"You're About To Blow" //one

[Hanalei Brightly]

"Yo, is this professional wrestling or a Comedy Central special? If this is the latter, then I swear to God, I am going to retire and drink bleach. This type of shit is why our sport is tainted, and I'm tired of the fact that this has become nothing more but a petty little game."

"Shows how you two don't take this thing seriously enough."

"Step aside MGM, because you're clearly just here for the games and jokes. Let the actually talented people show how it's done."

╳ Y O U ' R E  A B O U T  T O . B L O W

Monday, September 5, 2016 | Los Angeles, California | The Kamikaze Klique Headquarters

The lighting in the room was bright, with a white table containing two dolls sitting prettily on it being the main focus of the frame. Upon closer examination, the two dolls weren't your protypical Barbie dolls. One of the dolls had long, blonde hair, donning a pink sweater and a white mini skirt. The other doll that was next to it had raven-black hair, complete with black leggings and a leather jacket. Anyone with the IQ of Jace O'Brien's dick size can figure out which two women these particular dolls were modeled after. Soon, Hanalei Brightly would be seen with a small yet sly looking smile on her face as she entered the scene.

"Ari and Mondae... God, I have been waiting for this day to come. I knew that I was going to come across the two of you sooner rather than later, and it seems as though my wish came true. It feels as if Christmas came early this year, and you two are the cute little presents that I get to rip open. This is going to be fun."

Hanalei chuckled as she sat down by the table, crossing her leg over the other. Her attention was now on the two dolls, and Hanalei picked them up. She seemed to be closely examining every little detail on them.

"You two are right. Your run here thus far has been a strong run. However, you two aren't invincible. After all, Mondae did lose to my tag team partner. I kinda find it funny that you two are just casually sweeping that fact under the rug and trying to negate the fact that Lord Blake was the better wrestler in that match. That is forever sealed in the history books. You cannot skim through the words and just easily toss a significant fact to the side as if it doesn't matter. Labeling Blake's win as a 'fluke' just reveals how envious and insecure you are, because you couldn't get the job done. You were weak, Mondae. You were unable to back up your words and Blake made you look like his bitch that night. You got exactly what was coming to you, and you are now the weaker link in the MGM. You can't go on with your tough girl charade forever sweetie."

"You see, you two think that you are impeccable and foolishly believe that you are without your own faults. Technical ability and blatantly cheating can only take you so far. You two can't compete with Blake and I's striking abilities. We're one of the hardest hitting people in this company, whereas you two can't even break a measly stick with your fists. In addition, Lord is just stronger and I am more resilient. Plus... we don't go around having bitch fits like we have Tourettes or something. We're more cohesive. We can keep our cool, and we are definitely the more balanced team in this match."

"Do you still think that you can keep up with us? Do you think that you can take every punch that we throw at you? Do you think that you will have enough gas in the tank to go the extra mile and not exhaust yourselves? If you respond with 'yes' to any of my questions, then I think the contents of my pepper spray has gotten into your brains and you are rapidly losing your brain cells as a result."

Suddenly, Hanalei promptly snapped off the dolls' heads.

"You won't be needing those anymore if you lack the basic capabilities to think. You two are like ticking time bombs that are poised to explode, and I cannot see you two being able to get the job done when you can't even contain yourselves."

"You're about to blow, and not in a good way."

"No bueno."