I'm Your Friend

It didn't take long for Kelly Conway to obtain some contact information, most of it was easy to access once someone pulled up as a guest on Conway's Crib, the last show being quite vivid in Kelly's mind. She was already making more and more plans enough as it was to make up for the disasterous fiasco that got her show taken down by a certain paralegal and stupid shirt with a stupid cowboy on it, made by a stupid punk. The goals were easy, but Kelly needed the 'assistance' of someone to seal the deal on her road to petty revenge.

Kelly whipped out her laptop from inside the pool house she slept in and began texting a certain someone.

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Shauna O'Connor. I have important information regarding you and your career AFW. Please come by the Friction FTraining acility in Tokyo this Sunday at 9 p.m.

- AFW Management

Kelly hit send. The gym was a weird place to meet but she wanted this to sound legit as possible, it was also the only AFW owned location that would be open to employes that late at night. She doubted Shana would be willing to see her so a lie was needed to get the girl in her web to begin Operation: "No Mercy" or Operation: "Punk Is Dead" She couldn't figure out which was cooler or how to combine the two. Whatever.

She drove to the gym at about 7ish at night. And would wait for Shauna in the parking lot. Sitting inside her car with a trenchcoat and fedora. Trying to look as inconspicuous as possible.

Shauna had read the text and really wasn't sure what to make of it. It sounded almost robotic. Even Mercy didn't send messages that plainly. And Mercy certainly wouldn't have made that typo as well. And after thinking about Mercy a bit, Shauna got frustrated. The secretary had set her up for humiliation big time. The worst part was that smile on Mercy's face as Kelly and Taylor mocked her. It was an unfair ambush and something Shauna was not soon going to forget.

But curiousity got the best of her. After all, what was there to lose other than an hour of her day? If it was official business then she'd need to show up anyways. She took the bus to the training facility and entered as instructed. She looked around and didn't see anyone other than the receptionist. The redhead looked at her phone again to make sure this was where she was suppose to be. She sighed and sat down in one of the chairs. It was late on a Sunday and she needed to rest anyway.