Post by Summer McCoy on Jun 3, 2006 18:51:13 GMT -5
Summer McCoy: So this kid is EZ Punk? I can guess what EZ stands for already. Well, who does this kid think he is? Some little punk rocker that can come into a federation and try to fight? He belongs in one of those bands.
Summer giggled as the scene opened up. She was sitting in a damp room that smelt of rotten eggs. The smell didn‘t bother her, nor the camera man, but that wasn‘t the point of this. Summer was the type of diva who wasn‘t scared of bugs, or snakes. She actually enjoyed those over barbies and dressing up as a little girl. She rather play in the dirt and get dirty with her opponents then be in a little play with animals that speak with her.
Summer McCoy: EZ, you don’t belong here. Even if you have that little IB Violent person on your side. I don’t have anyone on my side, but I could still take you both down. Hell, how about we do that match? I wouldn’t mind. IB and EZ verses the ever so great Summer McCoy. Shit, you want it? Come get it.
Summer giggled, this being a joke. She knew she would and could take both, IB and EZ down. But, at once? Maybe…well…in this case, yes. She knew that she could take them down. She was more than positive.
Summer McCoy: So, this upcoming Vendetta, you will lose. You will be so ashamed that you will never ever step in a ring with a diva again. Hell, you won’t stand in the same room with a girl ever again. But, I wouldn’t blame you.
Summer nodded, smirking. This smirk usually meant she was trying to scare someone, or trying to make them forfeit their match before it could even happen. She was about to speak again, until her cell phone went off. She sighed as she then grasped her phone, bringing it up to her ear.
Summer McCoy: Hello?
Chelsea York: Yellow.
Summer McCoy: What’s up, Chels?
Chelsea York: Nothing, what’s up with you?
Summer sighed.
Summer McCoy: Oh nothing. I guess I’m a bit stressed over my match this week against EZ Punk, but I know I can beat him. I know for sure.
Chelsea York: Well, I have faith in you and so do all of your fans. We know you can win, Summer, so don’t think otherwise, alright?
Summer nodded, as if Chelsea could see her. Chelsea knew that Summer was nodding though, she could just tell by the atmosphere.
Summer McCoy: Yeah. It’ll be an easy victory for me this week…right? I mean, I have fought stronger men than him. He’s puny compared to them.
Chelsea York: Your right!
Summer McCoy: Aren’t I always?
Chelsea and Summer giggled as Summer stood up. She held the phone on her shoulder, pressing it against her ear. She walked over to her kitchen and grabbed out a wine bottle, ripping off the top by her hands.
Chelsea York: So, what about your love life? What’s going on with that?
Summer giggled as did Chelsea. Summer walked over to her couch and sat down, kneeling onto it softly.
Summer McCoy: Um…nothing. Nope. I haven’t had a boyfriend for a couple of months now, and it is so annoying and depressing. I need a man in my life soon. What about you?
Chelsea York: I understand…but I have a man. His name is David. He is just the friendly man ever! He gets me whatever I want when I want it!
Summer McCoy: Would you like to make me feel more jealous?
Chelsea giggled, as Summer took a sip from her wine bottle.
Chelsea York: Ack, sorry, Summer.
Summer McCoy: That’s alright, I suppose.
Summer nodded as Chelsea kept on going.
Summer McCoy: Well, Chelsea…that’s nice to know…but I don’t really care. I have to go now…I have some business to do, and it isn’t pretty.
Chelsea York: You are one cold girl.
Summer McCoy: Hm…then I should rename myself: Winter McCoy.
The two girls giggled as they said their goodbyes. Summer nodded as she then hung up the phone. She placed it down onto the table beside her, and grabbed the wine bottle, drinking some more of it.
Summer McCoy: Hm…now what to do…
Summer sighed as she got up and walked into her room. She dropped the bottle onto the table and placed on her high heeled boots. She patted her skirt and then nodded, agreeing with her looks in her mirror.
Summer McCoy: Hot…
Summer nodded as she walked out of her room and over to her door to leave. She stopped herself and then grabbed her car keys that were beside her on the table.
Summer McCoy: Shopping!
Summer nodded as she then grabbed the doorknob and opened it. She walked out and went into her elevator, blowing a kiss before the doors closing.
Summer McCoy: EZ Punk, this match will not be so easy on your behalf.
Summer giggled as she covered her mouth with her hand.
Summer McCoy: Bye…Muah!
Summer then blew another kiss with her hand as the elevator began to go down, the noise being heard as the camera then shut off.
Summer giggled as the scene opened up. She was sitting in a damp room that smelt of rotten eggs. The smell didn‘t bother her, nor the camera man, but that wasn‘t the point of this. Summer was the type of diva who wasn‘t scared of bugs, or snakes. She actually enjoyed those over barbies and dressing up as a little girl. She rather play in the dirt and get dirty with her opponents then be in a little play with animals that speak with her.
Summer McCoy: EZ, you don’t belong here. Even if you have that little IB Violent person on your side. I don’t have anyone on my side, but I could still take you both down. Hell, how about we do that match? I wouldn’t mind. IB and EZ verses the ever so great Summer McCoy. Shit, you want it? Come get it.
Summer giggled, this being a joke. She knew she would and could take both, IB and EZ down. But, at once? Maybe…well…in this case, yes. She knew that she could take them down. She was more than positive.
Summer McCoy: So, this upcoming Vendetta, you will lose. You will be so ashamed that you will never ever step in a ring with a diva again. Hell, you won’t stand in the same room with a girl ever again. But, I wouldn’t blame you.
Summer nodded, smirking. This smirk usually meant she was trying to scare someone, or trying to make them forfeit their match before it could even happen. She was about to speak again, until her cell phone went off. She sighed as she then grasped her phone, bringing it up to her ear.
Summer McCoy: Hello?
Chelsea York: Yellow.
Summer McCoy: What’s up, Chels?
Chelsea York: Nothing, what’s up with you?
Summer sighed.
Summer McCoy: Oh nothing. I guess I’m a bit stressed over my match this week against EZ Punk, but I know I can beat him. I know for sure.
Chelsea York: Well, I have faith in you and so do all of your fans. We know you can win, Summer, so don’t think otherwise, alright?
Summer nodded, as if Chelsea could see her. Chelsea knew that Summer was nodding though, she could just tell by the atmosphere.
Summer McCoy: Yeah. It’ll be an easy victory for me this week…right? I mean, I have fought stronger men than him. He’s puny compared to them.
Chelsea York: Your right!
Summer McCoy: Aren’t I always?
Chelsea and Summer giggled as Summer stood up. She held the phone on her shoulder, pressing it against her ear. She walked over to her kitchen and grabbed out a wine bottle, ripping off the top by her hands.
Chelsea York: So, what about your love life? What’s going on with that?
Summer giggled as did Chelsea. Summer walked over to her couch and sat down, kneeling onto it softly.
Summer McCoy: Um…nothing. Nope. I haven’t had a boyfriend for a couple of months now, and it is so annoying and depressing. I need a man in my life soon. What about you?
Chelsea York: I understand…but I have a man. His name is David. He is just the friendly man ever! He gets me whatever I want when I want it!
Summer McCoy: Would you like to make me feel more jealous?
Chelsea giggled, as Summer took a sip from her wine bottle.
Chelsea York: Ack, sorry, Summer.
Summer McCoy: That’s alright, I suppose.
Summer nodded as Chelsea kept on going.
Summer McCoy: Well, Chelsea…that’s nice to know…but I don’t really care. I have to go now…I have some business to do, and it isn’t pretty.
Chelsea York: You are one cold girl.
Summer McCoy: Hm…then I should rename myself: Winter McCoy.
The two girls giggled as they said their goodbyes. Summer nodded as she then hung up the phone. She placed it down onto the table beside her, and grabbed the wine bottle, drinking some more of it.
Summer McCoy: Hm…now what to do…
Summer sighed as she got up and walked into her room. She dropped the bottle onto the table and placed on her high heeled boots. She patted her skirt and then nodded, agreeing with her looks in her mirror.
Summer McCoy: Hot…
Summer nodded as she walked out of her room and over to her door to leave. She stopped herself and then grabbed her car keys that were beside her on the table.
Summer McCoy: Shopping!
Summer nodded as she then grabbed the doorknob and opened it. She walked out and went into her elevator, blowing a kiss before the doors closing.
Summer McCoy: EZ Punk, this match will not be so easy on your behalf.
Summer giggled as she covered her mouth with her hand.
Summer McCoy: Bye…Muah!
Summer then blew another kiss with her hand as the elevator began to go down, the noise being heard as the camera then shut off.
