O.P.P.P.P.V.I.O.U!

Mercy scoffed back at Lilly. "Flawless!? Men? Women?" Mercy rolled her eyes. "Where do you keep them, in your basement? I'm sure those people have families they want to return to." She said with a cutting tone. Mercy couldn't understand Lilly. Not even a little bit. Revenge?

Mercy shook her head. "You're sick. You need professional help, that's what you need. You probably need some jail time too. I can't believe they haven't done that already. The only way you can get people to like you is to hate you? You're not even worth it." Mercy said and crossed her arms under her chest. "Not worth it one bit." She reaffirmed. "Clyde doesn't give a damn about you. I'm pretty sure the only reason he even got put in that match is because you fucked somebody. And you'll never have that title. Never, ever! You're going up against someone who knows what they are doing! Not someone you can just flash your ugly cow udders at and win against. In fact, I think I'll get myself a ringside seat to watch you go down so I can watch the look on your face as it all slips away." Mercy grinned. "I'd do it myself but that'd involve touching you and I don't want to catch any of what you have." Mercy shuddered visibly before she scowled at Lilly.

Lilly was starting to reach the end of her rope with Mercy, and was seriously contemplating just beating what smarts she thought she had out of her, right here, right now. Then maybe she would learn just who the better woman was. But she held herself back. She didn't want to let the pink haired bitch think she had won by making her mad. But she did make her mad. Very much so.

"You wanna watch my match? Good, I want you to be there when I hoist that title belt up after I beat the bitch who's holding it now. And after that, I'll come down to where you are sitting, and beat your pretty little head with it!" Lilly's voice raised a bit more than she wanted it to. But Mercy had really started to push her buttons. "But before all of that happens, why don't you back up your words, huh? Fight me. But oh that's right, you are too afraid you'll break a nail, or ruffle your hair. You wanna talk shit to me? Do it when you don't have a desk to hide behind." Lilly felt her cheeks getting redder and redder the more she spoke. Her fists, which were clenched at her sides were shaking a bit as well. It was taking all she had to not beat Mercy down.

Mercy clenched her fists. She was almost at screaming level too as she got back into Lilly's face. "You won't be touching any of this!" She said. "You even LOOK at me the wrong way and I'll have you tossed in jail for assault." Mercy narrowed her eyes. "You think I'm afraid of someone like... you? Whose only athletic ability comes from going up and down a stripper pole?" Mercy said as their noses almost touched again. I'd looooove to kick your ass, sister." She said. "I'm just afraid you'd spend the match trying to grope me."

Mercy turned and shivered, stepping away from Lilly. "You think you're so hot? That you could have any man or woman you wanted? Well..." Mercy said as she slid her hand down her side and along her tight rump. "You'll never, ever get your filthy hands on ANY of this." Mercy looked Lilly up and down. "That's why I'm not going to have a match with you. As much as I'd love to beat the blonde off you, I'm not going to get into a match just so you can rub up against me with your skanky ass cow udders."

Mercy then smiled wickedly at Lilly and pinched her nose. "I mean, it's bad enough I can smell your raunchy cooch from over here."

That was it. All of Lilly's previous happiness from winning her match was completely out the door. She wanted nothing more right now than to pound little Mercy's face in. Unfortunately, the bitch was going to hide behind the law? Coward. A complete and utter coward. That's all she was. Did she think that made her tough?

"That's right, talk shit, then threaten to have me arrested. It just goes to show how afraid of me you really are," Lilly spat at Mercy. "Of course, you wouldn't admit that, being the stubborn skank that you are. But watch your back, if you honestly think I'm afraid to get arrested for kicking your ass, then you are going to be VERY shocked."

Mercy's eyes widened slightly at Lilly's words. She didn't like people who did not find the threat of legal action intimidating. Would Lilly REALLY not care about getting arrested? EVERYONE cared about getting arrested. Why wouldn't Lilly? Unless she was a, "Psychopath. That's what you are!" Mercy said as her voice quivered a bit.

"When they haul your ass in jail, You can definitely plea insanity." Mercy said and snorted. She then grinned. "Besides..." She began. "Why would I kick your ass myself when I know Angela will do an oh so much better job? If you think public sexual humiliation is the be all, end all in this world, then you're in for a REAL treat. They'll have to scrape you off the mat when Angela's done with you,, sister."

Mercy pulled away, straightened up and adjusted her glasses with a smirk and a little 'hmph.

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Thunderfox:
Lilly couldn't help but grin when she heard Mercy's voice quiver ever so slightly. It only confirmed what she already knew; Mercy really was afraid of her. And she had a very good reason to be. She had no trouble beating the pink out of her hair, and didn't fear any sort of consiquences. Still, it wouldn't do to go to jail before her big match against a champion, would it?

"You really think I'm afraid of some bimbo? Please. My losing streak is done. I will do whatever it takes to win against anyone I'm up against." Lilly paused, grinning as Mercy pulled away from her, and straightened herself out. "And as for you, call me crazy all you want. It won't change anything when I'm beating your skinny ass with the championship title belt after I win it. Sleep with one eye open from now on, little Mercy."


Tatyina:
Mercy furrowed her brow. She didn't like threats one bit. She wasn't afraid of Lilly, she was afraid that Lilly might do something unpredictable, like pull a knife out from her cleavage and shank her. She was afraid of that. "You won't have a belt to beat anyone over the head with." Mercy said leaning forward, putting her hands on her hips. "Maybe I'll do everything in MY power to make sure you get the beating of a lifetime. You know what's better than kicking your ass myself? Not having to lay a finger on your fat, sweaty, ugly ass and STILL getting to watch you get it kicked.

Mercy shook her head. "Little, please. We're the same size, oh wait! You're like twice as wide as me with those udders of yours. I can't wait to see you waddle out to that ring and get literally fucked out of the company. No.. no... that was mean." She said suddenly and pressed her finger against her lips. "That's what you did to get INTO the company! What would you ever do if you didn't have that cavern between your legs to get you anywhere in life? Maybe I SHOULD want you to win that title. After all, you're only going to have, what, a year or two tops before that thing is so blown out no one will go near it? Then you'll have to live like a hobo for the rest of your life."

Mercy sneered at Lilly gleefully. "I'm sorry, Lilly. This has all just been a misunderstanding. Really, you don't deserve my ire. You deserve my pity for being such a sad, pathetic human being." Mercy pouted her lips at Lilly. "If you win that belt against Angela, which is clearly not going to happen, I'll give you a free shot at me with it. Anywhere you want to, you can go head and have a crack at me. You need to feel as good as you can before those wrinkly tits of yours sag to your knees and not even the perverted old men who buy schoolgirl panties from vending machines will pay you to stick their dicks in that grand canyon of yours." By the time she was finished, her tone was dripping with so much condescension that it was practically palpable.

Mercy flipped her hair and turned around smugly. What could Lilly say to that? The conversation was over and Mercy just put the finest point she could on it.


Thunderfox:
Words. Mercy never, ever stopped trying to prove that she was better than her at words. Well, as true as it was, Lilly didn't want to let her get to her. For all she knew, she was TRYING to get her mad, so that she would attack her, and thus ruin her chance of getting that belt. Well, Lilly was above letting some dumb pencil pusher get her mad. She knew that she would get what was coming to her eventually. One way or another.

"Alright, you are smarter than me. Take that as a win. Too bad your little boyfriend can't talk his way out of a situation. But then I suppose one of you needs to be good at something. And let's face it, all you've got going for you is having a dictionary for a brain. You're boy toy doesn't even have that." Lilly crossed her arms over her still exposed chest, smiling at Mercy's back. "I'm just wondering how long it will be until either you get bored of him, or he gets tired of tying to sound smart to impress you. I can't imagine how many times he's tried. Either way, I will be there to take him from when it inevitably ends. I'm sure he'll be a good slave."

Mercy stopped when she heard Lilly's words. She took a deep breath and then exhaled. Lilly had been constantly been bringing up how moronic Clyde was. How he was a complete idiot without half a brain. She was right, of course. He was a fool at best but Mercy certainly wasn't into him for his brain? Why WAS she into him? Now wasn't the time for that. The fact was that he was hers and NOT Lilly's.

Mercy turned around and pushed her face right up against Lilly's, nose to nose with the girl, finally making physical contact. "Let me impart you with one last pearl of wisdom then, sweetheart. It doesn't make you look very good when you're gleefully chasing after the sloppy seconds. Especially when you're trying to rip on how moronic those sloppy seconds are!"

Mercy narrowed her eyes. "But you're not as dumb as you look. You managed to figure one thing out. You can have him. When. I'm. Done. I know that's how you're used to it."

Mercy slung her hand up to slap Lilly as hard as she could across the cheerleader's face. "THAT'S for Clyde. It's what he wanted to do to you but couldn't because you were waving those ugly ass tits in his face!"

Lilly's smile widened wen she saw Mercy stop in her tracks. Had she touched a nerve? She assumed so. After all, she wasn't wrong. Mercy was definitely the smartest of the two of them. And Clyde? Well, he was... something to say the least. He didn't really have much going for him. He's an idiot, and just a typical man. Apart from wanting her revenge on him, Lilly wasn't too sure why she wanted him anymore. But it didn't matter. She had another reason to pursue him now. Mercy clearly didn't like that she had her sights set on him.

"I'll take him when I'm good and-" Lilly's retort to Mercy was cut short when the pink haired girl's hand slapped her viciously in the face, forcing her to take a step back. Her eyes were a bit wide, since it had come out of nowhere. She really hadn't expected that out of a pencil pusher. It was admirable, and at the same time, it infuriated Lilly. She HIT HER! She wanted nothing more than to rip her hair out in bloody chunks! She could get away with it now right? Self defense? Justifiable retaliation? Then again, no one was really around to see it, she couldn't prove it was self defense. But then again, mercy couldn't prove it wasn't either.

One hand going to her ow reddened cheek, Lilly glared at the desk jockey. "Brave. Very brave," she said. She felt her heart racing. Just hit her. Beat her to a pulp. What was stopping her? Nothing! "I should kick your ass, right here, right now. But you know what? It's not worth it. I know I'm right. Eventually, you and Clyde will be done and over with, and I'll be there to take him. AND I'll have a title belt around my waist on top of it. Then what will you say, huh? Nothing. I'll have everything, and you won't have anything." Except a broken jaw!

Lilly didn't know why she was being so calm about this. Every muscle in her body told her to just rip her apart. But she wouldn't. More than the desire to kick the smartass attitude out of her, she wanted to see everything she had crash and burn. That would be so much more damaging that a bloody nose. And so much more satisfying as well.

Mercy smirked smugly at Lilly's reaction to the slap. Honestly, it had felt quite good. Better than she had ever dreamed of. She had wished that she had done it for herself and not Clyde. Still, Lilly wasn't retaliating. She fully expected to be embroiled in a catfight right about now, but she wasn't. Was the cheerleader afraid? Obviously this girl had more bark than bite. Or she could only handle men who she knew would crumble when they saw her flash her titties.

Mercy lifted up her hand and adjusted her glasses. "Oh, we'll see who the better woman is. And I won't rest until I make sure that YOU know it's ME. You've messed with the wrong girl, fugly. I've been making tramps like you look like the trash they are for a long time." Within the framework of the American Judicial System...

"Game on, bitch." Mercy added flippantly and turned to storm off. She couldn't stand to look at Lilly anymore.

Lilly just stood and watched as Mercy talked back at her before walking away. There wasn't anything left for her to say. Mercy was going to get what was coming to her, and the cheerleader was impatient to see it happen. So impatient, that she was wondering why she was even bothering to let her walk away. Why didn't she just bash her head against the floor? It would have been so satisfying. Not only that, but Clyde would surely come back to her for more, and she wouldn't have minded beating him down again. But she just let her walk away.

Lilly rubbed at the stinging in her cheek. Lilly swore she was going to remember that slap. And when the chance arose, she was going to return it, with interest. Straightening herself up, she made her way back to the showers, intent on getting the disgusting sweat off of her, and finishing what Clyde was unable to finish as well.