You are Nothing [v. Jack Owyns II]

[Mondae Chaos]

Jack Owyns had ripped Mondae's title shot out from beneath her and ruined her undefeated streak all within the span of 10 minutes. And to add insult to injury he laid her out with his stupid finisher to cap off the last episode of Vendetta. To say that it was the worst moment of her life would be an understatement. Jack had taken everything from our queen and she wanted revenge. When she closed her eyes at night, she saw his ugly face. She dreamed of slitting his throat and watching him gasp for air. Mondae and Jack would not have a regularly-scheduled match. This would be an all out brawl to the death. Honestly, if one of them ended up losing their life at Deception, not a single soul would be surprised. They were both out for blood and revenge.

Mondae knew that Jack had one tiny weakness: Mackenzie Green. Deanna had taken Mackenzie away after her life was almost taken by Mondae Chaos. But the little girl was still living and breathing. Jack should count that as a win.

Today we find our young queen in an eerily similar scenario to Deathcore viewers. She sits inside a little girl's room. You can tell because it is frilly and pink. Mondae is a stark contrast to the room as she wears all black: a pair of high-waisted leather leggings and a crop top with a dark red, oversized, plaid shirt: the sleeves rolled up to her elbows. A backwards baseball cap rests on her head with her raven locks flowing loosely around her shoulders. Black combat boots complete the look. Mondae stands in the centre of the room, a naked Barbie doll clutched in one hand and a large pair of scissors in the other.

"Look familiar, Jack? I wonder if you even know where I am. I bet you don't. I bet Deanna took little Mackenzie halfway across the world and never told you where she was. Because you don't deserve to be in her life. And here I am, your arch enemy, standing in the bedroom of your innocent little girl. I could slit her little throat right now and you'd never find her. You would have to wait for the news to broadcast it. I'm sure you would be the number one suspect." She licked her black lips and smiled into the camera. Mondae knew that Jack would watch and that this would get right under his skin. Mackenzie was a sore spot for Jack.

"But don't worry Jack, today the outlaw will have mercy. No one is home. No one even knows that I am here. But I wanted you to know that your happy little family is still standing because of me. I have had ample opportunity to take them from you, but I didn't. That's the difference between me and you, Jack; you have taken everything from me. All I have is Ari and my pure, unadulterated hatred for you. You dug up Gabe's body, you displayed it in my lobby, you tried to take my life and threw me through a fucking window, you interfered in my match last week and took that fucking win from me; taking my title shot and my undefeated streak with it. You are the cause of all of my problems, Jack. I could stand here and I could take it all from you right now. I could kill Georgia and Deanna and Mackenzie and leave you with nothing left to live for. But I won't. I just want to leave you with the knowledge that I can. I want you all riled up come Thursday. I want a fucking war. I want no fucking excuses from you when I am standing tall at the end of the night."

We were used to watching Mondae Chaos have zero restraint. Maybe waiting to murder Shawn DeLise had taught her that not killing can be just as effective as killing. #growth

"I am not afraid of you Jack. You walk around here like some horror movie serial killer. What have you done to strike fear? In the last four months I have competed consistently, showing the world just why I am the fucking best. I have demonstrated my pure skill inside that ring both technically and as a submission specialist. I have demonstrated my strength and my speed and if nothing else, people know that I am an expert at spilling blood. I spill blood for a living and what have you done? You are rusty and used up - past your prime. You haven't had a single match since I have known you. Why is it that you avoid stepping into that ring? Is it because you know everyone will learn that you are all talk and no action? Unlike you, this is my fucking life. I live to step into that ring and rip people apart, to cause them pain and agony and watch them bleed at my feet. You? You live to hide in the fucking shadows like a coward and jump out at people from behind, just like you did to me. And even when you sneak attack, you still don't have the balls to finish the fucking job. So tell me, why should I be worried? What exactly do you bring to the table other than an aura of mystery that I could give two fucks about?"

The raven-haired queen smiled as she raised the Barbie in front of her. Taking the scissors, she begins to chop at the doll's hair before snipping off all of her limbs; her arms, her legs and finally a quick chop at the neck removes Barbie's plastic head. It falls to the ground and Mondae kicks it into a corner.

"Just like this Barbie, you are nothing -  fake and plastic. You are emptiness. People believe things about you, things that you have done or will do, but they are all lies. All rumours and rumblings. Instead you're just some soft bitch who goes to jail because he steals Barbies for his little girl." Mondae scoffs and rolls her dark eyes. "How terrifying you are Jack. I honestly can't believe you've been living off this lie for so long. The sad, pathetic people you must have met along your career astound me. I am not them." She finally takes the scissors and plunges them into the midsection of the doll. "I am your maker, your destroyer, the end of you."

Mondae drops the remains of Barbie onto Mackenzie's bed and turns towards the door. She stops in the doorway turning back to the camera.

"I am going to destroy your facade and show the entire world how weak and pathetic you truly are.

Goodbye Jack."

Waving softly, the Queen turned once more. She dug the scissors into the walls and dragged them down the hallway as she walked, tearing the drywall and paint beneath. Mondae wanted Deanna to know she was here. She wanted Jack to lose them forever without having to lift a finger herself. Knowing that they were out there, living happily lives without him would be more torturous than taking their lives and she knew it.