Your Rightful Queen [vs. Team Douche + The Emo Kids II]

[Mondae Chaos]

Mondae paced back and forth through the tiny kitchen in Jace O'Brien's apartment. Since Shawn DeLise had basically kicked team bestie out of their current home, they had relocated. Arianny Blake and Rowan Blackwood were seated at the kitchen table. The raven-haired bitch stopped, turning to face her alliance members. She wore a pair of camo-print skinny jeans with a black crop top and a backwards baseball cap over her perfect black locks. All three women wore camo (with Ari's leaving little to the imagination) and had black war-paint under their eyes.

"Ladies - your mission if you choose to accept it is simple, collect the RSW Supreme Championship and deliver it to its rightful owner; ME!"

Why play her own mind games when she could borrow a chapter from Archer? He thinks he can just steal the Supreme Championship? Great idea - the only problem is that it's property of the Mean Girls. No one deserved to hold that title except for Mondae. And since Archer spent the last month claiming not to want it, he shouldn't have a problem relinquishing it the queen.

"Let's hunt them down. We'll skin his stupid whore alive and make him watch!" There was a twinkle of joy in Rowan's eyes as she spoke. Arianny nodded in agreement and Mondae looked like a proud mom.

"Why waste our energy? Archer is going to walk into Vendetta with that title arrogantly slung over his shoulder. Because Archer isn't new or different or mysterious at all. He is the fucking same as everyone else: a sheep. He wants the glory and the title and to say that he is the best. The only problem is that he isn't. He doesn't deserve that title and while I am ripping him and his stupid bitch apart - you two will secure the title for me." Pausing for a moment, she thought about holding that title in her hands and wrapping it around her waist. It just felt right.

"I will focus on the match - it won't be hard. Lord and his stupid girlfriend are spending their entire week crying about the missing title. Instead of finding Archer they are wasting their time putting up flyers and running a fucking hotline. It just shows how big of a joke they are. They belong on a fucking sitcom, not in this ring. I can't wait to finally get my hands on Raven, around her pretty neck. I hope that Hailey has given her a little more edge because it's always more fun when they put up a fight. Lord knows little Ravey can't hold her own - it's why he hired me to protect her last time. Because she is frail and fragile. 30 days of training won't change that. And once I break her, he will be so concerned with putting her back together, he won't have time to focus on winning."

Raven is his weakness and he was going to deliver her on a silver platter like a lamb to the slaughter. What more could a girl ask for?

"Jace and I are everything that Archer and Emma aren't. We are their weaknesses wrapped up in a little bow: we are technique and submission skill. And on top of that we are more violent and bloodthirsty than they will ever be. They are pretending to be some sort of enigma but they are simply a fraud. Honestly, they have completely let me down this week. I was hoping for a horse head in my bed at the very least. Instead, nothing. Maybe Archer's scared. He doesn't know how to approach a true predator. Just like everyone else, he and his will crumble at my feet. Jace and I will stand victorious and we will show everyone including that loser Shawn DeLise why MGM rules all. We will reign supreme."

Arianny jumped to her feet, a smile upon her face - a smile that said she has a plan of her own.

"Fuck Archer and Lord and their slores too! I basically own this fucking company now and when you and Jace win this week, I will award you the title myself. I'll show Shawn how to run a company and give RSW the champion they deserve!"

Arianny had won the rights to the company at Deception and Shawn DeLise had run away like the little bitch he was. It was time for the Mean Girls to show everyone what a true MGM reign looked like. We can guarantee you will hate it.