the first time we met. You came out here with a chainsaw. It was all a facade. You attacked the cage, laughed at how cool you were and you ran away. You could have stepped in here and taken us on. But you don't have the balls, do you? I'm sure you were glad when Deathcore closed before you ever had to step into a ring with me. Because you are all talk and no action. I hope you enjoyed your long, illustrious career. Because I am the fucking future of RSW. Me and Arianny are RSW and there is no room for cowards like you. You are the past, you are a has-been. It's time Jack. Time for you to pack up your old bones and get the fuck out of my house.

"You know what I am capable of. You know what happened to Braydon. Do you think I'll hesitate to snap your fucking neck in front of the entire world? Don't worry, I'll make it look like an accident. Although it's not like anyone would miss you. Your daughter thinks you abandoned her, Deanna never wants to see you again and Georgia is just using you to get to me. You mean nothing to any of them."

Taking a step back, Mondae glanced around at the steel walls around her.

"It's quite fitting Jack. We met each other in this cage and a cage is where this will all end. You can line us up and look at the stats, say that you are bigger and stronger and have more experience. But do you know what I see? You are old and injured and you are half the wrestler that I am. We both know I could wrestle circles around you, but it doesn't matter. This is fucking personal. This is not a wrestling match - this is a war. Blood will be shed and it will be yours. I will rip you from limb to fucking limb so that I can rid myself and this world of you. You have done enough to get in the way of the Mean Girl Mafia. So I will simply be removing you from the equation come Deception. I hope you enjoyed your career, Jack.  I hope you enjoyed the world believing that you are some tough hero while you play around with pathetic women. On Thursday you will finally meet your maker. You will face off against a real powerhouse, someone with more violence in her bones than you will ever understand. I am not like the weak women you are used to to dealing with. I am Mondae fucking Chaos and you will rue the day you decided to walk through those curtains with a chainsaw and pick a fight with someone who was better than you.

This is goodbye Jack."

She waved into the camera, smirking. There was fire in her eyes and it was clear Thursday would be a bloodbath.