Mercy Wrenn Vs. Cheerleader Lilly!

As the cheerleader yanked as hard as she could on Mercy's bubblegum hair, she was quick to do the same back to her. "Auuughhhh!" Lilly screeched, pulling her hair more vigorously, if that was even possible. The two of them began to roll on the mat, Mercy gaining the upper hand by getting on top. But Lilly wasn't having any of that, no way. Just as Mercy had, Lilly tried to roll them over yet again, trying to get on top of her instead. This wasn't exactly what she was planning when she had this match in mind...

"FUCK YOU!" Lilly shouted in reply to the paralegal's claim that she sucked. Who said that?!

Mercy's eye gleamed through the tears forming from her burning scalp as she rolled on top of Lilly. She had the advantage and she grinned widely so Lilly would see only to be shoved so Lilly was on top of her. Mercy tried kicking her legs and screeched into Lilly's face.

"Eeeeeeeeeee!"

Mercy bucked her hips to try and throw Lilly off of her while she tugged on Lilly's hair with one hand, pulling the other free and trying to slap Lilly's face repeatedly with her palm.

"Quit rubbing all over me, you skank! Get Ooooooff!"

Lilly hated to admit it, but Mercy was much more of a handful than she should be. She had managed to get on top of her, and she caught a glimps of her smug, ugly grin who did she thinkshe was?! Lilly wasn't going to have it, so she rolled them back over, quickly taking back the advantage.

Their "fighting" continued like this for a bit. And mercy started throwing more vicious slaps towards Lilly's face, a few of them connecting, while others she managed to block. That, along with her bucking, made if hard for the cheerleader to kep on top of her. Enraged, Lilly released one her own hands from her hair and starting aiming a few slaps of her own, not really caring where she hit her.

"You started this! So screw you!"

"...What the hell." Kelly palmed her face as she watched the catfight go on. Hair pulls and slaps between the both of them. So much for training. Oh well.

"FUCK HER UP!"

"nh! nh! Stop.. it nh!"

When Lilly started slapping Mercy's face back, she wriggled and pushed, , pulling her other hand from Lilly's hair when they ended up on their side and trying to wedge her arm between their faces so she could push Lilly away. She palmed Lilly's face and growled.

"You Wish! Annnrrrgggh! You're such a slutty whore! Ahhn!"

Mercy's other hand pushed lower, trying to shove Lilly off of her completely when she felt that she was shoving against Lilly's big cow udder. Mercy's eyes narrowed devilishly as she raked her claws down the soft, supple flesh. 'Get these udders offf me Raaaarr!"

Lilly started to gain a bit more of an advantage when Mercy let go of her hair. Perfect. Now she had free reign to do what she wanted! She kept raining down slaps on the pink haired bimbo, happy to finally have her.

"QUIT TALKING SHIT!" Lilly shouted as she kept up her assault. She had to work around Mercy's arms, which insistantly pushed against her, but she managed. She did, until she felt Mercy's nails drag across the exposed flesh of her chest.

"Auuughh!" Lilly cried, rolling herself off of Mercy, both hands massaging the fresh read streaks that ran down the front of her chest. What the fuck kind of crap was that?! Slapping was at least a hit, but scratching? What kind of training did she get? None obviously.

Lilly rolled away, getting herself to a corner and hastily getting herself to her knees, glaring a venomous glare at Mercy. "What are you doing scratching me! You... CUNT!"

Mercy hopped up to her knees as well when Lilly rolled away. She was panting and touching her face which was red from the slaps. It stung but not so badly. Certainly not as much as the red streaks across Lilly's breast. Mercy puffed her own modest chest out as she glared at Lilly.

"What, afraid they might pop?!" Mercy spat bac, sticking her tongue out at Lilly childishly. "You might as well quit, if you can't even catfight, then how can you hope to outwrestle me, huh? I admit, I got a little carried away." Mercy glanced back and threw an apologetic look at Taylor. "But, obviously that's all you can do!"

Mercy stood up and cracked her knuckles. I've got real, processional training, so let's go!" Mercy stepped forward and raised her arms, calling for a lock up as she motioned Lilly forward with her hands. "Come on! Unless you're too scared!"

Kelly pulled herself up with the aid of the bottom ropes, her neck going in between the middle and bottom ropes.

"She's bluffing! This Jobber can't wrestle or fight to save her life. She's just a secretary! Lilly! Get in there and crush her!!" Kelly yelled, faliling her arms.

Taylor forcibly removed her palm from her forehead and tried her best to erase all traces of the utter disappointment she felt while watching the two roll around on the mat from her face. When she spoke, she made sure that her voice was calm, and stern.

"Mercy," she said, loudly enough to get her attention. "Stop talking. Just focus on fighting. Don't let her make you sloppy. Take a deep breath, and let's do it right."

As far as Taylor was concerned, Kelly could trash talk her all she wanted. It wasn't Taylor's match. She let Kelly waste her breath and allowed her taunts just roll off her back. If Kelly tried to get involved, Taylor would be right there to stomp on her face, but barring that Taylor was only there to support Mercy.

Lilly gritted her teeth, annoyed at Mercy for such a dirty tactic. She didn't think she had it in her really. Fighting dirty, let alone fighting at all din't seem to be something she'd do. To Lilly, that was just a green light to do a little dirty fighting herself. she planned to already of course. But now it feltmuch more justified.

"All I can do? That says a lot about your boyfriend, considering it was more than enough to put him in his place!" Lilly shot back, getting to her feet and giving a few more soothing rubs to the red marks down her chest. She was gonna pay her back for that, in full.

Hearing Mercy brag about her so called "professional training," made the cheerleader snicker a bit. Professional training. For what, a month? Lilly had just as much training time as she did. The difference was, she also had in ring experience to back it up. Bubblegum head here didn't have even an ounce of that. But she wasn't going to say that to her. She'd find out.

"Yes. YES KELLY! I KNOW SHE'S BLUFFING!" Lilly shouted at he ringside partner. Damn she could be annoying. Turning her attention back to Mercy, Lilly took a step towards her. "Scared? Of you? Bitch, you're about as scary as a toddler wearing a sheet pretending to be a ghost," With that, she charged right at Mercy. No more games. No more catfights. It was time for the real thing. Arm raised, Lilly charged at the paralegal, aiming to hit her with a quick and hard clothesline.