Post by Summer McCoy on Jun 3, 2006 12:03:03 GMT -5
Summer McCoy: Hm?
Chelsea York: No, not that one…it’s too tacky.
Summer McCoy: Well, then what about this one?
The scene opens up at a local mall. It‘s filled with numerous stores that would make anyone crazy to buy these products. The store that the beautiful Summer McCoy and Chelsea York were in, was the best store they had. No, not the clothing department, they had tacky clothes, yes. The shoe department. They had the best shoes one could ever see.
Summer McCoy: I like them…how can you not?
Chelsea York: Just look at them. The heels aren’t even, the top is a bit scratched up, and the bottom of the shoe has tacks that won’t possibly come out!
Summer giggled as did Chelsea. Now, you might be wondering who this Summer McCoy or who this Chelsea York is, but we have all the answers for any question. Summer McCoy, a new OTB diva, is one of the most rudest people you will ever lay your eyes on. As for Chelsea, she‘s is almost the same, but at least has some sympathy in her heart. Summer runs into aggression and won‘t stop ramming you in the gut until everything goes her way. A brat, you might say. But, a bitch is more appropriate.
Summer McCoy: I don’t know…those shoes look a bit funny, Chelsea.
Chelsea had lifted up a pair of high heeled shoes that were a funky green color. Summer shook her head in disagreement, swearing she would never wear those shoes in her life.
Chelsea York: Fine then. I’ll be in the clothing department, trying to find you something to wear for your first match this week.
Summer nodded as Chelsea made her way to the door. Summer abruptly noticing what Chelsea said, she then abruptly chased after her, seizing her arm.
Summer McCoy: First match!?!
Chelsea nodded and gave one of those: Mhmm, girl you better know that‘s right, looks. Summer looked at the ground and then towards Chelsea, astonished.
Summer McCoy: But…I wasn’t told this until now. I don’t have enough time! What day is it? What time is it? What’s today’s date? When should I train?
Chelsea brought her index finger to Summer‘s lips. She then placed them over her lips and told her to hush.
Chelsea York: You’ll be fine. He isn’t that much of a hottie, nor that much of one of those macho men that you used to wrestle.
Summer McCoy: I’m fighting a man!? Do you know when was the last time I fought a man!? It was over a year and a half ago! Chelsea!!
Summer stomped her foot, expressing out her anger. She then released Chelsea from holding her arm, and let if drop down to her side.
Summer McCoy: This isn’t fair! I didn’t sign up to fight men, and to lose all my matches. I didn’t sign up to get my ass kicked every week. I didn’t sign up for this shit.
Chelsea sighed as she held Summer‘s hand, handing her a letter. Summer slowly picked it up, as Chelsea walked away into the clothing department.
Summer McCoy: What’s this, Chelsea?
Summer looked up from the letter to where Chelsea was standing. She looked around, not spotting her anywhere near.
Summer McCoy: Chelsea?
She then sighed as she was no where to be found. She slowly walked over to the shoes that she liked the most, and sat down, pushing them all off of the little stool.
Summer McCoy: What…is this?
Summer flipped the letter over, reaching it to the sky. She tried looking through it by using the light, but it was no use. She sighed, not knowing if this letter should remain closed or open.
Summer McCoy: She did give it to me…maybe it should be opened. She never said to keep it closed until she said so.
Summer nodded, making her decision. She then flipped the letter over and ripped it open, placing her finger between the flap and moving it across the edge. She then pulled the flap up and seized the letter, taking it out.
Summer McCoy: I hope this was supposed to be open…
Summer looked as something had floated down onto the floor. She picked it up, and it was a picture. Summer tilted her head to the side, viewing every aspect of it. She sighed as she then placed it next to her place on the stool.
Summer McCoy: Good thing I opened this…I take it that young man is my opponent…wait. He is young. That means I have a chance at beating him!
Summer smiled as she then unrolled the letter. She skimmed it at first, too excited to read it all. But, she then re-read it slowly, aloud.
Summer McCoy: Dear Ms. McCoy, blah blah blah…you have a match…mhmm…against EZ Punk…yep…
Summer giggled to herself, slowly nodding as she then placed the letter down onto the stool. She got off of it and sat down below, near her friends. Well, in this case, her friends were the gorgeous shoes that were next to her.
Summer McCoy: EZ Punk, huh?
Summer giggled, just saying his name. It made her giggle, on why he would choose such a name. IF you say, EZ fast, it becomes easy. She thought this is exactly how her match would be.
Summer McCoy: EZ? Oh, easy. Well, listen here, easy punk. Just as your name states, you will be an easy opponent, not worthy for someone like me.
Summer giggled softly at her insult.
Summer McCoy: Oh, but if you like to wrestle women, you still have Nikki Law. She must be worthy for you. Oh…shucks…she isn’t such a girl, now is she?
Summer giggled, covering her mouth, ladylike. She then slowly got up, grabbing a whole bunch of shoes in her arms.
Summer McCoy: Now, this week, I am going to rip off that little conceited head of yours. I mean, you probably don’t even know my name in that matter.
Summer shook her head, biting her lower lip.
Summer McCoy: Oh, but that’s okay, Mr. Easy Punk. Wait…a second…easy punk? I take it your one of those gothic kids. And you must be easy…in two ways.
Summer erupted into giggles as she then walked over to the cash register. She placed the shoes down and nodded at the woman who seemed to have an attitude today.
Cashier: What would you like here at Macy’s Shoes?
Summer McCoy:…All the shoes that I just placed in front of you, I believe.
Summer rolled her eyes at this woman, as she did the same. Summer then tapped her foot on the ground, the ringing taking forever.
Summer McCoy: Would you like me to do it?
Cashier: Sorry, we don’t hire or listen to blondes.
Summer gasped as she raised her hand in a fist, getting ready to blow her in the head.
Summer McCoy: Excuse?
Summer glared at this woman as she continued ringing the piles and piles of shoes Summer had wanted. Summer then lowered her fist and banged it onto the counter.
Summer McCoy: Listen here…
Summer glanced at this workers tag name, seeing what her name was. She couldn‘t pronounce it too well, so she tried her best.
Summer McCoy:…Latifia. I don’t like this little attitude shit, and you better watch out before I take things in my control. Do you know who I am?
Cashier: A dumb blonde?
Summer McCoy: No! I am Summer McCoy, OTB diva! I deserve my respect from such people…like you. All you people who have to work at these little silly stores just to make money. I actually have a job.
Cashier: This is a job. Just not for you blondes.
Summer groaned as she looked at the ceiling. Latifia had then finished ringing up all the shoes and placed them all in boxes. She handed them to Summer as Summer spotted Chelsea. She ran towards her and handed her all the boxes.
Chelsea York: Uh…hello.
Summer McCoy: That was one mean ass bitch. Where to now?
Summer giggled as Chelsea did too. The two then walked off, the screen beginning to turn black as they turned and headed for another store, possibly to try and find more clothes…or bug more store workers.
Chelsea York: No, not that one…it’s too tacky.
Summer McCoy: Well, then what about this one?
The scene opens up at a local mall. It‘s filled with numerous stores that would make anyone crazy to buy these products. The store that the beautiful Summer McCoy and Chelsea York were in, was the best store they had. No, not the clothing department, they had tacky clothes, yes. The shoe department. They had the best shoes one could ever see.
Summer McCoy: I like them…how can you not?
Chelsea York: Just look at them. The heels aren’t even, the top is a bit scratched up, and the bottom of the shoe has tacks that won’t possibly come out!
Summer giggled as did Chelsea. Now, you might be wondering who this Summer McCoy or who this Chelsea York is, but we have all the answers for any question. Summer McCoy, a new OTB diva, is one of the most rudest people you will ever lay your eyes on. As for Chelsea, she‘s is almost the same, but at least has some sympathy in her heart. Summer runs into aggression and won‘t stop ramming you in the gut until everything goes her way. A brat, you might say. But, a bitch is more appropriate.
Summer McCoy: I don’t know…those shoes look a bit funny, Chelsea.
Chelsea had lifted up a pair of high heeled shoes that were a funky green color. Summer shook her head in disagreement, swearing she would never wear those shoes in her life.
Chelsea York: Fine then. I’ll be in the clothing department, trying to find you something to wear for your first match this week.
Summer nodded as Chelsea made her way to the door. Summer abruptly noticing what Chelsea said, she then abruptly chased after her, seizing her arm.
Summer McCoy: First match!?!
Chelsea nodded and gave one of those: Mhmm, girl you better know that‘s right, looks. Summer looked at the ground and then towards Chelsea, astonished.
Summer McCoy: But…I wasn’t told this until now. I don’t have enough time! What day is it? What time is it? What’s today’s date? When should I train?
Chelsea brought her index finger to Summer‘s lips. She then placed them over her lips and told her to hush.
Chelsea York: You’ll be fine. He isn’t that much of a hottie, nor that much of one of those macho men that you used to wrestle.
Summer McCoy: I’m fighting a man!? Do you know when was the last time I fought a man!? It was over a year and a half ago! Chelsea!!
Summer stomped her foot, expressing out her anger. She then released Chelsea from holding her arm, and let if drop down to her side.
Summer McCoy: This isn’t fair! I didn’t sign up to fight men, and to lose all my matches. I didn’t sign up to get my ass kicked every week. I didn’t sign up for this shit.
Chelsea sighed as she held Summer‘s hand, handing her a letter. Summer slowly picked it up, as Chelsea walked away into the clothing department.
Summer McCoy: What’s this, Chelsea?
Summer looked up from the letter to where Chelsea was standing. She looked around, not spotting her anywhere near.
Summer McCoy: Chelsea?
She then sighed as she was no where to be found. She slowly walked over to the shoes that she liked the most, and sat down, pushing them all off of the little stool.
Summer McCoy: What…is this?
Summer flipped the letter over, reaching it to the sky. She tried looking through it by using the light, but it was no use. She sighed, not knowing if this letter should remain closed or open.
Summer McCoy: She did give it to me…maybe it should be opened. She never said to keep it closed until she said so.
Summer nodded, making her decision. She then flipped the letter over and ripped it open, placing her finger between the flap and moving it across the edge. She then pulled the flap up and seized the letter, taking it out.
Summer McCoy: I hope this was supposed to be open…
Summer looked as something had floated down onto the floor. She picked it up, and it was a picture. Summer tilted her head to the side, viewing every aspect of it. She sighed as she then placed it next to her place on the stool.
Summer McCoy: Good thing I opened this…I take it that young man is my opponent…wait. He is young. That means I have a chance at beating him!
Summer smiled as she then unrolled the letter. She skimmed it at first, too excited to read it all. But, she then re-read it slowly, aloud.
Summer McCoy: Dear Ms. McCoy, blah blah blah…you have a match…mhmm…against EZ Punk…yep…
Summer giggled to herself, slowly nodding as she then placed the letter down onto the stool. She got off of it and sat down below, near her friends. Well, in this case, her friends were the gorgeous shoes that were next to her.
Summer McCoy: EZ Punk, huh?
Summer giggled, just saying his name. It made her giggle, on why he would choose such a name. IF you say, EZ fast, it becomes easy. She thought this is exactly how her match would be.
Summer McCoy: EZ? Oh, easy. Well, listen here, easy punk. Just as your name states, you will be an easy opponent, not worthy for someone like me.
Summer giggled softly at her insult.
Summer McCoy: Oh, but if you like to wrestle women, you still have Nikki Law. She must be worthy for you. Oh…shucks…she isn’t such a girl, now is she?
Summer giggled, covering her mouth, ladylike. She then slowly got up, grabbing a whole bunch of shoes in her arms.
Summer McCoy: Now, this week, I am going to rip off that little conceited head of yours. I mean, you probably don’t even know my name in that matter.
Summer shook her head, biting her lower lip.
Summer McCoy: Oh, but that’s okay, Mr. Easy Punk. Wait…a second…easy punk? I take it your one of those gothic kids. And you must be easy…in two ways.
Summer erupted into giggles as she then walked over to the cash register. She placed the shoes down and nodded at the woman who seemed to have an attitude today.
Cashier: What would you like here at Macy’s Shoes?
Summer McCoy:…All the shoes that I just placed in front of you, I believe.
Summer rolled her eyes at this woman, as she did the same. Summer then tapped her foot on the ground, the ringing taking forever.
Summer McCoy: Would you like me to do it?
Cashier: Sorry, we don’t hire or listen to blondes.
Summer gasped as she raised her hand in a fist, getting ready to blow her in the head.
Summer McCoy: Excuse?
Summer glared at this woman as she continued ringing the piles and piles of shoes Summer had wanted. Summer then lowered her fist and banged it onto the counter.
Summer McCoy: Listen here…
Summer glanced at this workers tag name, seeing what her name was. She couldn‘t pronounce it too well, so she tried her best.
Summer McCoy:…Latifia. I don’t like this little attitude shit, and you better watch out before I take things in my control. Do you know who I am?
Cashier: A dumb blonde?
Summer McCoy: No! I am Summer McCoy, OTB diva! I deserve my respect from such people…like you. All you people who have to work at these little silly stores just to make money. I actually have a job.
Cashier: This is a job. Just not for you blondes.
Summer groaned as she looked at the ceiling. Latifia had then finished ringing up all the shoes and placed them all in boxes. She handed them to Summer as Summer spotted Chelsea. She ran towards her and handed her all the boxes.
Chelsea York: Uh…hello.
Summer McCoy: That was one mean ass bitch. Where to now?
Summer giggled as Chelsea did too. The two then walked off, the screen beginning to turn black as they turned and headed for another store, possibly to try and find more clothes…or bug more store workers.
