Beyoncé' stuck Jay-Z in the mouth with a swift jab—knocking out his front teeth.

Beyoncé' stuck Jay-z in the mouth with a swift jab—knocking out his front teeth. 

"Is it true?" Beyoncé asked. "What? did I try to cuff Barrack?" Oprah responded. Beyoncé nodded. "Ha! As if. The truth is in the 90's he had a cougar complex. He made a pass at me and I curved his ass. Keep in mind this was way before he was a junior senator, let alone president." Oprah said. Silence lingered a moment before she spoke again. "I mean I could have him now if I wanted. I just have no interest in men these days."

"Is that right?" Michelle said; making her way up the steps of the gazebo. Beyoncé's jaw dropped. Shit just got real. "It took you long enough to get here." Oprah said. "Sorry I was busy breaking Stedman off." Michelle said; walking past Oprah without stopping. Savage. "Please, you aint enough woman for my man." Oprah rolled her eyes. Michelle didn't acknowledge the jab. She gave Beyoncé a firm squeeze. "Hey little Queen! I missed you! How's my God daughter?" she asked. "Oh Blu is fine. She is already  doing algebra." Beyoncé said. "Good. Does Sean know?" Michelle asked. "Uh, no! She almost slipped and spilled the beans once. He would have far too many questions if he found out our 4 year old was smarter than him." Beyoncé laughed.

"Men have such poorly formed egos." Michelle said. "Bitch, so you just gonna sit there and act like I'm not here?" Oprah snapped. "You asked me here. I don't have to like it." Michelle said. "Regardless you need to fucking respect me. This is my home." Oprah's stare bore into Michelle's soul. Beyoncé just watched stunned. "I'm sorry ok? We good?" Michelle asked. "Yeah we  good." Oprah said. Sean entered the room with a plate of margaritas and finger foods. "Thank you Sean!" Oprah said. He placed the tray on the table and handed each of them drinks. "Ladies, please enjoy." he said; planting a kiss on Beyoncé's cheek. "I'm going to watch the game with Stedman. I love you." Beyoncé lit up like the 4th of July. "I love you too." she said patting him on the ass as he left.

"Ladies, I asked you here because we have a problem—God damn Sean makes a mean Margarita—anyway, I spoke with the concierge." Oprah said nursing her drink. Michelle and  Beyoncé looked visibly upset. "You too? Where is she??" Michelle asked. "I wish I knew! She came to me when I was sleep." Oprah said.  Beyoncé looked away. "She came to me as well but I am not allowed to speak about what she told me."  Beyoncé said. "Me too." Michelle added. "So I assume you all have your directions?" Oprah asked. They both nodded. "That she contacted us at all I assume she has found the King candidate, which means the prophecy came sooner than we thought." Michelle said. "It also means those idiots found Ogun's Tomb." Oprah said. "Fuck! I'm never going to get a damn break!"  Beyoncé said. "I really love this body! I love my life!"

"Calm down Sasha. We don't know if you have to go back yet. Besides, you've had her body long enough. You know the rules." Michelle said. "Bullshit! Oba has had her body forever!!!"  Beyoncé yelled. Oprah cleared the distance between them in an instant and slapped Beyonce like she was attempting to get her stuck chips to fall out of a vending machine. "Tond uyo vree pkesa ym etru mean!!" Oprah screamed into Beyoncé's face—speaking in Oneiros—the language of dreams.  Beyoncé knew she had crossed a line. The slap would have broken the neck of a normal human but it it left no mark. Which means Oprah pulled her punch. It still stung like hell..

"I'd like to see you try that shit with me." Michelle scoffed. "Are you crazy?"
"Bitch I might be! Keep talking." Oprah said. "Ok, lets drop this for now." Beyoncé said. I need to know who that bitch is." Beyoncé said pointing at Veronica. "Holy shit! You can see me?!" Veronica said. She had crept up the stairs while they were bickering."A better question is how you got into this place." Michelle said; taking off her heels and and earrings. "No, I got this Aya Obama." Beyoncé said. Michelle beamed at her. "So you speak Yoruba now?" Michelle asked. "A little. I know that Aya means mother and Baba means father. ya know, simple stuff." Beyoncé said.

"Jay!" Beyoncé yelled. A moment later Sean entered the room. "Bae? What's up?" he asked. "Can you please escort this bitch out of here?" Sean took one look at Veronica and went stupid. Veronica had on a leopard print jump-suit that looked painted on and hugged her curves like a long lost lover. "Jay!!" Beyoncé snapped her fingers. "You like white bitches now? Get Becky out of here!" Queenie snapped.

 "Huh? Oh! Maam let's go." Sean said taking Veronica by the arm. In a fluid and swift motion, Veronica reached into her purse and retrieved a silk handkerchief and rubbed it under Sean's nose. He froze. "Now 'Jay', I need you to let me go, and go take a nap." Veronica said. "Ok..." Sean said and walked back into the mansion. "Jay!! Jay! SEAN!!!!!" Beyoncé screamed. Her face was red and flushed. "Bitch! What did you do to my husband!" Beyoncé was fuming. "Oh nothing. Maybe he just likes white bitches." Veronica said. Oprah couldn't resist from laughing and Michelle was fighting back a smirk.

Beyoncé was on her feet a moment later. "Ok wait! I just need some information and I'm gone." Veronica said. Beyoncé went deaf—blinded by a complete and perfect rage.  She swung but Veronica dodged and jumped back several paces. "Look! I don't want to do with this. I just need to ask you something!" Veronica pleaded with them. "If you can beat Sasha I'll answer 1 question." Oprah said. Veronica kicked off her heels and took a defensive stance. "Also if you use Prana or Ashe you automatically forfeit." Michelle added. "Wait how do you know I can use—" Veronica began,  Beyoncé had cleared the 20 feet that separated them in a millisecond. Beyoncé was a tiny dame, but each of her blows struck like thunder. Veronica could barely keep up with her speed. Barely blocking her blows, she jumped back another 20 feet. If this bitch hits me it's over. "Keep running Becky!!" Beyoncé yelled.

Becky? Becky?! That's it. "JAY!" Veronica yelled. Sean burst through the door like a fucking hurricane. His eyes were completely glossed over and his pupils were glowing.  He looked like a zombie. "Jay. Break this bitch in two." Veronica said. Sean didn't hesitate. He lumbered towards Beyoncé. "Also tell her everything you've hidden from her while you do it." Veronica said twisting the knife. Beyoncé lost all constitution. "W-what? Sean! Jay!! What are you doing?" she pleaded with him. Jay said nothing. He grabbed Beyoncé by the neck and lifted her off the ground. Her legs thrashed around violently. "I removed his strength limiters. He is easily 4 times stronger than an average human. Remember, you asked for this this shit. Remember you got in your feelings not me." Veronica said; collecting her shoes and heading back to the gazebo. That was when Jay began to speak.

"I fucked Rachel Roy." he said. Beyoncé's lip quivered.

"I fucked her while she was still married to Dame." he said.

"I fucked Mya." he said. I even licked her ass and kissed you the next morning.he said. She shook her head. No! No!

"I fucked Claudia Scheelen while you were at your baby shower."  he said. Beyoncé wept.

"I am planning on seeing Casey Cohen tonight."  he said.

"I didn't fuck Liv, but I lead you to believe I did so you wouldn't be suspicious of everyone else I was fucking."  he said. Beyoncé sobbed.

"I fucked Rita Ora and Tori Kelly while we did cocaine and watched the Kim Kardashian sex tape" he said. A silent cry escaped her. Veronica almost pitied her. Almost.

"I plan on leaving you for Rihanna once my attorney's verifies that my prenup is still valid." he said.
With that statement, Beyoncé went cold. Her eyes began to glow. "SASHA NOOOOOOOO!!!" Oprah yelled. Too late. Beyoncé touched Jay's chest. His back exploded sending shards of his spine and sinewy pieces of his heart and lungs in the grass.  His grip went flacid and Beyoncé fell to the ground. Sean collapsed—immobile. Beyoncé lay in the grass sobbing. Oprah and Michelle both looked at Veronica. "Bitch who are you?" they asked in unison. "I assume the new queen candidate—seeing as your current one can't control her feelings." Veronica said glancing at Beyoncé who lay on her side openly weeping. "STEDMAN!" Oprah yelled. Stedman was such a standard old Negro. He wore a pair of blue shorts with black dress socks and suspenders slung over his wife beater. He had a mouth full of food and a piece of cornbread in his hand. "Damn baby what? he asked. "Awww shit."

He glanced at Jay's body. "What you want me to do?" he asked. "Go to my dressing room. Third draw on the left. Bring me the canister." Oprah said. "I'll begin he incantation." Michelle said. walking toward Jay's body. Veronica paid them no mind. She was impatient and lost in her phone. A few moments later Stedman returned with the bottle. It' was beautiful and made from pure copper. It was engraved with several runes that began at the base and tapered off towards the top. Michelle was over Jay's body. She appeared to be singing. Veronica recognized the language so she slyly remembered the incantation. I might need it someday. 

Bitch please. You aren't leaving here alive! A voice boomed in her head.

"Oh my god! How are you doing this! Veronica was sincerely shocked.

"You know damn well how I am doing this. It's you're ability. Oprah said; projecting her thoughts into Veronica's mind.

"What I mean is how are you using my ability?"

"Fuck you that's how." Oprah responded.

"Look, I didn't want a fight. Also, you said I couldn't use Prana or Ashe how was I supposed to fight?!

"Not fair is it? That is what it is like to be a black person in this world. The odds are stacked against you, but if you want to live you have to work with the little bit you have! Of course you cheated which is what white people do—so I'm not surprised. Oprah said.

Jay's coughing interrupted their exchange. Stedman poured the contents of the canister over his wounds and they began swiftly healing. "W-what happened to me?" he stuttered. Beyoncé hugged him tightly. She openly sobbed. He squeezed her back. "Baby what's wrong?" he asked. 'I-I know. I know about it all. The cheating. The 3-way with with those lousy thots. The cocaine. Rachel, all of them." she said flatly. "W-what? N-Naw baby! Stop believe lies. I dont..I aint even trying to argue with you!" he yelled. Beyoncé' stuck him in the mouth with a swift jab—knocking out his front teeth.

"B-bish ish yuur crathzy!!" he yelled; spray blood on her clothes. "Uh, if he ruined that Versace top she is wearing—I'm going to kill him my damn self." Veronica said. Beyoncé stuck him again and he went straight to sleep. "Don't you kill him after we wasted lethe water on him!" Oprah yelled. Beyoncé didn't reply she simply stared at Jay; daring him to wake up again.

"Back to you. I see you have a strong will. Normally I would know everything about you by now. Who are you. Have you forgotten the face of your mother?" Oprah asked. "What? Look. You said if I won you would answer my question." Michelle climbed up the steps of the Gazebo and joined the pair. "Little Queen, you are wasting good liquor. I'm about to drink yours." Michelle said. Beyoncé remained silent. "That is cruel. You know she can't be a Queen candidate now. Matricide is a no no." Veronica said. She was being smug.

"Alright bitch. you need to start talking or you going to get hurt." Oprah said.  Veronica laughed. "Yeah right! Bitch I'm free, white and 21—not to mention I'm rich! You can't even hurt my feelings." she said.Veronica not only crossed the line. She drew several more and skipped right across those.
Mrs. Obama sighed and began nursing her Margarita. Oprah stood and cracked her knuckles. "Let's see about that you shitty bitch."