New Kid In The Gym

Mercy frowned visibly at Alaina. She sighed audibly. "Can YOU do that.. Peruvian... death thingy?!" She said, motioning at Charlie while she stared at Alaina. "I don't need to learn how to do squats, I need to learn how to quickly mangle someone! Isn't there some kind of wrestling version of the Vulcan nerve pinch or something?!" She said with exasperation.

Taylor emerged from the locker room with her unzipped gym bag over her shoulder, rummaging through it for containers of food. She pulled out a bag of assorted nuts and seeds and oats, mixed together with a pinch of salt and a dash of honey and just a little wasabi powder.

"Okay, so not that you're not face first in someone's dog," she said to Mercy while she opened the bag. "What did you actually want to do? I can help get you in shape pretty fast, as long as you don't puss out on me."

Mercy was getting a little annoyed at not being able to communicate things properly. She WAS in shape! Weren't any of them looking at her tush!? it was AWESOME! And not just because she was wearing yoga pants, either! Mercy sighed and blew a pink lock out of her face. "Taylor, I need you to show me how to do an awesome move. Something that would just let me take someone out. You know, like how you do! I need to be able to just... like, really kick someone's ass!"

Mercy was hopping back and forth on the balls of her feet excitedly. She threw a knee into the air. "What is the most awesomest, ass kicking move you can show me!? That's what I need!" Mercy's cheeks puffed cutely and she blushed deeply. She didn't want to admit WHY she needed to suddenly be a merciless killer. Why couldn't Taylor just shut up and teach her to rule ass!?

Charlie began to move over to where Taylor and Mercy were talking while Alaina played with L.C for a little bit.

"Hey Taylor, I'm really sorry that the big guy over there rubbed you the wrong way." Charlie said earnestly. "Believe it or not there was a method to my madness. I figured you were just as genuine as you came across, but in the event that you weren't and had really put your boots to a rookie to humiliate her I brought L.C as a sort of surprise 'pick me up' if she had needed it."

Charlie's expression lightened up slightly as he turned towards Mercy. "However, if you do need a hell hound to guard against Taylor we will loan you L.C for the day. So there's one scenario covered where you know a death move."

Taylor ate a handful of nuts and seeds out of the bag and dropped it in the corner under the turnbuckles, and then screwed up her eyebrows at her little pink-haired friend. "What the hell are you talking about? You literally couldn't hurt a fly. Why would you ever need to..."

Hm. She had a hunch about Mercy's sudden interest in what everyone in the company but her did, but she decided it was probably best to keep a lid on it. She nodded. "Okay, sure, but how about we start with something you can do. I have a few favorites, but I don't think you're quite ready for them."

She brushed off her hands and bounced in place while she listened to Charlie. "Oh, no, I've totally beat the shit out of rookies. Two in a row, now. I don't know what the hell is up, but maybe AFW is trying to make up for giving me a freaking yeti before that." She grinned, and glanced at Mercy. "But that was all in the ring, so don't worry. I wouldn't just go after your girl for no reason."

She moved out to the center of the ring and stood in front of Mercy. She didn't spend much time around people who were so... harmless. Mercy was little and skinny and girlie and a little awkward, clueless about fighting, and it made Taylor feel huge and powerful. Almost uncomfortably so. She felt like Mercy was a baby bird and she had to be careful not to crush her.

"Okay, so, one thing I like to do sometimes is imagine a kind of opponent, and then think through what I can do to beat 'em. So who are we fighting? What kind of dickhead wants a piece of you?"

"Eh, uh?" Mercy muttered, blinking at Charlie. "Why would I need a Hellhound to guard against Taylor? We're pals." She said. She needed one for other people but she couldn't even do that now. Now she had to beat the girl in an actual match!

Mercy puffed out her cheeks again at Taylor's words. She could TOTALLY hurt a fly! Why did Taylor have to emphasize how weak she was!? She wasn't THAT helpless!

Mercy's face was red as she stood in front of Taylor. By the time that Taylor was finished and asking her who she wanted to beat, Mercy exploded. "LILLY!" She barked. "It's that stupid, STUPID cheerleader, ok!?" Mercy looked like a venting geyser. She raised her fists and grabbed Taylor's collar. Her body was shaking and she looked Taylor in the eyes.


"She kept following me around! She wouldn't leave me alone and she goaded me into a match! And... I HAVE to win!" Mercy pulled her hands away and curled her arms against her body. She was still shivering but she looked Taylor in the eyes seriously. "I HAVE to beat her, Taylor." Mercy said. "Please... help me?" Her eyes faltered and once again resembled Little Charlie's cute puppy eyes as she pleaded to the bigger veteran.

Taylor was right about Lilly, but it probably didn't take a genius to figure out that the cheerleader was on Mercy's mind. She wondered if there was more to it than what she'd seen on TV.

"Okay," she said, and put a hand on her hip. "But Mercy, wouldn't it be way easier if I just handled her for you? I could go make her an offer, ya know. She wouldn't bother you anymore. And fighting isn't like riding a bike, ya know, it's not like you just figure out the trick and then you can fight. Of course, Lilly isn't exactly top shelf..." She cocked her hips and put one hand pensively to her chin. The easiest thing to do would just be to find Lilly and persuade her to fuck off, for sure.

Mercy crossed her arms. "It would be MUCH wiser." She said, almost indignantly to Taylor. "So would be throwing her skanky ass in jail or getting her fired. But I've already TRIED that before and it obviously hasn't worked!"

Mercy inhaled and sighed deeply. "Ok, so.. I know I'm not as tough as you or... most of the girls in this league! I'm not stupid." Mercy lifted her head. "But if there's anyone I CAN beat, it's HER! She's pathetic! She sucks! and even I could kick her ass!" Mercy puffed out another breath of air and lifted up her finger and wagged it at Taylor. "She's been fucking with my life and she's been fucking with my man! This is something I have to do on my own!"

Mercy's arm dropped to her side and she lowered her head. "Except..." She said in a soft tone. "I need your help. There's no one else I can turn to and, even if I could, you're the best around." Mercy said. Mercy lifted her head. "I-I'm limber! That's got to count for something! I mean... it's not like I have fat, ugly boobs weighing me down! I'm aerodynamic!" Mercy said, trying to plead her case.

Taylor nodded grimly. One way or another, she had a point... Even if it wasn't Lilly, it could just as well be someone else. Mercy should at least be able to defend herself...

He couldn't help but grin by the end. "A'right. Us aerodynamic, small-boobed, New York chicks gotta help each other out. So how much time do we have? And... I'll help you out, but..." She held up one finger. "You have to do what I tell you," two fingers, "and you can't quit. No matter what. Deal? I mean shit, if you can successfully date Clyde Gastin you can do anything."

"I'm the one making the match, I think I placated her enough so I could buy us some time. Now that she has me, We'll see how it goes." She then grinned at Taylor. "I'll do it! Mercy Wrenn doesn't quit!" She said, pumping her fist. "You're talking to the girl who made it through fifteen days of p90x!" mercy's knees felt weak. Those were the most horrible days of her life. But she felt like she was some gross muscle monster while she was doing it. Which was kind of awesome. She then turned her head. "Well..." She rubbed the back of her neck. She couldn't exactly defend that. "Sometimes he's not completely terrible." Mercy said blushing.