Flashback: Two months after Clark and Misty met in Avant's home. Misty leaned against the fence of the fight grounds' entrance, watching as Shayla cooed up to Bronson. "Look at her, shameless," she muttered to Clark, who stood beside her, arms crossed. "Like a cat bumping against a dog," Clark scoffed, shaking his head. "You know she's dropping Donovan's name in there somewhere."
"Donovan couldn't match your strength,'" Misty quoted, rolling her eyes. Clark laughed. "Pathetic. Let's just hope she doesn't trip over her own ego." Misty took a deep breath, plotting. "Oh, I've got an idea. Something fitting for a little display of her own."
Clark raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "What are you cooking up?" Misty smirked. "Just some fun." Misty leaned closer, eyes glittering with mischief.
"Let'
