Fuck Your Revolution [Mean Girls v. Lord & Hanalei III]

[Mondae Chaos]

you say you want a revolution
and I say that you're full of shit

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"BLAKE IS A FAKE" (Lord, obvi)

"HANALEI SUCKS"

"YOUR REVOLUTION IS BULLSHIT"

A mob is gathered outside of the Arena before Vendetta. The Mean Girls are about to incite a riot. Just a casual Thursday night.

The entire MGM stands in front of the crowd on a raised platform. The crowd before them hold pitchforks, torches and signs degrading the team of Lord Blake and Hanalei Brightly, as well as the so-called revolution. Mondae Chaos stands in the middle of the stage, a hand on her hip, holding a microphone. The teenage queen is dressed in all black, of course, wearing a pair of latex leggings, a crop top with skulls across it, combat boots and a smirk upon her black lips. Pausing for a moment, she listened as their fans scream for her, begging for her wisdom to fill their ears.

And yes, the mean girls do have fans.

"MEAN GIRL MINIONS! THIS IS THE ANTI-REVOLUTION!" Her voice echos with purpose through the crowd and they erupt into cheers.

"Hanalei Brightly wants a fucking revolution? Do you know anything about revolutions, Hana? You can't start a war without an army. You can't force change alone little girl. No one is stupid enough to stand up to the Mean Girl Mafia - that's just you. You are the only one who wants to sign your death warrant. You want to attack us? Pepperspray us with the help of 20 nobodies and think it makes you tough? You needed 20 other people to take us down - that makes you nothing but pathetic and weak. This is your penance. This match tonight is not just about beating the shit out of you and Lord, this match is about teaching you both a lesson. No one fucks with us and lives to tell the fucking tale!"

She wasn't wrong. Remember Braydon? The Mean Girls live for revenge and not being able to fully capitalize on Georgia DeLise at Deception has left them wanting blood.

"You attacked us and Lord ripped that title out from under me with the help of Jack Owyns. You are both undeserving. You don't deserve to be here, you don't deserve to be in a fucking ring and you certainly don't deserve to stand toe to toe with the greatest athletes that this business has ever seen. Your only purpose tonight will be to squelch the flame of any little revolution out there. You want to be the mockingjay Hanalei? Is Lord your Gale Hawthorne? That's fine with me - just call me President Snow. The only difference is that this isn't a fairytale. This is real life and in this story, President Snow remains in power. In this version the mockingjay dies and so does any hope of a revolution."

Mondae nods towards Jace. The Beefcake is standing next to two figures cloaked in a sheet. He pauses for a moment and then pulls the sheets off, revealing an effigy of both Lord Blake and Hanalei Brightly. Hanalei is made out of hundreds of little Skipper dolls - because that bitch isn't even good enough to be a Barbie. Lord is a mountain of his favourite thing: red solo cups.

Rowan and Zander douse the effigies with lighter fuel as the mean girls pull out lighters. Arianny and Mondae stand on opposite sides of the figures and smile before lighting the flame and setting them on fire. The teenage psychopaths quickly step back, mesmerized by the flames for a moment as they engulf their enemies.

"Burn bitches, burn!" Arianny yells.

Mondae holds her arms out as the flames burn behind her.

"Fuck your revolution! We will burn you and any hope you have to the ground tonight. You have never felt pain and fear like this before. We are going to make you and party boy Blake understand for once and for all why the mean girls are the face of RSW. We will make you bleed and cry and beg for mercy at our feet. We will rip you apart. This is the end of your revolution and your careers. You will regret the day that you decided to start this pathetic war. You are finished."

"The Mean Girls always win!" The besties yell in unison and raise each other's hands into the air in victory. A preview of what is to come in tonight's main event.

don't be surprised
when we destroy all of it