We Don't Have a Chance! [MGM v. Lord & Hanalei I]

[Mondae Chaos]

House music swells through the night sky and hundreds of twenty-somethings jump and writhe to the beat. They're crowded on Shawn DeLise’s new yacht, red solo cups in hand. You would expect to find Lord Blake here, being drunk and stupid. Instead we find the Queen herself in a strange position: upside down doing a keg stand with beefcake Jace O'Brien holding her legs up high. He lets her down and she stands tall, raising her hands in the air and screaming “Woooo” as loudly as she can - like a regular party girl. Weird.

The crowd cheers.

The royal descendant is dressed unusually in a pair of blue jeans and a black polo with the collar popped. A backwards baseball hat covers her hair and her feet are clad in black converse. Jace refused to wear the outfit Mondae picked out for him so he is dressed normally. Tsk. The teenager nods to her new man and he hoists her up onto his shoulders so she is visible to the sea of drunks beneath her. The music dims.

"Party people! I am Lord Blake and we are here to celebrate a freakin' miracle! I won a championship!" The crowd erupts. Mondae rolls her eyes. "And my undefeated streak is about to be ripped out from under me. I am going to step into the ring with Mondae Chaos and Arianny Blake - teaming with Hanalei Brightly, the biggest waste of space since Bryce Albright. And this time I won't have Jack Owyns to save my ass! We all know that I - err, the mean girls are better wrestlers than I will ever be. Somehow the wrestling gene skipped a generation in my family. I am just some loser frat boy who thinks that smiling and drinking out of a red cup will carry me through this world!"

There was a murmur. The crowd began to realize this wasn't going to be a party-friendly speech. But the murderess continued on, because she doesn't give a fuck.

"This week I have absolutely no plan or idea how I am going to survive against the Mean Girls. I mean, I don't have a hope in hell to come out alive. Mondae Chaos destroyed Jack Owyns at Deception and he is stronger than me, faster than me, a better technical wrestler than I am and he can take a beating! And then I'm stuck with Hanalei? Haha! She has literally accomplished nothing. She beat my pathetic girlfriend who couldn't wrestle a fucking cat and a man who falls asleep at the drop of a hat. When she stepped into the ring against a real competitor - the amazing Jace O'Brien, the bitch crumbled. We are a pretty sad and pathetic team. And to top if off, the Mean Girls have a bone to pick with Hanalei. She is clearly the dumbest bitch in RSW. Only an idiot would decide to start a war with the Mean Girls. Look around Hanalei - everyone who has started a war with MGM is long gone. You won't see Jack or Georgia or any of them around here anymore. Because people who start a war with the Mean Girls are lucky to get out alive. We'll be lucky if I can still hold a red solo cup after Vendetta because we are in over our heads here. Surviving Thursday night will be a feat of its own!"

Well, she wasn't wrong. When you make it personal with the mean girls, the odds of surviving are slim. And Hanalei made it personal.

"Mondae and Ari have been a team since birth. I have known them both since I was a little prepubescent boy who used to jerk it to them. I mean, they were the hottest girls I knew. Raven certainly doesn't compare. They are a cohesive unit. Those bitches hate everyone, but nothing could ever come between them and in that ring, they can work together like none other. Who didn't see their momentous match against Seth Daniels? Or Mondae helping Ari win that Deathcore title? They are an indestructible force. Me and Hanalei? We haven't even met once! We don't have a chance!"

She raises her red solo cup into the air and the crowd does the same.

"We don't have a chance! We don't have a chance!" She repeats it over and over again until the crowd starts chanting and a smile spreads across her perfect lips.

No slogan could better describe the team of Hanalei and Lord.