You Don't Look So Tough!

Trixie Lasek ran from the AFW Friction cafeteria at break neck speed with her board under her arm. She would then burst right through the gym doors and pant heavily for air, wiping a tear from her eye and lifting her head to reveal her face that was full of anger.

Her crush, Yuu Abe had just embaressed her and completely rejected her. Now she just wanted to get even, maybe kick the teacher's ass. Maybe someone elses' ass.

Trixie growled and looked around at the gym, looking to cause some trouble, but with so many tough girls, even in her bad mood, she knew not to mess with the jacked up veterans or even tough looking rookies. She wasn't looking for a fight but she couldn't honestly explain it.

She wanted someone to bully.

Mercy Wrenn was having a surprisingly good time. She was stuck at the AFW facility all day while Brittany did her her thing, walking around like the preening princess she thought there was. It was such a pain in the ass having to spot her while she lifted weights and take shit from all the other wrestlers while she flaunted around just because she could. Now she was in the sauna relaxing a bit and in the meantime, Mercy decided to take advantage of the rather awesome workout facilities that the huge compound had in their gym.

It was a drag at first. Mercy wasn't the type to lift huge weights, so those were out. She couldn't throw a punch to save her life, so she wasn't exactly going to be hitting a bag, light, heavy or speed and she mot certainly was NOT going to spar.

However, after getting out one of the big balls and stretching on it and (mostly) playing with it, she ended up on a work out cycle that had her heart pumping really nicely. Now she was off in a corner on her yoga mat, doing some basic exercises. Push ups, crunches and squats, abd various other exercises that she had scoped out the other girls doing and that she had looked up on the internet. It was a pain, and she was sweaty and breathing pretty heavily, but she had some fancy water and some really good tunes playing in her headphones so loud that the rest of the world melted away.

It felt good to sweat away the stress of her work and the music was up beat and had her even dancing a bit (and convinced that the things she were doing counted as exercise as well).

So, when the door crashed open and in came Trixie Lasek, Mercy, in all her track suit wearing, messy bun bobbing ways, was completely oblivious.

Looking around, Trixie spotted a petite, nerdy looking pinkette working out on a yoga mat. Trixie was just pissed off and saw someone she could easily frustration and anger out on without much trouble at all.

The angry and devious girl decided to be coy. She dropped her board and stepped on it to ride towards the corner of the gym towards Mercy, eyeing her fancy water bottle that only some prep would drink out of. Honestly, Trixie expected this nerd to be drinking Starbucks too.

Without warning, Trixie stepped off her board and kicked forward to try and shoot the board forward along the gym floor to kick over Mercy's water bottle with enough force behind the board to send it flying to the wall. All she wanted was this little nerd's attention...

Mercy was startled when her water bottle went careening away from her. She didn't hear the crash, but she wrinkled her brow as she watched it skitter away. She turned and looked around, only to see a skateboard by her. Of all things? She looked down and looked up.

There was only one girl standing around looking like she could have been the one responsible and Mercy quickly pulled out her earbuds and planted her foot on the board and grabbed it when it tilted up on its end. "Hey, is this yours?!" She called out. "You can't skate in here!" She then turned and looked back at her water bottle. "You're lucky you didn't spill my drink!" She was annoyed enough and Trixie was little enough that she felt like she could front a bit.

Trixie smirked. Mercy's reaction and annoyance was perfect and exactly what she wanted. As soon as the pinkette addressed her, Trixie took a deep breath and then spoke as loud as she could.

"DUDE! WHAT ARE YOU DOIN'!? GIMME BACK MY BOARD!" She yelled loud and clear before stomping over to Mercy and trying to yank back her deck before shoving Mercy with a stiff arm to the shoulder.

"You got a problem, little punk? Huh!?"

"bh!"

Mercy grunted as she was shoved. She narrowed her eyes at the skater when the board was yanked from her and puffed her cheeks a bit. Who the hell was this chick? "Yeah, get your skateboard and your fat ass out of here." Mercy huffed, posturing a bit. Her and Trixie were basically the same size. Both were skinny, though Mercy seemed a bit lankier, but made up for it with a much bigger chest. All of Trixie was in her thighs and birthing hips and fat ass. she was a disaster but it let Mercy be a little confident with her trash talking.

"Some of us are actually trying to work out." She said again, adjusting her glasses.

Trixie scowled at Mercy, now that they were closer, she noticed that the pinkette was her sight and a little bit skinner. Perfect, she could totally take a nerdy bitch her size.

But she sure did have a mouth on her!

"F-Fat? What the fuck!? We're the same size, dumbass!" Trixie argued as she puffed her much smaller chest against... Mercy's bustier frame. "Hmph." She snorted as she tried to ignore some envy. All while wondering if she was... A Little fat. She never watched what she ate and she was smaller than this girl and... Fuck it!

"Yeah? You're prolly pretty fuckin' fat under that track suit? Do you wrestle? I bet you get your nerdy ass kicked all the time!" Mocked Trixie before giving Mercy another shove.

"I bet even a rookie like me could beat your ass easy! Don't like me skatin'? Do somethin' about it, bitch!" Trixie taunted as she got all up in Mercy's face, trying to goad the nerd to hit her.

"Yeah, except for two inches on each side." Mercy said back with a wry sneer, only to be met with a brief encounter of the breast kind and a rough shove.

"Gh..."

Mercy stumbled and shook her head. "Not for nothin' but you're kind of retarded for skating in a gym." Mercy then planted her palm in Trixie's flat chest and shoved back hard.

"If you're looking for a fight, I'm sure one of the other roided up meat heads would be happy to beat you up, pussy." Mercy spat, feeling a bit of bravado when dealing with the lithe skater. Especially with her trump card yet to be played.

"I'm not interested in rolling around and getting sweaty with some sixteen year old [/i]dyke[/i]. At least with one of them." Mercy said, leaning in pointing at the other girls in the gym. "It won't be embarrassing if you lose. Now, aren't you late for class or something?" Mercy said and waved off Trixie dismissively.

Trixie's jaw suddenly dropped when Mercy spoke of her... Sides. Even the confident skater found herself eyeing her skinny jean clad hips who would narrow her eyes as Mercy called her retarded but shoving at her chest, making the skater stagger back as she glared at Mercy.

"Dyke!?" She exclaimed as she grit her teeth at Mercy angrily before huffing aloud. "Heh! Like hell I'd ever lose to a geek like you, shrimp! C'mon! You wrestle? I'll take you on, one and one in the ring!" Trixie exclaimed as she stepped up to Mercy, mashing her forehead against hers.

Mercy gave Trixie a hard shove again when she approached. It was easy to keep Tricie at bay, and, maybe a little fun. She smirked at the skater.

"I am not going to fight some skank. This isn't highschool. Besides, do you even know who you're messing with?" Mercy said as she spotted her blonde employee from across the room.

"I'm the former assistant to the Chief of Talent Relations! Not so long ago, I could have had you fired just for looking at me the wrong way!" Mercy puffed her chest out proudly. "And now? Well, now I'm Miss Brittany Luvve's personal assistant."

Mercy smiled cruelly at Trixie and looked past the nubile skater. "Isn't that really got, Champ?"