Home Is Where the Hatred Is

After her humiliating moment at the AFW arena recently, Lilly was left licking her wounds. Karisma, that bitch woman who had Mercy's back, had done quite a number on her with just one kick. And to add to that, after trying to help Kelly win her match, she still lost. What the hell else did she need?

Lilly, wearing a red skirt and a short sleeve button down top, which had enough buttons undone to reveal a shocking amount of cleavage, was wandering the sidewalks of Kyoto, trying to relax on this beautiful day. After what had happened, she needed it.

Nearby, the cheerleader caught a whif of the smell of beef, a smell that made her stomach cry out hungrily. Food sounded like a pretty good idea. As she neared the convenient store, like a miricle, out of the door he came. Clyde. A wicked, vile grin spread on her face. It had been so long since she saw her old prize. He attention had been so focused on Mercy, that she had almost completely forgotten about him. And seeing him now brought back a flood of bad memories.

Lilly quickly blended into the crowd behind him, her hunger forgotten. Screw the food. What better chance could she have? He was probably going back to his place. Making her presence known to him out in public might not be q good idea. But at his place, away from prying eyes, would be a better option. So the vindictive cheerleader followed him, blending into the crowd, keeping back just enough that, if he were to turn and look in her direction, she would have enough cover to hide away.

Clyde was in for a very, very bad reunion.

Lilly stayed close to Clyde as he maneuvered down an alleyway, but just back enough that he wouldn't notice her. Here, she saw him approach his place. It was easy enough to find, and thankfully just off the beaten path so that no one would really take notice of them. It was perfect.

Lilly watched as Clyde took out his keys. Now was as good a time as any. The cheerleader walked quietly up the drive, stopping only a few feet behind her old nemesis. She waited until he turned his key to unlock the door to speak.

"Nice place. It matches your drab, idiotic personality," she said, standing firmly behind him, hands on her hips and a grin that would send shivers down the grim reaper's spine.

The look on Clyde's face was satisfying. It showed how much he feared her, how much he hated her. She had been gone for some time, and it was good to see that he hadn't forgotten who she was. And that was a good thing, because this time, she wasn't going anywhere. As far as she was co corned, he would never be rid of her.

When Clyde tried to get inside, the cheerleader rushed to the door, wedging her self into the doorframe to keep him from closing it on her. She tried to squirm her way in, adamant to make sure he couldn't get away from her. The last thing she needed was him calling the cops on her for this. She wouldn't let that happen.

"Let... Me...IN!" She screamed, trying to squirm through the door that threatened to crush her ample chest.

"NO FUCKING SHIT!" Lilly screamed back as she struggled her way through the door. Eventually,Moshe managed to slip through, the door slamming loudly behind her. With a huff, she straightened up her shirt and turned to the very heated Clyde.

"Damn, you seem to have a talent for pointing out the obvious," she shot back, now looking him dead in the eyes. As she did, she felt hot hatred boiling inside of her. She remembered every big of grief he caused her from beating her their first match together, to leaving her naked in the AFW halls. Everything.

Lilly broke eye contact with him and began wandering his apartment, running her hand over every surface she passed as if she lived there. "And why do you even need to ask why I'm here? You answered it yourself. She got me fired. I plan to get her back for it. And after I saw you... Well, what better way to get to her than to go through her little boyfriend," she said as she meandered about the apartment.

Lilly wandered about, making a mental note about every hallway, door, and window. You never know when you might just need to get out after all. But as she was about to run her hand over a nearby table, the cowboy snatched up her wrist in a firm grip, growling at her to keep away from Mercy.

Lilly glared back at the ballsy man who held her wrist. He wasn't the wuss he used to be, but he was still a wuss. After a moment, she just grinned her nasty grin. "Or what?" she snapped, not moving as she glared at him. Besides, it was a little late for all of that. She had already given Mercy a stern beating in the arena during Kelly's match. It didn't particularly end well, but she made her presence known. That was something.