Not Everybody Gets a Good Time

After finishing up a match, Clyde had gone back to his locker room to collect his things, sore and covered sweat but happy to leave the ring victorious. It was a good feeling, but out of habit, he checked his phone for any messages from a certain paralegal, always eager for the phone call he told himself would never happen again.

Instead he had a received a message from an unknown number. More than a message, a video. He didn't bother with it until he got home. When he finally opened it, he saw that it was a nice home movie about Mercy Wrenn and Allison Watson. Clyde watched the whole thing in his apartment, eyes wide open, speechless, flustered, angry and just torn up inside. Letting it finish before watching it again. It didn't matter if he and Mercy were no longer together, he still loved her and seeing her and Allison, both naked in the pool fucking each-other and Mercy just moaning out Allison's name in pure ecstasy like...

"THAT.... BIIIITCH!!! MOTHER! FUUUCKERRR!!! He screamed in anger as he flung his phone to the wall with tears in his eyes. "I SHOULDN'T EVEN FUCKING CARE-...." He paused as his head throbbed uncomfortably, the pain was immense but it calmed his rage. "...God...D-Dammit..." He choked back the tears, not knowing what to think anymore. It didn't matter if Mercy wasn't his anymore, The fact Allison had no doubt done this to him was infuriating. All he felt was anger, heartache, confusion and even jealousy.

He didn't sleep that night. Couldn't sleep. Only the Why's and What If's behind Mercy and Allison's meeting. He couldn't take it any longer after mulling over it for so long that night, eventually calling Mercy on her phone as he tried to compose his shaking demeanor.

Mercy was sound asleep when her phone buzzed. She still snoozed softly through the first ring. The second ring woke her up but she still didn't understand what was happening. By the third ring, she was patting around on her nightstand looking for her phone.

She grabbed it and looked at the number and groaned. What the hell was Clyde doing calling her at this hour? He didn't even do it when they were dating. She answered it with as much fervor as her sleepy, yawn soaked mouth could muster.

"mmmmnnn... "Clyde... hhhhuuuaaahhh... What.. nn.. .the hell? It's so late... why are you calling?"

Clyde was breathing through his nose, but he had some time to cool down as the phone rang, more or less, each ring made him more nervous than the last, his heart pounding at every second until he heard that the breath taking 'click' of the phone being answered and as usual, Mercy sounded cute waking up.

"...Babe..." He muttered softly, not thinking it probably wasn't appropriate anymore. It was like reflex.

"A couple hours ago, I got sent a video of You, and Allison Watson in a pool... Fuckin'."

Mercy groaned at Clyde's words. It was too late to try and correct him but she was going to try her best. At least, until he spoke again.

That was a pretty cold bucket of water he had just thrown.

Mercy shot out of bed instantly, stumbling in the dark as she tore off her blankets.

"W-WHAT!?"

She sounded just as surprised as he did. Her voice cracked and she swallowed down the frog. Her face was pale in the darkness and her heart began to beat rapidly.

"I... I don't know what you're talking about! This isn't funny, Clyde!" She huffed, panting softly into the phone. She knew it was true but she had to try and gather her thoughts. Allison had been taping her!? Her mind tried to race as she slowly began to regain her full senses, making it to the light switch and turning it on, shutting her eyes tightly as her own lights blinded her.

"I-If this is some kind of revenge joke or something, I'm NOT laughing, Clyde!"

Clyde winced on the other line as Mercy screeched in shock. That was a nice wake up call for her, no doubt all tuckered out from getting tribbed into ecstasy. He remained stoic and no-nonsense on the other end, the expression on his face twitching as Mercy played innocent and even considered that he'd be petty enough for 'revenge' on her.

His bottom lip and left eye twitched at hearing that.

"H-Huh!? Like hell I'd do somethin' like that to ya! I'ma better man than that, Mercedes!" He growled into the phone before giving an audible sniffle from his nose.

"But you're right, it Ain't funny! This ain't no joke... I got a video message of you... and Allison in a pool... Naked... Your hands were tied while y'all were Fuckin' and you cryin out her name as loud as can be!" Clyde slammed his palms on the nightstand behind his bed, shutting his eyes tight as the humiliation sunk in.

"She did that. She sent me the video. That witch knew what she was doin'! SHE SMILED RIGHT AT THE GODDAMN CAMERA JUST FER ME!" He barked as he gripped the nightstand with shaking hands.

"...But maybe its you playin' the joke on me?" He asked quietly.

Mercedes? Clyde hadn't called her that once in the entire time they dated. And he was doing it now? Uh uh.

"Don't you call me that, Mr. Gastin." Mercy snapped back as she trudged out of her room, angrily flipping on lights as she went.

"Who sent you the message Clyde?? Was it ME?" She growled. "Did I send you that? Why would I go out of my way to send you something like that? So you could call me in the middle of the night!? Yeah, Clyde, I'm reallly sticking it to you." She continued.

"What was I doing Clyde? Was I smiling at the camera? I just set all of it up just to get back at you." Mercy huffed. "Not for nothing, but you really aren't thinking about this! You just want to yell at me! It's late! I want to go to bed! Geeze, you always manage to just know how to pick the worst times to do the worst things!"

And Clyde scowled as Mercy snapped at him before she went off on him about whether or not she sent the video and if she was against him or not.

"No I know WHO sent it! And you DAMN SHO' didn't hate being there neither!" He interrupted while she went off on him, rolling his eyes saying it wasn't she getting at him.

"I'm calling because you're fucking this bitch who's made me and my sisters life a living hell and I..... I... Rrrh!!" He shouted.

"I get we're done... Okay!? I get you're fuckin' through with me and dont wanna see me again, Fine! Go ahead and fuck whoooever you wanna fuck! It ain't my business no more But why in the Bluuuee Helll... Are ya fuckin' that skank!?"

"I'M NOT FUCKING HER!"

Mercy shrieked into the phone. She was shaking and she puffed out her cheeks while she tried to catch her breath. She rubbed her temples and tried to speak calmly.

"I never said I never wanted to see you again, Clyde. Believe it or not I didn't just run out looking to just fuck whoever I could. I'm sure you think I just strolled right in there with sex on my mind, right?"

And Clyde got quiet as mercy shrieked, frowning deeply with a solemn look on his face as he listened to mercy, calming him in the process. Finding a little warmth in hearing she didn't want him gone. Just a little .

And though he was irked by her scolding, he did feel he was being mean to her. Just a little.

"No. I'm pretty Damn certain that witch was all over you like she was with..." He paused and grit his teeth, clinching his fist. Could he blame mercy for forgetting about them? Maybe Allison helped her forget....

He sighed deeply with A shaky breath. "Tell me what happened."

"She contacted me and paid me to be her legal adviser in the matters concerning you and your sister." She said, taking a few moments to calm down. "I understand how that looks but don't you say one word about it!" She said.

"Believe it or not, I was trying to help you, Clyde. All this just needs to end and I was going to make that happen."

Mercy sighed into the phone, her other hand tugging at her pink hair. "She invited me to her spa to handle negotiations. After that got settled, we moved to one of her rooms. After a few drinks and a dip in her pool... things... happened."

Mercy shook her head. "She bought me bathing suit, Clyde. It's really nice." As though that would make everything better. "I..." Mercy's head fell a bit.

"Ok, I know you're upset and you have a right to be." Mercy said in a soft tone. "If I was thinking, I wouldn't have done it but I wasn't. It just happened and... I'm sorry, Clyde." She meekly whispered into the phone. "Just... don't go all half cocked about everything all the time!" She tacked on the end with a much more emphatic tone. "That's exactly why you're IN the position you're in!"