I'll Be Your Carrie [MGM vs. Team Douche & The Emo Kids I]

[Mondae Chaos]

"... Your fucking queen!"

Hearing the words from Jace O'Brien's mouth brought a smile to our queen's lips. The couple had spent the last few months hiding their relationship for the greater good. The Mean Girls pulled one over on Georgia all thanks to Jace O'Brien - their perfect spy. But now, all Mondae wanted to do was cause pain and spill blood with Ari and Jace at her side. Now their mafia was complete and no one could stop them.

Mondae took the microphone and stared out at the sea of teenagers. It was too easy to sneak into the Homecoming dance tonight. As a teen herself, she blended in perfectly. I mean, she was a knockout compared to every teenage slore here, but otherwise she fit in just fine.

The murderess was dressed to kill (maybe literally) in a custom Alexander McQueen black strapless gown with her dark locks flowing freely around her shoulders in loose curls.

"It is an honour to be named your Queen, but not a surprise. As Jace said, we are the only reasonable choice. Just like high school, RSW is broken up into cliques. You have your jocks and cheerleaders in the Fraternity, you have your emo freaks who probably rock out to My Chemical Romance and then you have the popular kids, the people at the top of the food chain: The Mean Girl Mafia." She raised her arms out at her sides, indicating herself and Jace in that category. Duh.

"The jocks feel like the sure bet, but they are pathetic. The only thing Raven is the queen of, is losing. That bitch couldn't wrestle to save her fucking life. The last time the world saw her, Archer humiliated her, making her say 'I Quit'. So she put on her big girl pants and got trained? No one can give you talent Ravey, especially not another loser like Hailey. Lord can't save you either. The king of the douches lost to MGM last week with Hanalei as his team member. That bitch actually beat Raven so I can only image how horribly Lord Douche will do with his slut at his side instead. She will weigh you down and you can't afford that when I am determined to put you down."

"And then there's the mysterious Archer and his new boo Emma. You had your little whore come down to MY match and steal MY title? You lost that title Archer, so you need to let it go. I was screwed out of my opportunity. If that title belongs in anyone's arms, it's mine. I will have absolutely no problem prying it out of your girlfriends, cold, dead hands this week. She may be just as pathetic as Raven. I mean, she has had one match and lost to Zach Knight. Embarrassing."

Mondae rolled her eyes as the audience stared blankly at her. Most of these high school children did not watch RSW and had no clue what she was talking about. That didn't stop her.

"You are both bringing a weaker link into this match - two women who have proven nothing. Me? I bring the big guns. I only align myself with the best, like Jace O'Brien - your Bay Area Champion. And once I take that title from Lord, we will be your golden couple. And you will all be exactly what you already are - fucking nothing."

"Honestly Archer, I expected more from you and your mind games. Loved how you tortured Raven, but a blood bath?"

Turning slightly, she nodded to a young geek standing behind the stage. He pulled a string hanging next to him which dumped a large bucket of blood all over Mondae and Jace - just like at Vendetta. The crowd let out a collective scream as blood splattered onto the front few rows. Licking her lips, Mondae smiled as blood dripped off of her. This was her idea of fun.

"You want to 'Carrie' us? That's your big mind game? How boring. Have you seen Carrie? I will gladly be your Carrie. At the end of the movie, after she gets doused in blood - everyone dies. And that is exactly what is going to happen this week. We are Carrie, your King and Queen of Destruction, and we are going to end every last one of you and I am going to take what is rightfully mine."

Jace grabbed the queen's hand and raised it into the air as the teens stared on in shock and horror.