New Kid In The Gym

Unlike Taylor, Mercy was totally a dog person. Well, she wasn't a dog person, per se, but she was a cute thing person and Little Charlie was the cutest thing EVER! She completely ignored Taylor and squealed when the small dog came up to her. She pet him furiously and just wanted to hold him and squeeze him tightly.

"What!?" She said, pouting as she turned to look at Taylor. The blonde's reaction was absolutely silly and Mercy couldn't help but giggle. "No one's not a dog person! At least when there's a such a cutie like THAT around!" She reached out and grabbed Taylor's hands. "He looks like a stuffed plushie! How can he be scary?! C'mon Taylor. I'll hold him and you can pet him. Or, YOu can hold him and Ican pet him!"

Mercy bent over and looked at Little Charlie. She slapped her hands against her thighs. "C'mere, boy! You're not scary at all, are you!? You're just a cutie that wants some lovin! Dawwwww!" Mercy's baby talk towards the dog was high pitched and bubbly.

Little Charlie rubbed Charlie and Alaina a bit before running back over towards Mercy.

"Uh oh, looks like L.C picked out a sucker. Mercy you're gonna be his new best friend if you keep showering him with attention like that!"

"Yeah, and thats coming from the guy who gave a small dog his own room in an apartment...." Alaina added, playfully elbowing Charlie as the two sat down to eat and to watch what would happen when Mercy brought Little Charlie up to Taylor.

Taylor yanked her hands back from Mercy. "Get the fuck outta here, man! I'm not scared of dogs! It's just, like..." Mercy's high-toned super girlie-girlness made her cringe. She realized that the closest thing she had to a girlie girlfriend was Cassie, who was a born and bred tomboy, despite her adorable, plushie exterior.

"Dude, if some guy came up to me and stuck his nose in my crotch and scratched my legs, I'd have him gagging on his balls! Punt a sex offender, and you're a hero. Punt a dog, and everybody loses their minds. It's a double standard!"

She leaned back against the ropes and folded her arms. "But no, seriously, I'm cool. I'm just not gonna be on all fours letting him slobber all over my face. So Mercy..." was too busy squealing at the dog. Taylor turned her head and helplessly looked around while she weathered the storm of squeaky babytalk.

Mercy was already on her knees, letting Little Charlie lick her while she gave him over exaggerated kisses back. She was all smiles. "Oh, don't listen to big bad Taylor! She knows you're a super cutie!" Mercy said as she picked up the corgi, hugging him and nuzzling him. She smiled at Taylor and began to step towards her. "C'mon, Taylor! Just give him a little pet. He'll love you forever!"

Mercy kissed Little Charlie again. "He's a lot better than the shaggy pup I usually hang around. Wanna trade?' Mercy said, laughing. She was probably serious though.

Little Charlie looked around with his tongue hanging out. He was the center of attention, and this was true Nirvana. He looked at this lady inside some special elevated giant stool with big strings around it. She seemed nervous so Little Charlie closed his mouth and extended his nose out towards her sniffing. He looked up at her and stuck out one of his tiny paws.

Taylor warily eyed the midget dog, with his big ears and stubby legs and evil, evil eyes. She picked up a hand as if thinking about giving him a test pet, and then shook her head.

"Man, I don't want to paint with too broad a brush or anything," she said. "But dogs are the fucking devil. Look at him, already with the sniffing. He's gassing up the sniffer. You can look, but you can't sniff, dog!"

The presence of food made her suddenly remember how hungry she was. She could measure her life in terms of the short little periods of non-hunger in between being hungry and eating. She had the metabolism of a hummingbird, and she almost always traveled with something to eat.

"I'll be right back, I'm starving. Watch out for the cornhole, sister," she said to Mercy, and then rolled out of the ring and disappeared into the locker room.

Mercy tried to give Taylor the same puppy dog eyes that Little Charlie was giving. She pouted her lip but to no avail. Taylor retreated out of the ring and the room in general and left Mercy alone with the cute, cute corgi. She kissed his snout and smiled. "Oh, don't worry about grumpy pants. She thinks you're cute." Mercy said making smooching noises before finally letting Little Charlie down. She hopped on the balls of her feet and then from side to side. Unfortunately, Taylor leaving meant that she was down her training partner for the moment.

She spun around and looked at Alaina. The girl was just a rookie. Mercy could probably beat her. The girl had only trained for a year? Mercy had been doing Zumba for a year and a half! And forget about Yoga and Jazzercize! She'd been toning her buns of steel with every latest exercise fad that came along! She was a lean, mean legal machine! But... she wasn't a wrestler. Mercy sighed.

"So... do YOU know how to get someone into a Samoan Death Pretzel? Mercy asked, Saying the name of some move she thought could end some bitches career. She probably just made it up though.

"Sorry, I can't say I have ever heard of that one." Alaina said as she finished up her sushi.

"The only thing I know like that is the Peruvian Pulverizer." Charlie said with a shrug as he finished his hamburger and cleaned off his hands before bending down to pet Little Charlie, who was running back over.

"Oh... where did Taylor run off to?" Alaina said as she scanned the ring and surrounding area. She wondered if L.C scared her that badly, or if she just had to go to the bathroom...

Mercy frowned at Alaina's words. She really did seem quite useless tot he paralegal. But she lit up when Charlie spoke. "That sounds great! Teach me how to do that one!" She said and batted her eyelashes coyly at the man, ignoring Alaina. She had her charms. Besides, it's not like they were doing it or anything. At least, according to Alaina.

"I was actually kidding... and besides...." Charlie said motioning to his cane and kneebrace.

"I know you are waiting for Taylor, but I'd be glad to step in there with you if you want." Alaina said getting up and looking at Mercy with her arms crossed. "But if you'd rather wait I understand."