Mercy Wiliamsing

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“What are you doing?” Heather Chalmers asks Kelvin Klein, who is sprawled out wearing a pink speedo in the stairway of local hotel. He has one leg over the railing and trying to take a selfie of himself.

“It is the newest meme that is sweeping the nation, babe. It is called Mercy Williamsing.” He smiles while trying to steady himself for the photo. “It is cooler than planking ...or even cat breading.”

“You have got to be kidding me.” Chalmers facepalms to her boyfriend. “What is even the point?”

“I have no idea. She did her first promo on a stairway in a swimsuit for NO REASON and it has caught wild fire all over the internet. I am just keeping up with the trends.” Kellen finall snapped a sexy pic of himself with his index finger in his mouth before finally breaking the pose. “I mean seriously, what self-respecting woman does that?”

“You ask me and other Heather do it all of the time.”

“Yeah, and there is a damn good reason for it.” Kellen grabs his beer that was on the stairway and cracks it up as Heather Chalmers closes the door behind her and takes a seat next to him. He puts his arm around her. “You and I both know that sex sells. You do it because it adds to that party feel I bring everywhere I go. When Mercy does it, she just gives out mixed signals.”

“Kellen, a woman is free to show her sexuality however she wants without judgment,” his co-girlfriend says hoping that he isn't going to say something incredibly offensive about woman or feminism, as he tends to do.

“I agree. Whole heartedly I agree. You and Heather go out there because you choose to. What you aren't doing is showing up in a bikini and then telling everyone how modest you are.” A smirk crosses his face. “It is about being true to yourself. Mercy isn't. The bi..."

“Kellen” Heather says in a tone that sounds more like his mom than one of his girlfriends.

“That young lady plays innocent, but come her first promo ...BAM! ...parading around in swim wear with no reason given other than 'making an impression.'” He chuckles to himself. “The impression she made is that she is an incredibly fake human being. Nobody who is as sexually reserved as she says she is does that. They normally do not know or understand the power their bodies have and if they did, they would be much more uncomfortable than she was. But nope, there she was, promoing up a storm wearing next to nothing.”

“Yes, I guess that is a double standard ...and you are certainly making this equal between the two of you.” Heather looks at him chug his beer in his french swimming attire. Even though he fills out the crotch reason fairly well, that sort of swimwear just never looks good on guys.

“Then she has the nerve to classify me under a stereotype and claim that 'all of frat guys' are full of a male trickery.” Kellen stops to smash the can on his head. “Ever since I joined Pride Wrestling, I have been nothing but completely honest about who I am. If you like me? Cool, you made a good choice. If you don't? I think you have a stick up your butt, but that is your decision. Again, I didn't play shy, and then betray all of that by parading around in next to nothing to get a cheap reaction from the crowd. THAT is what is truly manipulative.”

“Wow,” Heather says with a look of surprise on her face. “Mercy really has you worked up, doesn't she?”

“Yeah, but not in a way that is going to benefit her at all in our match.” Kellen stands up before grabbing another beer out of his six pack, cracking it up, takes a sip, and then places it on Heather's head. Chalmers looks exceedingly angry by this show of disregard (but tries to hold still so she doesn't spill his beer.) “You see, she is in big trouble because of how much of a feminist I just so happen to be. I always give my best, because if you are in Pride, you have potential to be something. But Mercy is going to get a little extra something now that she tried playing the fans for fools. They aren't. They are my douche nation and they are going to cheer as the defeat the fraud in the middle of the ring.”

Kellen takes the beer off of Heather's head and walks up the stairs, picking the wedgie out of his butt.