Conway's Crib! Feat: Shuana O'Connor!

Taylor watched with raised eyebrows and half a smile while Shauna seemed to stumble over her own rage. She could understand, really. She was probably really embarrassed. Her position was a good argument against kissing random people. It was pretty much why Taylor stopped once she came to Japan.

"Dude, just sit down. Chill out," Taylor said, and patted the couch next to her. Once she was sitting again, Taylor nudged her shoulder. "I have a peace offering for you."

She leaned to the side to reach for her back pocket, and then held the thing up in front of her. "Now I know it can be, like, overwhelming here with all sorts of hot Tension guys everywhere, trying to figure out who you can bone without getting beat up or anything, but let me point you in the right direction." She unfurled a faded, vintage-looking brown t-shirt with a snap of her wrists. On the front, it had a cartoon drawing in the crude, off-beat style that Taylor had established for herself of a small man in a cowboy hat winking, with the words "RIDE ME, COWBOY".

She leaned around to the side to look at the shirt, and then at Shauna with a hopeful grin. After a moment, she clarified. "Oh, this is Clyde Gastin. You might not have seen him, he's only like, this big," she held up her hand a little above waist-high. "He's single and always ready to mingle. This might be a little tight in the chest, though..." She held it up to Shauna and hoped she'd be able to get it over her ridiculously huge boobs.

"Do you like it? This way Clyde can spot his options from a mile away, and you can stay out of trouble and join the army of fan-girls who just want some of that sweet, Texas mojo. Nothing's small in Texas!" She said, and then added "Except Clyde Gastin."

Mercy watched as Kelly somehow managed to get Shauna back onto the stage. She sighed in relief and watched as everything seemed to normalize. Shauna was back on the couch and Taylor still seemed cool. She was a little upset that there wasn't any drama, but at least Taylor and Shauna were going to work things out and everyone would be happy. Mercy was such a humanitarian.

Mercy tilted her head, smiling gently as she watched Taylor even offer an olive branch to Shauna. It was very big of her and Mercy knew she wouldn't be able to do something like that.

But her expression quickly changed to confusion as she saw the shirt. It didn't really make any sense. What the hell was Taylor talking about? Until... "Oh, this is Clyde Gastin. You might not have seen him, he's only like, this big," Mercy's mouth dropped. "What. The. Fuck?!" Mercy puffed her cheeks out indignantly even as they began to turn a deep shade of red. What was Taylor doing!? She wasn't making up with Shauna!? She was... She was...

Mercy balled her fists and marched onto the set. She had a deep glare on her face and bored holes into Taylor as she stomped into view of the camera. Even though she was staring down Taylor, she stopped in front of Shauna. "Gimme that!" She barked and yanked the shirt away and pulled it up so she could inspect it close. Quickly she pulled it down and hugged it to her chest. Her eyes were dead set on Shauna.

"No! You listen to me!" She barked. She pointed one finger at Taylor. "Don't listen to her. You don't want anything to do with this... this... rrrrrgh!" The vein pulsing in her forehead looked like it might pop and that would be the end of the paralegal. So many things had gone wrong since she had come to Japan. And then... things were finally starting to go right until... there was only one thing in her life that seemed to constantly be making it miserable. Clyde Gastin. The more she was around him the more that bad things happened. Now Taylor was waving her shame around like a flag. She was probably going to get beaten and raped by a psychopath cheerleader and now she had to beat this Irish slut off with a stick?! "No...." She growled, scrunching the T-shirt in her hands.

Her hand reacted without thinking and she lashed out a hard slap across Shauna's face. "You stay away from him!" She screeched like a banshee, only just beginning to realize that all this was happening on live television. She was panting as she was starting to already come down from her quickly escalating adrenaline rush. The embarrassment, the shame. All of it coming to a head at once was too much for her. Plus, she was still angry and there was only one person she could really direct that rage at. She snapped her head towards Kelly. "We're done! I'm shutting down Conway's Crib.... PERMANENTLY!"

Kelly pleasant grin shifted to a more pleading, 'desperate con-artist in trouble' kind of troubled smile as Shauna shook her head. Mercy was Rally's lapdog and she PROBABLY could get her taken off AFW airwaves. Failure was not an option. But thankfully Shauna did turn around and headed back to her seat. Kelly did a brief fist pump and dashed back to her desk while the girls talked again.

Sliding into her chair, Kelly was perky for a moment before her shoulders slumped. Taylor having a peace offering for Shauna!? What kind of TV material is that!? Kelly began to pout, she had so much material to use and yet Taylor was gonna muck it up by being Ms. Nice-Nice, fuck that. You can't sell peace.

Kelly propted her elbow on the desk and rested her cheek against her hand, thinking about how she could ruin this gay little "Let's be friends" thing but didn't know at all how to make these two fight. This could probably be the one Conway's Crib that was a total freaking disaster.

But when Taylor unfolded this... Thing... and showed it Shuana, Kelly's head perked up and her eyes squinted to get a good look at the little cartoon man on the shirt that said... 'Ride me Cowboy?' The fuck? Soon enough, Taylor revealed that the tiny cartoon man was in fact the one tiny cowboy she knew in AFW and Kelly's eyes shot wide.

"PBBBBBBBBBBBBTTTTTTT!!" She cracked up instantly in surprise, some spit flying from her lips until she covered her mouth with a huge smile. It was funny to Kelly because it was like Taylor was trying to move Shauna away from Prime Rib and instead try Chop Liver. Kelly's smile only grew as Taylor ended her 'advertisement' with the short joke. she now grinning ear to ear but it only got better when Mercy... Mercy Wrenn of all people stomped her way onto the set all huffy puffy in front of Taylor. Kelly stopped being jolly and hunched over her desk to see what was up. Now why exactly was Mercy upset... Unless... Oh... No way, that would just be too rich.

But it was EXACTLY what it looked like! Kelly watched as Mercy glared knives at Taylor and snatched the shirt away, hugged away, started yelling to Taylor and Shauna before suddenly slapping the latter girl right across the face. "OOOHHH!" Gasped both the crowd and even Kelly, who covered her mouth with her fist as she took in the whole dramatic scene with absolute giddy glee. NOW THIS WAS WHAT SHE WAS LOOKING FOR.

A hard, mean slap and then... a warning to Shauna to stay away from the tiny texan? "PFFFFF-BWHAHAHAHA-OHMAHGAH! HAHA-*snort-snort*-HAHA! Kelly laughed and laughed from behind her desk, leaning back on her chair while clutching her stomach as she cackled happily like she was told the best joke ever. Not only had the show suddenly taken a really good turn but this bitch was getting all worked up over the lamest scrub ever. Kelly felt almost no need to get even with Mercy for all the attitude she gave her before, clearly her life was already quite sad.

Kelly's mouth and stomach hurt, she couldn't breathe. The happy moment ended quite abruptly however when Mercy suddenly declared that the show was done and she was shutting down Conway's Crib... Permanently.

Kelly stopped laughing, she sat up and looked at Mercy with wide eyes as she heard that word that replayed in her head on repeat and slow-mo. It wouldn't take long for Kelly to register all this and her expression turned into a dead serious hateful glare.

"WHAT!?" She snapped. Leaping over her desk and dashing quickly towards Mercy and reaching for the Paralegals collar and trying to yank her forth, looking her in the eyes with a deep scowl while holding up her fist threateningly.

"You better be fucking joking about that, pinky! Don't think I won't PERMANENTLY rearrange your fucking face if you do such a thing!" Kelly growled to Mercy, practically mashing her forehead against the girl as she held her quivering fist up in front of her. Kelly sure as hell wasn't going to let this bitch cancel her show because of Taylor's shirt and Mercy's dumbass choice in men.

Mercy could barely get out a yelp as Kelly heaved herself over the desk and grabbed her by the shirt collar. She was hauled up to her tip toes and forced right into the blonde girl's face as their foreheads pressed tightly together. Normally this was a position that Mercy wouldn't be very comfortable with but she had all the cards. All the power.

She stared back hatefully at Kelly and clenched her fists. "Let go of me, bimbo." She growled back, pressing back with her forehead. "I have the authority to shut down this Ricki Lake rip-off and I'll do it! If you want to swing that fist at me, then I'll shut down the rest of your pathetic career as well! And since you'll be out on the street, I'll make sure to give you a real nice place to live. Three squares a day and all bitch sex your man-lady lover sees fit to give when I have you arrested for assault!"

Mercy narrowed her eyes, right now her world was Kelly and she was just daring the blonde to give her an excuse to take out all her anger and frustration on the irate girl. "Go on, blondie... test me..."

Shauna felt like tuning everything out would probably be the best solution. Just stay calm and only talk when everyone else was shut up. She couldn't tell if Taylor was psycho-calm or actually calm. And she wasn't taking any risks. But she certainly wasn't going to just let Taylor say bad things about her. But this whole peace offering sounded stupid. It had to be stupid. The redhead turned her head to look at the gift. A t-shirt? What on earth... Then she unfolded it and Shauna froze. The picture of the cowboy was uniquely suppose to be Clyde. "Oh my god..."

Her hand came up to her mouth. Taylor couldn't have known about the two of them, could she? But she had to. She knew god damn well too. Shauna figured she wanted to make her look like the biggest slut in the world. After all, she kissed her husband. Why wouldn't she want to destroy Shauna's reputation? She bit her lip and her right hand trembled. Shauna was right after all. Taylor had been actually calm. She was just a psycho about it. Only the fact that they were on live television kept the redhead from lashing out at the woman sitting right next to her. That may had been all she needed to cool off too. Taylor probably wanted a reaction from her. Hell, they all did. This was all just for ratings and popularity and stuff. She had to be calm. Shauna took a deep breath as Mercy stomped out. To her surprise, Mercy ripped the shirt away and yelled about not listening to Taylor.

That was nice. Mercy was extremely serious about it too. Maybe Mercy was actually defending her. Then the paralegal slapped her. And it stunned her. "What the fuck?" Shauna asked out loud in shock. That didn't just happen. That couldn't have just happened. The redhead rubbed her cheek. It DID happen. Why did Mercy slap her? Stay away from him? She knew too? Did everyone know about the night Clyde and Shauna spent together? Did news really spread that quickly? And so what if they did spend time together? Clyde was a nice guy. Where did Mercy get off telling her to do all of these things?

But those were all questions she could answer later. For now there was a pressing matter. Mercy slapped her. And that just wouldn't do. Words were just words. But a slap was a slap. "What the FUCK?" Shauna screamed as she jumped to her feet. With a full head of steam she charged towards both Mercy and Kelly, intending to tackle them both through and over the desk if need be. Someone was going to pay.

Kelly's glaring eyes narrowed hateful towards Mercy daring to call her a bimbo and the show a ripoff of another show Kelly never even heard about! Just the sheer fact that Mercy claimed to have the power the shut down both the show and her career made Kelly's eyes go wide, gritting her teeth tightly as she shook with fuming anger that she tried to contain. She wasn't sure if Mercy was bluffing or telling the trust, all she knew was that Mercy was DARING her to strike so she could bring her down!

Kelly just continued to scowl. "Why...You... UGHHH!! I didn't even do anythiiiiing!!!" Kelly whined angrily with a stomp of her foot. Why was she losing her show because of some stupid shirt with her stupid boyfriend that was given to this stupid redhead by this stupid has-been!!

Then came a scream, and Kelly turned to see Shauna, a girl who was bigger and more toned than herself, charging towards her and Mercy. "Oh shit!" Kelly cried out, not having any time to release Mercy as the Celt rammed into them, sending Kelly's lower-back into the desk that would topple over and send Kelly falling over onto the top of her shoulders as it teetered over, legs up in the air after the tackle.

Mercy's scowl turned into a smirk as the blonde was left blubbering uselessly. She brought one hand up and gripped one of Kelly's hands that held onto her collar. She was so engrossed in her power trip over Kelly that when the blonde turned her head, Mercy scowled once more. She had not heard Shauna and did not know that the furious Celt was zipping towards them.

"Don't you look away from me when I'm t-"

That was all she managed to say when she felt the hard impact of Shauna slamming into both of them. Mercy shrieked as she and Kelly were slammed into the desk and flipped over it in a tangle of arms and legs. She groaned when she landed, not sure who was on top of her and who was underneath her. Or where she was in the pile they had formed. All she knew was that she needed to escape before things got even uglier.

The realization that she was stuck in an exploding powder keg was sudden. She gripped the shirt she had been holding onto tightly against her while she tried to yank her free arm up to protect her face. No doubt in a scrum like this, these dirty bitches wouldn't be halted by the threat of legal action.

Taylor's smile faded. Shauna didn't seem to like the shirt. And then Mercy showed up, and she really didn't seem to like the shirt. Kelly... who cares about her.

And then came AFW's signature variety of sudden chaos, and Taylor groaned inwardly. She leaned forward with her elbows on her knees and buried her face in her hands. She had tried to hard not to just come in and start a fight, and she'd done so well! But it seemed like the AFW world was determined enough to throw her into fights that if she didn't start one, they'd do it for her.

She sighed. Well, Shauna and Kelly could kill each other if they wanted, but Mercy wasn't a fighter, and she was supposed to be Taylor's friend. Taylor would hold up her end of the deal even if Mercy had been a colossal cunt.

She got up and looped around to the edge of the girl-pile, and reached down to grab Mercy's upper arm to drag her out of danger.

"Someday we'll all look back and laugh at this, but seriously, you guys need to chill the fuck out."

Mercy felt something tug on her arm and she screeched. "No!" She yelled as she knew that she was about to be dragged off to her own special beating. That was the only thing she could think of. That and hold onto the shirt for dear life! But who else was left that wasn't already in the melee?

As she looked through the haze of pink tresses that obscured her vision, she saw Taylor. Her face blanched. All the things she had said and done. The evil way she glared at Taylor. The girl was finally just going to haul off and beat the snot of her on live television.

But that didn't come. And Taylor just pulled her out of the fire. She looked up at Taylor dumbfounded. Her cheeks were red. Taylor had every right to beat her face in even if Mercy was looking out for her. But Mercy felt betrayed too. What Taylor did with the shirt? It was more than just pie in the face. She'd been disgraced and humiliated to the fullest extent possible. She looked back at the Melee. She wouldn't have survived it. She looked back at Taylor. She wouldn't survive THAT either. She just needed to go. She just needed to be away from all these psychopaths!

Still, she felt she owed Taylor a thank you for saving her life. Her mouth opened and she tried to speak as their eyes met. her own Aqua colored eyes flashed between bitterness and sincere remorse. Finally she decided, as she looked at Taylor with apologetic eyes that what she needed was just a quick thank you. That was it. It said everything. And once that was over they'd be... even? Mercy wasn't sure about that. When she was finally able to speak, she did not say thank you. What came out of her mouth was:

"I'm keeping the shirt."

It was a soft, yet defiant mumble and when she realized that it was NOT a thank you, she shut her mouth quickly, bowed her head and brushed past Taylor. Her mouth was not cooperating with her today, it seemed and she'd been spared one beating. It was time to cut and run and as she distanced herself from the studio she quickened her pace and didn't look back.

Kelly kicked and flailed as she hung almost upside down, trying to shove away the bitches she was piled against and feel around for her entropy title that fell over with the desk that Shauna tipped over when she tackled Kelly and Mercy, whom Kelly would see out the corner of her eye being helped out of the fray by Taylor. "Of course!" Taylor and Mercy were no doubt in cahoots to sabotage her show and put the kabosh on it.

She threw a random hammer fist at Shauna's arm and tried to shove her away to hopefully get back up. Kelly was fuming and quite worried that Mercy would be a bitch and take down the show. If the shirt was the problem then Kelly would simply destroy it. But before she even got to her feet, Mercy was already bolting with the shirt! Away to tell Aurelia who knows what!

"H-Hey! Heyyy!! Come back you fucking cum dumpster! What about my show!?!?" Kelly whined as she sat up, snatching her belt and staggering away from Shauna and Taylor, standing to point a finger at the latter.

"This is all YOUR fault! You and that stupid shirt! You knew Wrenn would react like that! How dare you ruin and hijack my show that is now on the verge of cancellation thanks to you! As the Entropy Champion I Demand your respect, Parker!!" Kelly would shout with a stomp on the stage, glaring hateful at Taylor before looking to Shauna.

"AND YOU! Why the fuck did you tackle me!? I didn't even fucking slap you! Why is everyone targeting me!!?!?" Kelly whined to Shauna before looking to the cameras with a pleading face, trying to milk sympathy from the crowd and viewers to show that she was just a victim caught up in the drama!