Mercy Wrenn Vs. Cheerleader Lilly!

Match Type: Standard
Winning Conditions: Pinfall, Submission or Knockout
Special Stipulations: If Mercy wins, Lilly leaves the AFW. If Lilly wins, Lilly gets Clyde and Mercy for 24 hours.



"I'll avenge you, Taylor." Mercy said evenly to the blonde. The day had finally arrived. There was no more stalling. She'd be forced to step between the ropes of the squared circle for the first time as a wrestler and not as a part of the management. With Taylor there after having just lost to Kelly Conway, Lilly's stupid new best friend, Mercy felt like she was duty bound now. Not just to defend her own honor or Clyde's honor but the honor of Taylor as well. She was like Atlas with the weight of the world on her shoulders. She would not shrug!

Taylor's presence put her at ease, even helped make her think she COULD do it and beat Lilly's butt hard. Still, what would happen when Taylor wasn't there? Until the blonde arrived, Mercy had been a nervous wreck. She had stood in front of a mirror looking at herself and trying to think of ways she could get out of it. Maybe she could fake a sickness? An injury?

Lilly aside, all those people would be there watching her and getting off to her bikini clad form. Perverts! Sickos! It was just too much! Why did she even AGREE to this!? It would be better if Lilly just followed her around and tried to ambush her! The girl was an idiot! She couldn't muster up anything that resembled a well thought up plan of attack!

Great, now she was hyperventilating in front of Taylor as all that rushed back into her head.

"You're on Miss Wrenn."

"Eeeeeep!"

Mercy practically jumped out of her bikini as the director told her it was time to go. She could hear her [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NwiWAohAE5g:3r4n20as]music[/url:3r4n20as] playing in the background. She'd have to do something about that. How embarrassing. No, she wouldn't! She was never stepping foot in the ring as a wrestler ever again after this! She was going to retire undefeated!

Mercy pushed through the backstage entrance and stared at the ramp as she marched down it. Her cheeks flared bright red and her fists were clenched as she heard the catcalls She didn't like it one bit and there was a part of her that hoped she could block it out and focus on the match. She was just lucky that Clyde wasn't going to be there. The last thing she needed was him hotting and hollering. She was just lucky that she was able to convince him to stay home. She especially didn't want him around if somehow the .01% chance of her losing to Lilly actually HAPPENED.

Mercy climbed through the ropes and sighed, still looking down at her feet as she leaned against her turnbuckle. What the hell was wrong with her, anyway?!

Taylor, dressed in a tight black "FAST and HARD" t-shirt over her ring gear, followed behind Mercy. She used the walk to the ring to pump up the crowd and lead cheers, grinning and running back and forth to slap hands with fans on either side of the ramp like she was the most confident person in the world.

And not without reason. She had spent a month working with Mercy, and though it had been an uphill battle to convince the girly paralegal to act like a fighter, she had had some success. She worked on her conditioning, and on getting her used to the feeling of being roughed up. She had endlessly drilled her on using movement to avoid Lilly when the angry cheerleader inevitably wanted to meet her head on, keeping her eyes on her at all times, and a few different ways to manhandle her and beat her down when she had the opportunity. Mercy, former paralegal and now bad ass pro wrestler, was about as ready as one month of training could get her.

Once at ringside, Taylor began to fill Mercy's ear with the things she needed to hear.

"You got this. The work is already done, Mercy. You're a smart, beautiful, bad ass chick. Lilly's just another problem to solve. It's nothing personal. Just handle your business. She's dangerous, but you're smart, and you're not going to let her put her filthy hands on you. You're going take control, kick her in the ass, choke her stupid, and look awesome doing it. And..." she said, motioning to the pink haired girls face. "Glasses off."

"It's about time..." Lilly muttered to herself as she stood backstage. It felt like forever ago that she had convinced that pink haired ho, Mercy to agree to this match. After months of... gentle persuasion that was. And now that it was finally here, the cheerleader's nerves were running on full speed. Not because she was afraid of the possibility of losing. That WASN'T a possibility. It was because now, after waiting so long, she could finally put her hands on Mercy, and do it legally! Now she had nowhere to run, no threats of arresting her to hide behind. All that could stand between the two of them now were ropes. Maybe.

Feeling this was such an important occasion, Lilly took the time to try out her new outfit. And she was loving it. A bit flashy, but hey, she was Lilly. Nothing was too flashy for her.

Kelly, Lilly's new cohort, would be joining her at ringside, offering her "moral support," if you could call it that. Honestly, it was just nice to have her there, just in case Taylor decided she wanted to make things difficult for her. Kelly was good backup to have, just in case.

"Alright. Ready or not Mercy, here comes perfection."

When Mercy finished her entrance to the ring, Lilly's own [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UJ6pLKlU-8Q:2lfx43ft]theme[/url:2lfx43ft] played, and the busty blonde strutted her way down the ramp. She wore her usual, vile grin as she looked directly at the bikini clad Mercy. Well, didn't think she'd ever show so much skin Lilly thought as she reached the bottom of the ramp and went to the steel steps. She never took her eyes off Mercy, not once. She didn't trust her. For all she knew, she had some kind of trick up her sleeve to get out of this.

Slipping between the bottom and second rope, Lilly slithered her way to the center of the ring, hands on her hips, grin ever present. "Looking good, bitch," she side, licking her lips as she looked Mercy up and down. "Who knew what you were hiding under all those rags." One thing Kelly had taught her; get under their skin. Not that Lilly wasn't good at that in the first place.

Kelly was right behind her amiga. Though she wasn't particular interested in Lilly's sexual desires with Mercedes and Gastin, she DID want to cause as much misery as she could to the paralegal for canceling her show. The icing on the cake however? She was a friend of Taylor's.

"Remember what I taught you about counters. Fight smart, don't let her make you run after her while she's fleeing. She can be a crafty little mouse but you're a tigress here!" Kelly muttered into Lilly's ear before the two went out, clearing her throat afterwards as she got another look at Lilly's attire. Lilly sure loved to flaunt herself for such undeserving peons who flashed more photos for HER than for the winner of the Friction World Cup! All because of her reputation and skimpy attire!

Before they went out. Kelly rolled her eyes at Lilly's words. 'Here comes perfection?' Please. Perfection was accompanying her to the ring!

Finally Lilly's rocking Theme went on and Kelly followed, clad in her ring attire while sporting big, bug-eyed sunglasses as she strolled to the ring behind Lilly, pointing at her repeatedly amidst the crowd that gave them a solid negative response. Although there were some that cheered as they were of course happy to see the sexy cheerleader and Kelly appearing. The majority of the crowd knew how foul these two blondes were and gave them the reception their actions rightfully deserved.

The crowd was in the favor to Taylor, an solid favorite with a loyal fan-base, and Mercy. Fans of Clyde liked her naturally enough. But it was her willingness to take confront wrestlers like Shauna, Angela, Poison, Kelly and Lilly, despite not being a wrestler herself, That earned her the favor the crowd.

Kelly stopped in Lilly's corner and cutely waved to Taylor first. "Hiiiii~ Tayloor~" Kelly said coyly and obnoxiously before turning to Mercy. "Hiii Mercy~ Remember us? We're from Apple!" And she gave a childish wave and wide grin.

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"Ugh."

Clyde just paced around in the living room of his apartment, back and forth. Unable to decide if he wanted to watch this match or not...

"Oh!"

Mercy quickly blushed and slid her glasses off, handing them to Taylor when Lilly's music started up. She had been right. The blonde polyp had brought her new bestie to the ring in order to gloat or maybe get in a few cheap shots if Mercy got tossed out of the ring. It pissed the paralegal off but Taylor was there. Even if she hadn't been able to beat Kelly, Mercy didn't think for a second that Kelly was actually tougher than Taylor. Kelly had cheated or gotten lucky. It was the only way Kelly could win and it would be the only way Lilly would win and Lilly wasn't going to get the chance.

Mercy stepped forward when Lilly did and she was nearly chest to chest with the cheerleader. her fists were clenched and her lips pursed to show off her annoyance and anger and hide her nerves.

"Too bad there's not a piece of clothing on this world that could hide your skankiness. Or cover up the smell." Mercy grinned and pinched her nose mockingly. "And for the record, my clothes may be reasonably priced but I assure you they are high class executive wear!" It was a matter of principle to defend her corporate look! it meant she had a real job doing real things! Not living in fantasy wrestle land with all these lunatics!

Mercy then turned and looked at Kelly and grinned. "Oh? I remember getting a call from a couple of retards who couldn't even commit for five minutes before getting mad at each other and then having angry sex. Too bad it's not that kind of match. She won't get to put your training to good use!"

Mercy was feeling pumped now as she trotted back to her corner like a show pony. She suddenly couldn't wait for the bell as she tried to think about what Taylor had taught her.

'She's an idiot. Use your brain. She's just a problem that needs to be solved. You can do this because you're sexy and classy and not a total skank bag.'

Taylor's face was nothing but cool as Kelly made her entrance, along with the other girl. She gazed back at her from her place at ringside, and decided to toss her a grenade to start things off.

"Hey, Kelly," she called back to her. "I was going to apologize for breaking your ass, but I guess that's probably a sore subject. I mean, we all saw the tape. Good luck with your cheerleader!"

She put two fingers in her mouth and blew a piercing whistle, and clapped her hands to rally the crowd behind her. "YEAH, MERCY!"

Lilly kept her gaze fixated on Mercy as she stepped up to her, the two almost pressed together. This was new for the paralegal. She usual ran away, like a little mouse. She must have grown a pair in the time she spent waiting for the match. Or she just knew that she was going to lose, and this was her way of accepting it.

"Blah blah blah," Lilly mocked, using one of her hands to mimic a mouth opening and closing. "Keep spewing your high and mighty bullshit. By the time we are done here, you'll be lucky if you can say much of anything through a broken jaw." Lilly wasn't against the idea of giving Mercy a reason to not speak, but she didn't want to hurt her that bad. She needed her to at least be able to move. Once this match was over, she'd be hers, along with Clyde. And she had so much planned for the two of them.

The cheerleader rolled her eyes when Mercy and Kelly started to go at it. Sure, it was funny at the time... and it led to a pretty good time afterwards, but this was her moment. Kelly needed to butt out. "I've had plenty of training, twig. And I plan on using every ounce of it on you. Both during and AFTER the match." Lilly gave her lips a lick before she took a few steps back. She didn't want to wait anymore. She watched Mercy, her long awaited foe, and waited for the bell to sound. At long last, she'd get to rip the bubblegum haired bimbo apart, and not have to worry about getting in trouble for it.

"Yeah, well I-"

Ding! Ding!

Mercy was cut off from her retort by the bell. She leaped out of her corner and ran at Lilly, trying to think of everything Taylor said. It would be wise to stop, circle and catch an opening but with the sound of the bell she panicked and ran at Lilly. By the time it was too close to pull away, she knew she had to do something.

"Rawwwrh!"

Mercy growled and threw a righteous slap at Lilly's face. That would teach her!

Lilly was so eager to begin the match, that as soon as the bell rang, she too was out of her corner, going right for Mercy. Kelly had trained her to be much more careful than this, but remember all that Mercy and Clyde had put her through, all the trouble she had to endure... all she wanted was to rip Mercy apart and she didn't care how she did it!

As she closed in, she wondered how she would start. But Mercy thought faster than she did, and before she could do anything, the paralegal sent a vicious slap right across the cheerleader's cheek! Lilly staggered back, stunned a bit, mouth agape as she held her reddened cheek. That tore it.

"BITCH!" Lilly screeched at Mercy before charging right at her again, aiming to charge her right down to the mat before entangling both of her hands in her pink locks, pulling as hard as she could. The gloves were off as of right now!

Mercy couldn't even enjoy the satisfaction of slapping Lilly's face! The cheerleading skank had her fingers quickly buried in Mercy's pink trusses and was sharply pulling, causing Mercy to screech and whine as she toppled to the mat.

"Aaaahh!! Bitch! Stop it!"

Mercy threw her own hands up and began to tug at Lilly's golden locks, trying to yank them and roll the two over so that Mercy would be on top while their bodies pressed together and their legs entangled. Mercy snarled as she stared into Lilly's eyes.

"You suck! Aahhngh!"