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Post by President Hudson on Jun 13, 2006 1:48:52 GMT -5
Willie Bard vs. Saldado Fortun vs. EZ Punk vs. Summer McCoy vs. Bman
5 RP Max
Deadline is Sunday, June 18th, at 3 pm EST.
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Post by "Rockstar" Willie Bard on Jun 13, 2006 14:28:40 GMT -5
Teen - A WHAT?[/b] match?[/color]
(We see Willie Bard walk out of the Hospital with his teenage counterpart.)
Bard - An entrapment match. For the Unlimited-X Title.
Teen - Wait, how does this work? Is it just a regular cage match with a spiffy name?
Bard - No, Daniels made this announcement. It's weird. To win, you have to escape...
Teen - Yeah, like a regular cage match...
Bard - But before you can escape. You have to eliminate one of your opponents. By pinfall, submission or by putting him through a table.
Teen - Oh... oh I get this now. Ok, then winning this match won't take too much thought. A lot of energy, but no real strategy. Except, you know, don't get pinned.
Bard - Or submit...
Teen - Or get put through a table...
Bard - Well, I've been pretty good at 2 of the three things. We've been open for about a month, and I haven't been beat.
Teen - Except you almost bit the bullet at Vendetta last week. You're lucky it was a tag match and not a handicap match. You'd have been fucked over.
Bard - Yeah, but did you see me hit IB Violent with the shillelagh while he was trying the Shooting Star Press.
Teen - That was amazing. He must've been feeling all hurty and whatnot.
Bard - Yeah. Too bad I gotta deal with another one of those guys...
Teen - Oh yeah, i forgot, who are you facing?
Bard - 4 other people. EZ Punk, who I've beat, 1 is a girl, and Bman and Saldado haven't won a match yet.
Teen - Who's the girl?
Bard - Summer McCoy.
Teen - Oh..... no. She is brutal. I'm serious. She could kick your ass...
Bard - Yeah... or my nuts.
Teen - Most definately your nuts.
Bard - Yeah, I'll buy myself a cup or something.
Teen - You mean you wrestle without a cup?
Bard - Yes. Why?
(The teen just stares at him blankly)
Bard - Umm... ok. Anyway, I'm gonna drive you home. I got to cut a promo tomorrow, so I won't see you. And I'll meet up with you on Friday.
Teen - What's Friday?
Bard - That's when we leave. Don't you remember, Daniels said you could tour with me for a couple months because I broke your ankle.
Teen - Oh yeah.
(They reach Willie Bard's car, parked 4 blocks from the Hosptial, and Willie starts the car and drives off and the scene fades to black)
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Post by Summer McCoy on Jun 13, 2006 23:15:57 GMT -5
The day was calm. It was cold and cloudy. No one seemed to be outside running around like usual Summer days. No. Not this day. The clouds over took the sky and blocked everyone from seeing beyond it. The clouds prevented anyone from seeing what the sky truly looked like today. They prevented the sun to reflect off of the glass outside of everyone‘s windows. The clouds held the sun back, but it seemed as if it didn‘t matter. Kids were probably fast asleep in their houses, or playing monopoly or some other kind of childish game. Now, the adults never ran outside like the little kids. They were more respectful than them. But, that wasn‘t the point. It‘s supposed to be a nice sunny day, but it‘s a cloudy horrible one. Was this because of the gloomy behaviors of people? Was it what they deserved? Was it what God wanted them to witness? Who knows? And, someone who really doesn‘t care, is Summer McCoy. Not only does she not care, but she wouldn‘t give a damn if everyone on her block collapsed and died. She wouldn‘t give one piece of shit about them. You must think she was not respectful like the other adults on her block. And that was probably right. She hated everyone on her block, and when it was a sunny day, she would go out and personally make fun of their children. And if that didn‘t succeed, she would bother the adults. She even got in a fight with her neighbor once. We all know who one that fight. Summer. But, she didn‘t punch like the other girl. She picked her up and threw her onto the cement sidewalk, leaving her knocked out from banging her gentle head onto the cement. Did Summer go back to apologize? Did she mean to hurt this girl like that? Of course! She‘d rather do that to a man, to prove that women could beat up men. She tries picking fights with them, but they just don‘t argue with her. They might call her the casual ‘bitch‘ and ‘slut‘, but that was really all. She tried and tried, but that didn‘t happen. And if it did, who would be the superior one? Summer. OBVIOUSLY. As everything was calm outside, the opposite was happening in the inside of Summer‘s house. People from houses away could hear her retched screaming. Some came out in front of her house, not to check if she was alright, but to yell her off until she began quiet again. But, after that, a second later she would remain screaming.
Summer McCoy: WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT!? WHAT WAS THAT!?
Summer glared at herself in the shiny mirror across from her. She shook her head in disgust. She couldn‘t believe it. She just couldn‘t! How hard could it be to defeat a guy for the second week in a row? Not that hard. But, then why hadn‘t it been accomplished with Summer? Why did she get a draw against Xander Cage? Because some freak came out and took them both out? She knew that if he hadn‘t came out, she would‘ve won. She would‘ve beat the shit out of this boy. And now, her anger was building up. And she wasn‘t taking it out on her friend, Chelsea, she was taking it out on her furniture in her house. He couch was torn up, as if a dog with rabies scratched it all up. It was almost horrifying to see all the damage she did to her own house.
Summer McCoy: That is NOT fair! He came out and ruined my chance of winning! I was going to win too, and don’t say that I wasn’t! I had him ready for anything. I had him ready for the Sunrise! I had him ready to get his ass kicked! This is just…ugh! Not fair!
Summer brought up her hands from the sides of her hips to the top of her head, slowly grasping her hair. She screamed as she began to pull it, grabbing lots out of it‘s own sockets. She glared at herself in the mirror, wincing in pain every now and then. She slowly stopped torturing herself by the hair pulling as she placed her hands down onto her skirt.
Summer McCoy: Just wait…next week…next week he will get it! They all will get it! Whoever I am fighting against will get it! They will not come out with two balls. Oh, and in case you didn’t notice, that includes Nikki!
Summer rolled her eyes. She was so disgusted with herself that it wasn‘t even funny. It was rather depressing, seeing as how she won her first match, but lost the second. Well, actually drawed. It didn‘t matter to her, not winning was losing to her. Even if it was a lousy draw. She didn‘t care. Never had she drawed or lost her second match. Her total record for all her current feds, were 35 wins and 10 losses…including the 1 draw.
Summer McCoy: How could I screw up like this? How? Just…how!? How could I screw up my match and just lose? It doesn’t make sense…
Summer sighed as she glared at herself in the mirror. She just couldn‘t attract herself away from that mirror. As if they were both magnets. Summer abruptly stopped everything as he cell phone began to ring, giving her a bit of a scare. She grasped the phone and held it up to her ear, slowly.
Summer McCoy: Hello?
Chelsea York: Summer, are you alright?
Summer sighed, being very relieved.
Summer McCoy: No! Do you think I could possibly be fine from what happened last week? Did you even saw what happened last week?
Chelsea York: Er…you got a draw for your match? You got a bigboot to your face…and er…some strong guy named Bloodbath did it?
Summer McCoy: Exactly! And you have the nerve to ask me if I am alright…I cannot believe you, Chelsea!
Summer sighed as she placed the cell phone down. You could hear the distant voice of Chelsea in the background, sounding like those old chipmunks from that cartoon show. Summer looked at herself in the mirror. Was it sane to be insane? Was it alright to be what she was doing?
Chelsea York: SUMMER?! SUMMER?! YOU THERE?!
Chelsea began to yell into the phone, trying to get her attention. Summer looked at the phone and stared at it for a couple of moments. She then shook her head and reached for it.
Summer McCoy: Yeah…sorry.
Chelsea York: Do you want me to come over or something? We could go shopping or something?
Summer McCoy: I don’t know…no. Just stay home. Don’t get involved with me or any of this. I don’t want me to go all off on you.
Chelsea York: You’ve done it a million times, I’m use to it.
Summer McCoy: But still…
Chelsea York: But still nothing! I know how you feel and I want to help you, Summer. You know I can get things off of your mind.
Summer McCoy: Yeah…but…
Chelsea York: Let me help you…please?
Summer McCoy: You make it seem as if I was mental, Chelsea. I’m not going crazy, I’m just…I don’t know.
Chelsea York: Angry?
Summer McCoy: Yeah…that’s it.
Chelsea York: See? I can read your mind!
Summer giggled softly, as did Chelsea. She was already making Summer feel a bit better. But, then again, anyone could make Summer laugh. She was one of those girls. Those girls that laugh uncontrollably for little stupid things? Those type of girls. Those girly girls that all those gothic girls despise.
Chelsea York: See? You’re already laughing. Let me come over…we can go shopping, alright? Please?
Summer nodded, giving in. But, this was by phone, so obviously Chelsea didn‘t get an answer.
Chelsea York: Hello..? Earth to crazy girl..?
Summer McCoy: Oh sorry. Yeah, we can go shopping.
Chelsea York: Yay! Shopping!! I was kind of bored here anyways…
Summer McCoy: But, you’re paying! Bye!
Summer hung up the phone before Chelsea could argue back. Yes, Summer had a lot of money, but yes, she was cheap like that. She would always have people pay for her, and not have them argue back. She hated arguing with friends, especially Chelsea. Her only true friend. She didn‘t want to argue for some stupid thing, so she decided to bring money in case Chelsea didn‘t want to pay.
Summer McCoy: So…to get these things off of my mind, we are going shopping…alright. And then, I can talk shit about my opponents, as usual.
Summer giggled softly, covering her mouth with her right hand.
Summer McCoy: She better her up and get here before I destroy some more stuff, just to keep me busy.
Summer giggled softly, getting up from her chair. She walked into her room and decided to have a little slumber make up party by herself. She grabbed her make up kit and some clothes from her closet room and placed it all on her bed.
Summer McCoy: Which first…hm…
Summer shrugged as she grabbed the make up kit and sat at her desk, that had a mirror on the wall in front of it. She placed the make up down and sat down in front of it. She looked at herself in the mirror for a bit, before turning on her radio. She grabbed out some lipstick and began to apply it to her top lip.
Summer McCoy: You know what. I don’t even know who I’m fighting this week. Oh…SHIT!
Summer dropped her lipstick down onto the table and sighed.
Summer McCoy: It’s the PPV…damnit! I hope Chelsea knows who I’m going up against…I need to know this fast.
She sighed, picking up the lipstick again and applying more make up onto her bottom lip, before kissing her lips together. She sighed as she slowly stopped and stared at herself in the mirror. She tilted her head to the side.
Summer McCoy: Do I even need this make up?
Summer giggled softly as knocking was heard on her door. She dropped her lipstick and ran to her clothes piled onto the bed. She quickly switched all her clothes and now had the new ones on. She ran to the door and opened it, seeing the obvious, Chelsea York. Summer smiled and gave her a soft hug.
Summer McCoy: Finally! I was waiting all day for you!
Chelsea York: Summer…try ten minutes.
Summer giggled as Chelsea walked in. Summer sat down on her couch as Chelsea took a seat next to her. They stared at each other for a bit.
Summer McCoy: Who’s my opponent for the PPV?
Chelsea York: Oh! I forgot to tell you on the phone! Thanks for reminding me. Good news and some bad news…alright?
Summer nodded.
Summer McCoy: Good news first.
Chelsea York: Alright…You are fighting for the Un-Limited X title.
Summer smiled and gave herself a well deserved round of an applause. Chelsea clapped along with her, but soon turned serious.
Summer McCoy: And the bad news?
Chelsea York: You’re up against four other men.
Summer McCoy: Four?! Men?!
Summer sighed as Chelsea shrugged. She did warn Summer that it was in fact bad news and not good news that Summer would squeal from delight.
Chelsea York: I told you it was bad news.
Summer McCoy: Who are they?
Chelsea York: EZ Punk, Saldado Fortun, Bman, and…Willie Bard.
Summer gasped as she heard the name Willie Bard. Yes, he was the toughest out of all the ones she had just listed.
Summer McCoy: Willie Bard?
Chelsea York: Yes, Willie.
Summer McCoy: Damn…this is going to be a tough match.
Chelsea York: Sure is…which is why we are going to take our minds off of it as of now and go shopping!
Summer knew that wouldn‘t take her mind off of it. She knew that shopping would take off little that was on her mind. But, she didn‘t want to refuse Chelsea. She nodded as usual and got up, following Chelsea out of the house and towards her car. The mall, here they come!
TO BE CONTINUED…
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Post by "Rockstar" Willie Bard on Jun 14, 2006 14:32:36 GMT -5
(We see Willie Bard, sitting in a chair at what looks to be a studio, being tended to by a few members of the crew. Someone is hooking up a mic to Bard's shirt. Another is trying to brush Bard's hair, but is hitting snags)
Hair Brusher - Have you ever brushed this hair?
Bard - Umm, if I say no will you lose respect for me?
Guy Hooking Up Mic - Need to check for audio.
(We hear someone on a megaphone say something to Bard)
Megaphone Guy - Willie, say something.
Bard - Umm.... uh... I can't think of anything to say!
Megaphone Guy - Perfect Willie. Audio's good Jeff.
Guy Hooking Up Mic - My name is Daniel, for the third time.
Megaphone Guy - Accident! Won't happen again Dan.
Lights up! Good. Willie, we're gonna start now.
Bard - But Dan guy promised me a bagel...
Megaphone Guy - Later Willie. We need to get this shot.
Cameraman - Rolling...
Megaphone Guy - And... action!
(Willie looks into the camera, and "I Get Wet" starts playing low in the background)
Bard - Hello, I am Only The Best Wrestling's resident undefeated rocker. I am "Rockstar" Willie Bard. And, this Sunday night, at One Ring, I will be competing in the first ever Entrapment match to crown the first ever Un-Limited X Champion. I will be facing off against 4 competitors. 2 of which have not won a match yet in OTB. One of which I just beat last week at Vendetta. And the other, well, that person, I can guarentee, doesn't have enough balls for this match... I think you know who I'm referring to.
(Bard smiles. Some on the crew struggle to not laugh out loud and blow the shot)
Bard - Let's face it. The Un-Limited X Title should have my picture on it. In three weeks, I've faced 2 men that should've crushed me like a bug. And, I have also competed in a weapons of choice tag match, where I took the brunt of the violence in the match, yet I still got the 1-2-3. So, if you think I'm afraid of a cage, you are mistaken.
(Bard suddenly gets serious)
Bard - One of you is gonna get put through a table inside of that cage. I wonder who it will be. Will I hit the Rockin Out Loud on Summer through a table? How about the Demented Device to EZ Punk? Perhaps a top rope leg drop to Bman. Hell, I'll do it twice. And as for Fortun, I don't know how you got into this match. But, let's be real here, if you stay out of my way, you won't get hurt.
Come this Sunday, at One Ring, I will be crowned the first ever Un-Limited X Champion and prove all the doubters wrong. See you in Washington DC...
Megaphone Guy - CUT! Perfect Willie. That was genius!
Bard - Did theater in high school, along with playing in my band.
Megaphone Guy - Well, it paid off. That was good.
Bard - Excellent. Do you think I'm gonna win on Sunday.
Megaphone Guy - I hope you do. If you win, Daniels said he'd pay me more! And I need a new sofa.
Bard - Well, good luck with that whole... sofa thing. But I'm beat. I've been here for 4 hours and did nothing. So, later guys.
(Bard leaves and the scene fades to black)
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Post by bman on Jun 14, 2006 17:06:10 GMT -5
*The camera zooms in on Bman playing basketball on a street court, hustling to each rebound and attacking the basket with wild abandon. After the game breaks up, he walks off the court, toweling himself off and slugging down a bottle of Gatorade Fierce.*
I’ve got a title match up coming soon, at One Ring, for the Unlimited X title. And its no ordinary match either, it’s an Entrapment Match; brings to mind War Games and King of the Mountain for me, at least. So you may be wondering: Why would you be out here playing a pick up game, risking injury? I could blow out my knee, or any array of gruesome injuries. I could even end up Pillmanizing myself, only without the chair.
My answer: Because I want to stay in shape. I may love wrestling, but basketball means a lot to me too. And although though you may not know this, Oakhaven Falls, my hometown is pretty close to DC itself, where One Ring is being held. You say that place doesn’t exist? Well, neither do Parts Unknown or the Edge of Sanity, and yet, we still suspend our disbelief, and think anybody could hail from there as easily as London, England, or hell, I don’t know, Charlotte, North Carolina? I know of at least two NWA champs who’ve come from there, so you could say they produce good wrestling stock.
And so what if I lost out in that Battle Royal on Vendetta the other night? I finished third. Still pretty impressive, seems to me. I’m fine with that. I was intent on making my way up the so-called Ladder of Contention, anyway, if you will, to truly earn my shot at the World title. But I guess that’ll just have to wait. I’ll work for it, grabbing the other titles along the way. As long as I know my reign inevitable, it’s going to happen. Believe me, I’m a man of my word. No puns or anything clever this time. I’m all business today, here to make a splash, to leave a mark on the North American wrestling scene.
Oh by the way, Bard, before I forget: I'll see your two leg drops through a table and raise you a steel chair to the face with a Blazing Asian. I'll top if off with a Flying Lotus through three stacked tables and two chairs, off the top of the cage, even, if you want to get really serious. Like hardcore serious.
Everybody - Bard, Summer, EZ Punk, and Saldado, bring your game. Bring your pain.
All I've got is hustle, grit, and sheer intestinal fortitude.
And if I'm here to make a statement,
What better way is there than to triumph in the first ever Entrapment match?
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Post by ezpunk on Jun 15, 2006 12:01:19 GMT -5
Ez Punk is in the cage with a mic in his hand.
EZ:For the past few weeks I have not won a match. But back then I was just having fun but now its time to get serious.
He pauses looks around.
EZ: This cage is like a home to me it will allow me to reach my full potential. I can fly off it, I can jump on it, I can climb it and bet of all I can cause pain with it.
He takes a drink of water.
EZ: I may have been beaten on Monday but IB and I still got first blood I am still not 100 percent but I will not stop for nobody until I win the title.
He pauses.
EZ: Yes Bard may have pinned me but I will release the rage of Ez on him. he will be put through tables he will be hit by chairs, he will be sliced open by barbed wire and he will get punkinranad of the cage.
He has another drink of water.
EZ: yes I may have never won a match but don't let that fool you
Bman and Saldado fortun haven't won either and ASummer has pinned me before but I was going easy because she is a girl.
He laughs and puths the mic down. He climbs out if the cage and goes backstage. we see him leave the arena and get in his car as the camera fades to black.
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Post by ezpunk on Jun 15, 2006 12:15:39 GMT -5
EZ is at a premire of a movie called the musical death which is about a man who devoted his life to music and died because of it.
Ez is about to give an interview for a channel called TWC which is a wrestling channel in the UK.
Interviewer: So EZ you are about to be in an entrapment match at OTB one ring against Rockstar Willie bard , Bman, Summer McCoy and Saldado fortun For the OTB UN-Limited X championship. Are you scared?
EZ: hey man are you calling me a fradey cat?
Interviewer: No Ez well can you answer the question please?
EZ: no of course I'm not scared I was made for this match and to become first OtB UN-limited X champion.
Interviewer: You seem awfully cocky to me EZ?
EZ: Hey don't get like that with me I don't need to be here you know.
Interviewer: Then Why are you here?
EZ: to tell my many UK fans that I'm going to win
The Interviewr sblack persons
Interviewer: What Uk fans
EZ: Hey thats it
Ez gets up and hits him with a vicious right hand The crowd start cheering EZ EZ EZ. He then picks up the interviewer and then hits him with a DDT. he thren climbs a balcony and hits a Punk star press on him.
Ez: That was for saying I have no fans.
Then security come and take EZ away from the red carpet with the crowds boooing them as they do so.
EZ: hey get off man.
Security puts him down and put him in a taxi home. The camera fades to black.
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Post by Summer McCoy on Jun 16, 2006 14:25:48 GMT -5
Summer McCoy: So, Chelsea, how is everything going with you?
Chelsea York: I don’t know. I’m confused on something…
The scene opened up in a very packed car. The shiny glass windows were rolled down as the air came in and out. It brushed through the two divas hairs as if they were at a photo shoot, getting ready to show off their stuff. The car inside was made of the finest leather you could honestly ever find. It was so rare, that Chelsea just had to have it. The outside was just as good as the inside. It was pink. But, wasn‘t usually everything pink for these two divas? As they rode in the car, their hair swayed backwards as they continued their little diva chat.
Summer McCoy: What are you confused on? And it better not be something stupid like opening the pickle jar.
Chelsea York: No, not that. It’s…just…I’m confused on this guy that I really like. I mean, I really like him, but I don’t think he likes me that much.
Summer McCoy: What’s his name? Let’s kick his ass until he says he LOVES you.
Chelsea looked at Summer and gave her the type of look that Summer despised. That looked just came out and said: Are you fuckin‘ stupid or something? It was that evil glare that Summer always gave to people. That glare was even received by her managers and owners. She didn‘t care who it was to, as long as they feared her.
Summer McCoy: You’re stealing my techniques, Chelsea.
Chelsea York: Can we be serious for a couple moments?
Summer shrugged. She liked playing around. Especially with Chelsea, who always was a short tempered girl. Summer soon nodded, as she could tell Chelsea was getting mad as she grasped the steering wheel hard.
Summer McCoy: Okay, fine. What’s up with this guy? Actually, first what’s his name? Names can always tell whether you two belong.
Chelsea felt that was a dumb question, but she answered it anyways.
Chelsea York: His name is Chris, but I don’t see how this helps me at all with this problem. It’s not like we’re dating.
Summer McCoy: Why didn’t you say you guys weren’t dating? That helps a whole lot! Chelsea, sometimes you can be so dumb when it comes to love. That’s why you have me.
Chelsea snorted as to telling Summer that what she said should really be the opposite. Summer shrugged, not really caring what Chelsea said. She then looked out her window. She spotted various kids walking with their moms and dads, holding hands and laughing in joy. Maybe Summer wanted a future like that one day. One where she could hold her husbands hand and her sons and swing him high up into the air. That would be good for a change. But, as of now, anyone could tell that Summer was not the type to have kids, nor did she want them now. She hated kids as of now. But, she knew when she grew older, she would love them. Now just wasn‘t the time for them.
Chelsea York: But, anyways, like I was saying, I really like him and I want to go out with him, but I don’t know how to ask him.
Summer McCoy: Just go up to him and ask him! How hard could it be, Chelsea?
Chelsea York: Pretty hard. You just don’t understand, Summer. I want to be with this guy forever. I want to have…his babies. I want us to have kids and to be like a never ending couple.
Summer giggled at the part when Chelsea said she wanted his babies. Summer always said that about guys, but never did she really mean it like her. She covered her mouth, trying to hide her giggling away from Chelsea, before Chelsea would snap.
Chelsea York: I can hear you god damnit!
Summer abruptly stopped laughing and stared at Chelsea. She sighed. She was trying to be serious with Chelsea, but it was so hard. Chelsea was the girl to usually fool around. The girl that really wanted fun, not Summer. Summer had better things to worry on, like her title match.
Summer McCoy: Sorry, Chelsea. Okay, let’s just hurry up and get to the mall. Shopping can help us, right?
Chelsea York: Shopping? Of course, Summer.
Summer giggled softly as she stared out the window again. She saw an old couple walking, hand to hand. She gave one of those: Aww, looks as she watched them walk. She then imagined her being that old and having a husband. Every night the bed would be squeaking, she knew that for sure. It didn‘t matter how old she was, she was a party animal, and liked it rough.
Summer McCoy: Chelsea?
Chelsea York: Hm?
Summer McCoy: When I become really old and I end up looking like shit, please don’t show me any pictures of me when I was young, alright? And, don’t tell anyone that when I become older, it’s still going to be sex all night.
Chelsea erupted into laughter as Summer said she would have sex all night once she became an old lady. Summer giggled softly too as they slowly approached the mall.
Chelsea York: Summer! Ew! You are nasty!
Summer McCoy: What can I say? Sex is good for you.
The two girls began to giggle again. Although they needed to agree on Summer‘s statement. They both loved it, and would continue doing it cheerfully.
Chelsea York: You actually are going to have sex for the rest of your life? Every night? That is so disgusting to imagine two old people having sex…yuck!!
Summer giggled softly as she covered her mouth again with her hand. She tried not imagining it, but it just popped in her head.
Summer McCoy: Ew! You’re right! It is disgusting!
Chelsea York: Imagine him like…doing her down there! Ew…and old dick and an old pussy! EW!!!
Summer and Chelsea roared out into laughter after they had their little talk about sex. They then arrived at the mall, both ready for some shopping fun, after talking about old couples sex.
Chelsea York: Summer, I’m going to go check out the clothing department, alright? You want to come with me?
Summer McCoy: Er…no. I’ll go check out the shoes and then from there we can go wherever, alright?
Chelsea nodded as she walked towards the clothing department. Summer made her way to the shoe department. She walked in, the door giving that regular jingle noise. She walked pass a couple of shoes, those being the ugly ones. She smirked, that evil smirk as she stopped herself and turned around, walking towards the ugly shoes again.
Summer McCoy: Hm…
Summer then picked up a pair of yellow boots, almost looking as if rain boots. She made a fake gagging noise, saying how disgusting they were. She then smirked again, that same evil one as before. She held them up to her face and shook them.
Summer McCoy: These boots are crappy…like EZ Punk’s wrestling.
Summer giggled as she threw them down onto the floor, the worker quickly picking them up, but not questioning Summer at all. She then walked to bad but more decent shoes.
Summer McCoy: As crappy as Bman’s wrestling…
She giggled again as she walked over to a row of three pairs of shoes. One pair was EXCELLENT looking. Another was good, something Summer would wear. And the last was something…eh…not what she would wear but good. She pointed to the most ugly ones.
Summer McCoy: Saldado’s wrestling skills.
She then pointed to the good looking ones, but not the best.
Summer McCoy: Bard’s wrestling skills…
She slowly turned her index finger to the best pair of shoes. She smirked innocently as it was obvious who those belong too.
Summer McCoy: Summer’s wrestling skills!
She giggled softly as she walked over to a huge row of shoes. She looked at them for quite some time, picking out a couple pairs now and then.
Summer McCoy: So, EZ Punk, you say that I only won because you went easy on me? Since I’m a girl? Well, you shouldn’t have, because your ass is a girl also.
Summer giggled softly as she grabbed a pair of high heeled pink boots. She took off her stylish shoes and placed the boots on, checking them out in the mirror.
Summer McCoy: Just because I’m a girl? That’s a good excuse, now isn’t it? I mean, if I was a guy, and you were a girl, I wouldn’t go easy on you for shit. You just don’t want to cough up that you lost to a girl. And to be honest, this will be your second time losing to a girl.
Summer giggled softly as she took off the pink boots and placed them down next to a pile in which was her category of: Maybe buying.
Summer McCoy: Bman, I don’t know a lot about you, but I can tell you this. You’re just like EZ. You won’t go anywhere, and I can guarantee that. I really don’t know why you were placed in this match anyways, but whatever. Things happen.
Summer giggled as she grasped another pair of boots, but this time they were a dark black color. She liked black for shoes, so she tried them on as well.
Summer McCoy: Saldado, I don’t know too much about you either. I’ve been told that you are a pretty good wrestler, but I can’t judge that now.
Summer shrugged.
Summer McCoy: If you are a good wrestler, kudos. If not, then you better run your ass into one of those little holes and put the dirt over you. I will be stomping all over you in this match. I don’t care if you are a legend or what, but I, Summer McCoy, am a legend myself.
Summer giggled softly, she wasn‘t exactly a legend, but she was a good ass wrestler. She took out many men, them being at least six feet! That‘s how good Summer was.
Summer McCoy: And then we have the second toughest one in the match, Willie Bard. I mean, to be honest, I respect you for having such a good record as of now. But, to also be honest, I would never date you because you look like some trashed up hillbilly.
Summer erupted into giggles as she covered her mouth, dropping the pair of boots she held in her hand. Some people stopped to stare at her, and some just stopped to check her out. She then stopped laughing and looked at the people staring.
Summer McCoy: Am I really that hot for all you bitches to be staring at me like that?
Summer giggled as some of the ladies gasped at Summer. Summer rolled her eyes as they began to walk away from her, Summer wanting that to happen.
Summer McCoy: Anyways…where were we?
Summer giggled softly, still thinking about what she said about Bard.
Summer McCoy: Oh yeah, talking about Bard. What the fuck kind of name is Bard anyways? Willie Bard? That so spells out: H-I-L-L-B-I-L-L-Y!
Summer erupted into giggles once more, but not as much as the first time she made that joke about him.
Summer McCoy: Okay, okay, enough with the hillbilly jokes. Although, you should consider buying a trailer and living in it on some random valley. Don’t they all do that?
Summer giggled softly, checking out the boots on her feet in the mirror once more. This time she took them off and threw them all the way on the opposite side of the department. Those would be the: Ew! What the fuck kind of shoes are these?
Summer McCoy: I wish the best of luck to all four of you guys, seeing as you will need more luck than I will. I don’t need any luck at all actually. I mean, have you seen me wrestle? It’s the best damn thing ever.
Summer giggled as two huge men walked up to her, both in police outfits. She sighed, and muttered: Oh shit, under her breath. They grabbed her by the arms as she struggled.
Huge man: Ma’am, we will need you to step out of this department store. You have been kicked out and you cannot come back in here.
Summer McCoy: What the hell reason for?
Huge man: Ma’am, please don’t speak that way in front of us. You are kicked out for being obnoxious, alright?
Summer McCoy: Get your dirty hands off of me!
She pushed them off of her and grabbed her purse and shoes, putting them on. She walked out of the store as they followed behind her.
Summer McCoy: Now what? Am I nude in public?
Huge man: No, but I wish you were. I am so sorry! I just noticed now that you are Summer McCoy. That strong diva. We could certainly use you on our team.
Summer McCoy: I have better things to do.
Huge man: Can you at least sign my hat?
Summer sighed, grabbing out a permanent marker. She grabbed his hat off of his head, realizing that he was half as bad looking as she thought. She wrote her name on it, as well as her number. The man looked at his hand and nodded.
Huge man: Alright! Your number! What time should I call you?
Summer McCoy: You’re the man, you decide.
Summer placed her hand on the bottom of his chin and slowly swept it from body to top. She smiled innocently as the two men walked away, giving each other high fives. She got them off their case, now where was Chelsea?
Summer McCoy: Chelsea? My bitch, where are you?
Summer then realized that she was talking out loud, a couple of people heard her swearing. They then noticed that she was Summer McCoy and started chasing her. She ran the fastest she could in her high heeled boots, finding Chelsea.
Summer McCoy: Chelsea! Run!
Summer grabbed Chelsea‘s arm as the two ran. Summer was in front, being the faster diva, seeing as she had much longer legs. They ran all the way outside and stopped to catch their breath by Chelsea‘s car.
Summer McCoy: They can’t find us all the way out here, that’s good.
Chelsea York: Rethink that Summer!
Chelsea said, as the mob was back. Summer quickly jumped into the car as did Chelsea. They then reversed the car and drove out of sight. The crowd moaned, all of them ready for autographs.
Summer McCoy: Phew! Hey, Chelsea.
Chelsea York: Hm?
Summer McCoy: I gave this hottie my number. He’s going to call me tonight…well, he better call me tonight.
Chelsea giggled.
Chelsea York: Summer, did I ever tell you that you are such a slut?
Summer McCoy: No…
Chelsea York: Summer, you are such a slut.
Summer giggled softly.
Summer McCoy: You didn’t need to tell me, I already know that.
The two divas broke out into a laughter again, as it became a red light. Some time passed as they then arrived at Summer‘s house. Chelsea dropped her off and left.
Summer McCoy: Oh, Summer. You are totally a rocking chick.
The scene then turned into a black screen as Summer made her way into her house and locking the door. The clicking noise was heard as everything went completely black.
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Post by ezpunk on Jun 16, 2006 14:35:26 GMT -5
Ez is at home considering the fact that he could become 1st ever OTB UN-LIMTED X Champion EZ: Dang I can't believe i have a 1 in 5 chance of winning a belt He thinks to himself and grins EZ: Yep could you imagine EZ Punk first ever OTB UN-Limeted X Champion He chuckles. EZ: well I have all the respect in the world for Summer McCoy she is one tough babe............... also a very hot one  He pictures the belt once more EZ: as for Bman and Saldado both are like me in some weird way because neither of them have won an OTB match yet just like me. So I think we all have an equal chance. He sblack persons EZ: As for Willie Bard you may have beat me on Monday but EZ is yet to come alive. Anyway it was Eason who really won the match because you were out cold when he put you on top of me for the 1 2 3. He thinks Ez: and as for Easton he got a shock when we were the f'n goons and when he was laid flat out by the rest of us goons didn't expect that did u E-Rex. He thinks yet again takes a drink of water and smiles Ez: well people itis time for me to go so remember my name [glow=red,2,300]EZ PUNK[/glow] |
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Post by soldadofortun on Jun 16, 2006 21:25:40 GMT -5
*The room is dark except for a chair in the middle of the room. Thin outlines of the walls can barely bee seen through the gripping darkness. A man tears his way through the darkness and breaks out into the light. The vision of him would make the toughest man shudder. His size grips the darkness in a grapple for who may be the bigger entity. His face is covered though. A black mask with a skull print on the face. He is wearing dog tags, which clink together making the only noise in the deafening silence that the darkness has brought. The man sits in the chair and hangs his head, looking at the dog tags which he has placed in his hand now.*
Saldado: I once made a grand entrance. I regret that now. What became of that entrance now haunts me every day and makes me wish I died out in those sands. Yes, I was in that war. The war before this one. The war that was justified by the large entity in New York. The entire war may have been justified by them, but what I did cannot be justified by any group. Not even the evil in Germany would give me any leeway with punishment, but my own country did. They slapped me on the face and sent me back home. I regret that every day. And this is why I started to do this.
*Saldado drops the dog tags into his lap. His head tilts toward the ceiling as if to try and call out for a higher being to come pick him up and remove him from this world. He tilts his head back down slowly and stares directly at the camera with his eyes staring through the fabric that makes his mask.*
Saldado: This is why I started to do what I do now. I looked into a close friend and he put me in the ring. I hurt my opponent. I felt good hurting my opponent. I transferred some of the pain I feel inside into my opponent. That made me feel a pleasure that I had not felt since I was in those sands. Yes, while I said I regret what I did, I never said I didn’t like what I did. I guess that’s why they sent me back home. One of my generals suggested I stay, but the others were scared of me. For good reason I guess.
*The room lights up, the darkness is chased away by the incandescent glow of the ceiling above. The room, as we can see it now, is white. Three large poster hang on the walls that are shown by the cameras. On is off a man in full military garb. He has short hair and looks like Joe Marine. He is holding his M-16 on his back and he has his helmet on. He is staring toward the corner of the picture as if to give the illusion that he is looking to the future. Saldado moves over to that picture. He can barely look at the poster as it is causing him to retain some memories.*
Saldado: Look at this. This is what the military wanted me to be. This is the big man on the earth. A killing machine. A perfect specimen of the American man. They wanted me to be G.I. Joe and go and save the world. I did what I was told and I trained the way they told me. I did it with glee because they told me it would make me the perfect man. I wanted that. I wanted the women, the pride, the power. I loved it. Then came the time to go and use that training. I complied and went to the sands of war. I went their and I was not this man. I was the man that is seen in wars before. I was a barbarian. I went and killed as many people as I could. Then, the accident. I was hurt, everyone in my squad were killed. I was alive. I do not remember how. The tank blew up. I was on the ground. Body parts were around me. I was scared. I went back home and found myself home real quick. I was glad though, I couldn’t take it anymore over there.
*Saldado moves over to the next poster. A man with a Hannibal Lector type mask on. He and Saldado are walking to the ring and the other masked man has a title over his shoulder. The title looks big on the man and covers his entire shoulder. Saldado has a look of hatred on his face (as much as the mask would allow to be shown) and his hands are at his side. The crowd behind them looks like they hate the two with all of their passion. One man is frozen in time tossing a beer cup toward the two. Saldado looks at this poster and turns toward us.*
Saldado: Decron brought me into this business. He saw me in a gym one day. I wanted to keep my shape to hide my self-doubt. He saw these things too. Decron saw through my life and brought me to SEMW. He and Vigilante taught me everything they knew. They taught me to go and take life by the throat and squeeze the sweet nectar of victory from it. They said I was done one day. They sent me over to a training camp in Illinois. I escaped their not long ago. Now I have come to Only the Best. I hope that the name is truthful to the talent here, and even more important. The owners.
*He moves to the third poster. It is just a empty frame. The bland white gives an aura of what is to come. The wall shows through the glass that is kept in place by the frame. Saldado stares at this with a look of anticipation. He puts his hand on the glass and slides it down. He continues to stare in awe of what this could be.*
Saldado: The owners have given me a title shot right off of the bat. This could mean either two things. It could mean that they know my strength and want to get me on top as fast as possible. It could also mean that the people already in this federation are so useless that they had to bring me in to take the title and give a bit of prestige and honor to the new titles. The World Title is not in my grasp yet, but one day… I digress. I should catch the matter at hand with the Unlimited-X Title and who I have to push through to get to them…
*He picks up the chair in the center of the room and holds it in his hands. He stares at it like it means something to him that no one else could understand. He sets it down, folded, on the floor and laughs a bit.*
Saldado: Entrapment. *his laughs get more and more maniacal* En…trap…ment… I don’t actually think that these people that are in this match really know what entrapment means. Try being trapped in a war zone. A group of people not far from you who’s job is to kill you. They have the means, the… mind-set to do it to. While we, in that ring, say we may go to the point where someone will die, we would never actually kill someone. That’s why fear is not in me for this Sunday. Death is the only thing I fear, and as the match concerns, I can not die.
*Saldado pick the chair back up. He looks at it again but after a split-second he snaps and takes the chair over to the empty poster. He stand in front of it and brings the chair an smashes the glass case that was to hold*
Saldado: If the battlefield has taught me anything, it is that when confronted by someone who is struggling against you, there is only one thing to do with them. You have to stop them from getting to you. In war, you do that with a gun. In a match like this, you have your choice of devices. This chair can be one of them. A table can be effective. The cage that will ensnare us can even be used to stop someone who is going against you. Many, many different ways to win, so little fodder to use them against. I guess I’ll have to savor the moment as I go in and compete, no, I will not compete, The others, they may compete but what I will be doing is regaining my sanity a little bit at a time. They have nothing to lose this Sunday besides a title. I have everything to lose. My sanity is just the first part…
*Soldado unfolds the chair and sits back down in it. He laughs a little more and the lights go out again.*
Saldado: Remember this. Sunday. I am not gonna hold back with what I have. If some one gets hurt, so be it. As long as my mind is at ease. I don’t care about anything else. Farewell. For now.
*The light that illuminated Saldado goes out. The entire screen is now black as the scene ends.*
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Post by "Rockstar" Willie Bard on Jun 17, 2006 12:44:43 GMT -5
(We see Willie, walking down the streets of Washington DC with his teenage counterpart.)
Bard - Dude, are you sure you know where we're going?
Teen - Yeah, listen, I was on the phone last night after you passed out from too many whiskey sours and budweisers.
Bard - Wait. That girl slipped in a date rape drug, I swear it!
Teen - Whatever makes you sleep at night... anyway, I was on the phone with a few people and we've arranged a special... umm... call it a training session.
Bard - A training session? One day before the Pay-Per-View? Are you nuts?
Teen - Trust me, you'll feel better about the Entrapment match after this. Ahh, here we are...
(Bard and the teen look to their left and there is a dark alleyway.)
Bard - An alleyway? Why are we in an alleyway?
Teen - For you training thing... just follow me.
(The teen leads the way and Bard follows... When they reach an opening in the alley, the teen yells out:)
Teen - HE'S HERE!
(From out of nowhere, 3 guys and one girl come out and start pummeling away at Bard. He looks shocked, but once the shots start coming, Bard starts to fight back. Knocking out the woman first with a right hand to the head. Then double clotheslining 2 of the guys. And then he threw one of the other guys against the wall, and the gang retreats
Bard turns towards the teen and is out of breath and bleeding slightly from the forehead)
Bard - Would you kindly tell me WHAT THE FUCK THAT WAS FOR?!
Teen - To prepare you for tomorrow night. Because tomorrow, no one is gonna be your friend in there. I've seen your opponents' promos, and, trust me, you're the one that everyone is scared of. Summer is scared of you, she admitted that once she heard your name, she knew it would be a tough match. Hell, she even said that you were the best by comparing you to a pair of boots or some shit. Bman is afraid you'll hit him with a leg drop through a table. EZ Punk's so afraid because you've already taken care of him. And as for Saldalo.... well, he's so wrapped up in himself that he won't even acknowledge his opponents. And that leaves you. I brought a few of my friends to attack you because that's what it's gonna be like on Sunday at One Ring.
(Bard calms down a bit after hearing the teen's speech)
Bard - Is that really how everyone thinks?
Teen - Yeah, you're undefeated in your first month in OTB. Of course they're all gonna be scared of you.
Bard - Ok.
Teen - Good. Now that we've gotten past that. GUYS, YOU CAN COME BACK NOW!
(The gang comes back into the alleyway)
Teen - Right, now they're gonna try and put you through a table one at a time. See that table over there?
(He points at a table in the corner of the opening)
Teen - They're gonna try and put you through it. Ladies first, Summer!
(The girl comes over, now that we look closely, she has the words "Summer McCoy" printed on her shirt. She tries to lift Bard, but only gets him a few inches off the ground. Bard smiles and strikes her on the back of the neck. She falls to a heap)
Teen - Good, now EZ Punk. Get over here!
(The smallest guy comes over, he has EZ Punk printed on his shirt. Before "EZ Punk" even touches Bard, Bard clotheslines him and knocks him out.)
Teen - Alright, now, Bman, Saldalo, try and put him through it!
(The 2nd smallest and biggest guy come over and both pick Bard up and move toward the table. Bard looks scared, but he quickly counters and puts BOTH of them through that table!
The camera surveys the gang, "Summer" is holding her neck. "EZ Punk" is starting to come to. "Bman" and "Saldalo" are both knocked out.)
Teen - Willie, how do you feel?
Bard - (Cracks a smile) Like escaping the cage...
(Bard quickly runs out of the alley and holds his hands in the air as though he won the match)
Teen - "Rockstar" Willie Bard...
Bard - Yes?
Teen - You're ready...
(Bard smiles and so does the teen and the scene fades to black)
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Post by Summer McCoy on Jun 17, 2006 14:17:58 GMT -5
Summer McCoy: Wait…so you are telling me this match is for the Un-Limited X title? Why didn’t you tell me before?!
Chelsea York: Well, you were busy…
Summer McCoy: Busy!? Are you serious..?
Chelsea York: Maybe…
The scene opened up in the usual spot. Summer McCoy‘s room. She had her pink razor in her right hand, and in her left was her nail polish. She opened it and began to paint her toes, one at a time. The color was the same color as everything she had. Pink. Now, most may think of her as a girly girl, but she was rough when it came to the time to kicking ass. Summer was one tough chick, and no matter what happened, she would try and get the job done. Whether from breaking a bone in her body, to breaking her entire arm. She would do whatever it took for a title win.
Summer McCoy: And now you decide on telling me? We weren’t busy yesterday when we went to the mall!
Chelsea York: Well, we were busy looking for shoes and clothes…
Summer McCoy: Oh, and the fact that I got kicked out of the shoe department for a couple months. But, we could always switch. I do need some clothes…
Summer and Chelsea giggled softly. They both knew that Summer didn‘t need clothes, but it was the fact that she wanted clothes. Summer was as rich as you could be. She had a closet as big as a master bedroom just filled up with all her clothes and shoes. Now, if that wasn‘t rich, then what was?
Chelsea York: You? Need clothes? Your closet is as big as my kitchen. You do not need clothes, alright? What you need is to get your lazy ass off of that couch and go train!
Summer shook her head.
Summer McCoy: Nu-uh. Not today. I have a date with that man. Remember? Yesterday at the mall, I gave that man my number? He called this morning.
Chelsea York: What did he say? Spit it out!
Summer McCoy: Well, he asked if I was free tonight…and I said maybe. And then he asked me if I would like to go out for dinner, and I said yes.
Summer heard Chelsea sighing on the other line.
Summer McCoy: What? Did I say something wrong?
Chelsea York: You broke like the number one rule…
Summer rolled her eyes. She knew that love wasn‘t about rules, but Summer really never had someone to love. She liked some guys now and then, but never did she love them.
Summer McCoy: Refresh my mind…
Chelsea York: You were easy to get. You need to wait and tease him for a bit. You can’t just go out and say yes like you are desperate!
Summer McCoy: Do you want my foot up your ass?
Chelsea giggled at Summer‘s comment. Summer rolled her eyes as she glared at the phone. Chelsea could probably feel the evil glare approaching her.
Summer McCoy: Well, I need to go for now. I have a date to get ready for.
Chelsea York: I’m coming over to get you ready.
Summer McCoy: No…you’re not.
Chelsea York: Check the front door.
Summer slowly stood up as she began to walk to the front door. She opened it slightly and saw Chelsea right there, her cell phone in hand. Summer sighed as she rolled her eyes and let her in.
Summer McCoy: I can’t believe you came here without even asking! Whatever! Go get my make up and meet me in my room, slave.
Chelsea nodded as Summer walked over into her room. She looked around, thinking about getting something done to her walls, and carpet. She shrugged and walked over to her stool that was placed in front of the mirror and desk. She took a seat and checked out her face for a bit.
Summer McCoy: Hm…
She smiled to herself as she waited for Chelsea. Where the hell was she? How hard could it be to find a damn make up bag.
Summer McCoy: But, anyways, those opponents of mine. None of them have a chance. Nope. Not at all. I mean, Bard or Soldado have the biggest chance, but that’s really all.
Summer shrugged as she stared at herself in the mirror.
Summer McCoy: No offense, wait…Being offensive, Bman and EZ Punk really have no chance in hell winning this belt. EZ Punk hasn’t won a damn match yet, and who knows who Bman is? Hell, I don’t even know.
Summer giggled as she opened her desk drawer to see if any make up was in there. She looked around and found her make up bag, that supposedly Chelsea was looking for. Summer shrugged, not bothering to get Chelsea.
Summer McCoy: EZ, you really are easy. Just as your name says. You couldn’t even beat me, a girl. I mean, how hard could it be? Well, for you, pretty damn hard, I take it. But, for anyone else, it isn’t too hard.
Summer shrugged again as she placed her make up bag on the table. She opened it and looked inside it, grabbing out her lipstick.
Summer McCoy: Red…the color of blood. The color that EZ Punk will witness this Sunday once I beat the living shit out of him.
Summer giggled softly as she placed the lipstick on her upper lip. She began to place the lipstick on it, slowly.
Summer McCoy:Bman? What the hell? Does that stand for like Batman or something? Who names their selves…Bman?
Summer shrugged as she began to place the lipstick on her lower lip. She finished that part and kissed her lips together. She then got up, putting the make up bag on the desk. She walked over to her closet.
Chelsea York: Summer? Where is your make up bag?
Summer McCoy: Just keep looking. You’ll find it.
Summer giggled softly as she grabbed a black dress from her closet. It was leather and very extravagant looking. She began to undress herself, shutting the door and locking it.
Summer McCoy: Oh, Bman, don’t you wish you could touch this body at night? Oh, Bman, don’t you wish you could please me at night?
Summer giggled as she pulled down her mini skirt, now in her lingerie. She taunted for a bit, doing some slutty dances, and showing off her sexy body. She smiled softly as she then put on the dress. She looked at herself in the mirror.
Summer McCoy: This is fine…
Summer nodded as she sat back down onto the stool with her make up. She grabbed her mascara and a couple of other things and placed them in front of her, putting those on now.
Summer McCoy: Soldado. I have some advice for you. Keep your damn name Saldado, or Soldado. Pick one! Jeez, you damn piece of shit.
Summer giggled as she loved swearing off her opponents.
Summer McCoy: I mean, I’ve never seen you wrestle, but I have been hearing how great and all you are. If you are really that great, why are you picking on a girl…like me?
Summer giggled softly, knowing she could take him out easily. She then placed her mascara away and worked on her eye liner. She worked on the right eye first.
Summer McCoy: It’s okay. I mean, it is the Summer season, so you can pick on me if you would like to. I could always kick your ass though.
Summer giggled softly as she began to work on her left eye.
Summer McCoy: And last, but not least, Willie Bard.
Summer giggled as she placed down the eye liner and ran towards her closet. She grabbed out something that was inflated. She turned around, so we could see nothing at all as we heard huffing and puffing noises.
Summer McCoy: Hope you like this one, Bard.
Summer continued huffing and puffing as she finally heard Chelsea again.
Chelsea York: Summer? I can’t find it anywhere. Do you mind if I get something to drink real fast? I’m so thirsty!
Summer shrugged.
Summer McCoy: Go ahead!
Summer then turned around, she stopping puffing. She then had something in her arms. It was a male blow up doll! His penis was the size of someone‘s pinky. Summer giggled as she walked over to her desk and picked up the make up.
Summer McCoy: This is…Willie Bard.
She then began to write: Willie Bard on it, still giggling.
Summer McCoy: Willie! I never noticed how small your penis was! Is that even possible? It’s as big as my pinky!
Summer giggled as she threw him back into the closet. She sighed as she clapped her hands together. She put all her make up away and came out of the room, smiling.
Chelsea York: I take it you found the…make up?
Summer nodded and smiled softly as she began to walk towards Chelsea. She made a little pose as she slipped on her high heeled boots.
Chelsea York: Summer! You look so lovely when you don’t dress up like a slut!
Summer McCoy: I do? Really?
Chelsea nodded as Summer took a seat next to her on the couch. Summer sighed and leaned back. She hoped this night went just right.
Summer McCoy: Tonight better go fine, or I will bite someone’s head off.
Chelsea York: It will, just calm down.
Summer nodded and breathed in deeply. She then exhaled fully as well. She looked at Chelsea and then at the door as loud knocking was heard.
Summer McCoy: Oh my god! Chelsea that’s him!
Chelsea York: Oh gosh! Answer it!
Summer shook her head.
Summer McCoy: You answer it!
Chelsea York: He’s your date!
Summer sighed. Her heart was beating so fast. She didn‘t know what to do. She didn‘t want to answer it and feel like some kind of a loser. She sighed and heard knocking again, in fear that he would leave soon if she didn‘t answer it.
Summer McCoy: Fine…I guess I have to. Go hide somewhere.
Chelsea nodded and was soon out of sight. Summer nodded, breathed in and walked slowly to the door. She placed her hand on the knob and opened it.
Summer McCoy: James!
James Marshall: Summer! How are you, sweetie?
Summer McCoy: I’m fine. Would you like to come in for a bit? We could get something to drink?
James nodded as he walked in. Summer sighed and smiled.
Summer McCoy: Just take a seat, and I will be back with the drinks.
Summer smiled hugely as she ran into the kitchen. She dug into the fridge, grabbing out some wine bottles. She poured them into two glass cups, sighing.
Summer McCoy: God, please let this go alright.
TO BE CONTINUED…
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Post by "Rockstar" Willie Bard on Jun 18, 2006 0:05:36 GMT -5
(Willie Bard and the teen walk into a high school gymnasium. It is very late at night, and Bard is noticably tired.)
Bard - Dude? Why are we here? It's 1 in the morning? Is this even legal?
Teen - Dude, relax. I already set this up with the principal. Don't worry about it.
(They walk up to the far wall where there are many knobs on the wall)
Bard - Umm... ok. A rock climbing wall. This is fantastic. Can I go home now?
Teen - No, because I've devised another training exercise. We're gonna see how well you climb.
Bard - That's all well and good, but why do we have to do this AT 1 AM?!
Teen - Because, in that match at One Ring, you're gonna be tired by the time you want to climb out of the match. I just want to see how well you can climb while tired.
Bard - Ugh... why do I even bother asking?
(Bard tries to climb up. He gets up about 5 feet on the wall, then falls down onto the mat underneath him)
Teen - Aww... c'mon Willie. That was pitiful. You can do better then that.
Bard - Not this late I can't...
(Bard tries to climb up the wall again. He makes it a little farther, and falls down again, but lands on his feet...)
Teen - Better. But you see that red sticker wayyyyy up there?
(Bard peers up and stares until he sees a tiny red sticker 3/4 the way up the wall.)
Bard - Wow... that's high...
Teen - That's how high the cage is gonna be. You're gonna have to climb that later today in that match.
(Bard tenses up. Then begins to climb. He makes it close to the top. And then he slaps the sticker. And then falls back down onto the mat)
Teen - There you go. You got it now. Now breathe.
(Willie just lays there, and we hear a snore come out of his nostril)
Teen - Willie? Willie?
(The teen snaps his fingers)
Teen - WILLIE! Wake up!
(The teen grabs a water bottle out of his pocket and sprays it all over Bard's face. He wakes up in an instant)
Bard - Was that necessary?!
Teen - Yes it was. Now, we need to go over some stuff. Then you can go home and sleep.
Bard - Fine.
Teen - Ok, first of all. What do you do if they team up on you.
Bard - Fight them off one at a time and hope the numbers game catches up on you.
Teen - Good. And, what do you have to do before you can escape?
Bard - Um.... put someone through a table.
Teen - Good. One last thing. When you're ready to climb...
Bard - ...make sure all you're opponents are knocked out.
Teen - Great Willie. I said it before, and I'll say it again. Willie Bard, you are ready.
Bard - Can I go to bed now?
Teen - Yeah. Let's go back to the hotel...
(The teen helps Bard up and they walk off as the scene fades to black)
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Post by Summer McCoy on Jun 18, 2006 5:51:49 GMT -5
Summer McCoy: God, please let this go alright.
Summer muttered to herself under her breath as she walked into the living room, now holding the two glasses of wine and the bottle of it underneath her armpit. She smiled as she walked over to James, placing everything down onto the table. James returned the smile as he grabbed the wine glass that was placed on the table.
Summer McCoy: I always thought big men like you only dated women like me for their looks. But, I don’t think that’s completely it.
Summer smiled softly as she took a seat beside him, still staring at him. She took a sip from her wine and then placed it down onto the table.
James Marshall: Well, I was like that a while back. But, I’ve come to learn to respect women more now-a-days. I just think they deserve as much as we do.
Summer nodded. She never heard a man say that to her in her entire life. She smiled as she just wanted to jump on top of him and give him a huge hug for saying something so deeply to a woman. She continued smiling as she grabbed his wine glass and placed it down onto the table. She then slowly began to move, so that she was sitting on his lap.
Summer McCoy: That was so…touching.
Summer said, in a very seducing voice.
James Marshall: Summer, wouldn’t you rather go to dinner…first? I am starving, and I would hope you were too.
Summer nodded as she slowly got off of his lap, still flirting by the way she looked at him. He then stood up as well, as he finished his wine glass.
Summer McCoy: You can leave it there, while we go out.
James Marshall: Are you sure? I could always put it in the sink real quick.
Summer smiled as she nodded. He picked up the wine bottles and walked over to the kitchen, disappearing out of sight. Summer quickly jumped onto the couch, happy. He was the dream man that she was looking for. And, he was possibly the man she wants for her entire life. Summer then realized that Chelsea was hiding in the closet. She quickly got up and snuck over to the closet door.
Summer McCoy: Chelsea, we’re leaving soon. Hang in there, alright? I know that’s the dirty laundry, but just hang on.
Chelsea York: Dirty laundry!?
Summer giggled softly as did Chelsea. Chelsea then banged on the door, causing a little noise to shatter throughout the hall. James came running into the hall where Summer was.
James Marshall: What’s going on? I heard a loud noise…and thought someone got hurt.
Summer McCoy: No, everything is alright. I just…slipped and hurt my head on the door. That’s all. No biggie.
James Marshall: Are you alright? Come over here, so I can check it out.
James sat onto the couch as Summer walked over to him, kicking the door to tell Chelsea to shut up. She then sat beside him, smiling softly.
James Marshall: You don’t have any bumps…I take it you are feeling fine?
Summer McCoy: Do I look fine?
James chuckled, knowing this was a trick question. He nodded, his answer being a yes. Summer giggled, that was the answer she was looking for.
Summer McCoy: Well, I think you are too.
James chuckled softly as Summer stood up. She grabbed him by his hand and lead him upwards, the two now walking towards the door. She held his hand tightly as she opened the door with her other hand.
Summer McCoy: Are you driving?
James Marshall: I’d feel like a fool if I didn’t.
Summer giggled softly as she then lead him to her car, instead of his. She handed him the keys in his right hand. She then took a seat in the passenger side. She watched as he got in, her smiling as he did so. She then focused onto the mirror, making sure she looked fine.
James Marshall: I can assure you that you look just perfect, Summer.
Summer nodded and giggled softly as she pulled the mirror away. She then nodded, waiting for him to start up the car so they could leave.
James Marshall: I’ve decided that we could go to this new Greek restaurant. Well, I am Greek and all, so I wanted to see if you like my type of food.
Summer nodded as he was about to begin driving. He placed the keys into the slot and was about to turn them on, until Summer reached out for his hand and stopped him.
Summer McCoy: I forgot something.
James Marshall: I can wait.
Summer nodded as she got out of the car and ran into the house. She opened the door and ran to the closet in which Chelsea was in.
Summer McCoy: Chelsea? You still here?
Summer sighed as she walked into her bedroom, seeing the window opened. Looks like Chelsea decided to go a bit Catwoman on us, as she decided to exit by using the window in Summer‘s room. Summer sighed as she reached for her lipstick.
Summer McCoy: I didn’t put any of this on yet, and I also forgot my purse.
Summer said, as she applied a think layer of lipstick on her upper lip.
Summer McCoy: Oh yeah, so this match up is, EZ Punk, Soldado, Willie Bard, and Bman? Alright.
Summer nodded as she applied a second coding over the top lip.
Summer McCoy: Bman and EZ Punk can be eliminated easily in this match. Both seem to be new and have no wrestling skills what so ever, so I just need to worry about Soldado and Bard.
Summer nodded as she went for her bottom lip.
Summer McCoy: Well, actually, not Soldado. Just Bard. Well, barely Bard! I can take him easily. But, I need to worry about getting out of that ring and pinning someone as well.
Summer placed the cap on her lipstick and kissed her lips together, looking fantastic. She then grabbed her purse from her couch and ran outside, running into the car. She smiled softly as she sat down next to him.
Summer McCoy: Alright, captain. Let’s go whenever you’re ready.
James Marshall: I’m ready when you’re ready.
Summer McCoy: Ready.
James nodded as he then turned the car on, reversing slightly. He then pulled out of the parking space and began to drive out onto the road.
Summer McCoy: So, tell me a bit about yourself.
James Marshall: Well, what would you like to know about me?
Summer shrugged as she looked at herself in the side mirror, making sure everything looked fine, as well as everything going fine.
Summer McCoy: Uh…how old are you?
James Marshall: Well, I’m going to be 26 next month. And yourself?
Summer giggled softly, finding it funny how she could be going on a date with someone she didn‘t know too much about. She thought he was cute and all, but he could turn into her worst nightmare.
James Marshall: Why the giggling?
Summer McCoy: Oh, nothing. Well, I’m 23. I’m going to turn 24 next month, so yeah. We have the same months for our birthdays.
James Marshall: We sure do. What day is yours?
Summer McCoy: The second, yours?
James Marshall: The twenty-second.
Summer nodded. They had pretty much a lot in common, seeing as both of them were pretty built for what they were. They were both around the same age, him being older by about two years. She liked older men anyways. But, not too old!
James Marshall: This restaurant is pretty close to your house. I never noticed how close it was to here.
Summer nodded, losing interest in this conversation fast.
Summer McCoy: I think I see it there.
James looked and nodded. The restaurant was huge. It was as big as three Walgreen‘s put together. It was gorgeous on the outside, and hopefully was in the inside. They then arrived there, parking the car. Summer smiled as she stepped out, smirking at him.
James Marshall: Here we are, my lady.
Summer McCoy: We sure are, my man.
Summer giggled as the two hooked arms and began to walk. The cars around them were all parked, as more cars came through the isles pass them. They then arrived to the front of the restaurant door, arms still hooked around together.
James Marshall: Ladies first.
Summer McCoy: Why thank you.
TO BE CONTINUED…
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Post by Summer McCoy on Jun 18, 2006 6:28:14 GMT -5
Summer McCoy: Why thank you.
Summer smiled softly as she walked into the big restaurant. She smiled, astonished on how big and extravagant this place would cost him. She then walked up to the registrar as she waited for him to respond to her. She grabbed James by the hand and soon hooked arms with him.
Registrar: May I help you?
James Marshall: Yes, a table for two?
Registrar: Sorry, sir, we don’t have any tables opened for two any longer. We only have a table for one, and that is one table only.
James Marshall: But, I booked it already. You can’t just give it away.
Registrar: What is your name?
James Marshall: James…Marshall.
James looked at Summer and then back at the registrar. Summer sighed. He‘d better get them seats soon! Summer was wearing stilettos, and those hurt to stand in forever! She then began to get a bit impatient, as she was nagging at times.
Summer McCoy: Could you by any chance, read that list a bit faster? These stilettos are killing me, literally.
The registrar looked up at Summer and rolled his eyes, looking back down at the paper. Summer then raised her eyebrow, giving one of those: Oh no you didn‘t looks.
Summer McCoy: Excuse me, but I’d appreciate it if you wouldn’t give me such a dirty look. I mean, I understand you look bad and all but--
James interrupted her, not wanting this to get out of hand.
Registrar: I don’t see your name on the list anywhere.
Summer could tell he was lying, because when he said that, he looked directly at Summer and gave her one of those looks. Those looks that made it seem like you guys were enemies forever.
Summer McCoy: Whatever, we don’t need this cheap ass place anyways. Do you know who I am? I am Summer McCoy!
The registrar looked up at her, his eyes widening.
Registrar: Summer McCoy? The Summer McCoy from OTB? I love your work! Oh please, sign this napkin!
Summer sighed, honestly not wanting to do it. But, she thought, possibly they would be able to get in and get in for free instead of having to pay.
Summer McCoy: As long as we can get in, alright?
Registrar: Alright!
Summer McCoy: For free?
Registrar: Er…alright.
Summer smirked as she grabbed the pen from inside his top pocket. She began to write her name on the napkin, it coming out as a black fine texture. She then handed it to him and grabbed James by the hand, dragging him along.
Summer McCoy: Isn’t it good rolling with someone famous?
James Marshall: Well, yes, but that isn’t why I like you and all.
Summer giggled, seeing as he was lost for words. She found an empty table for two, and sat down. She smiled softly as she grabbed the wine bottle and poured herself, followed by him.
Summer McCoy: Once again, thanks for taking me out here tonight.
James Marshall: Summer, you said thank you about twenty times during the car ride. I think I get what thanks means.
Summer giggled softly, as did James. He was playing around, seeing as he loved playing around a lot. But, that was always a plus in a guy.
Summer McCoy: Well, how is everything with you? Your family?
James nodded slowly, as Summer picked up her menu. She scanned it, knowing what she wanted before even looking at it.
James Marshall: We are all fine…I suppose.
Summer nodded as the waiter came right away to them, asking for an autograph. Summer gave him one, and the two ordered.
Waiter: What would you like to order?
Summer McCoy: A salad.
James Marshall: Just a salad? Are you sure?
Summer McCoy: Yes, I’m sure.
Summer rolled her eyes slightly, that being the first time he ticked her off a bit. It was a real small reason, but it was always huge for Summer. Of course she was sure! Otherwise she wouldn‘t have said that, idiot!
James Marshall: I’ll order the salad and the Salisbury steak.
Waiter: Alright. Your servings will come within minutes.
Summer gave him a fake smile as she looked at James. James gave her a smile as she returned it back. She then picked up her glass of wine and sipped it.
Summer McCoy: So, everything is going just fine, huh?
James Marshall: Everything is going perfect, Summer.
Summer smiled softly as their food arrived. Summer grabbed her salad and placed it in front of her, adding all the juicy dressing onto it immediately. This probably wouldn‘t fill her up, but it was definitely better than sitting around with Chelsea all day.
Summer McCoy: This sure looks delicious.
Summer said, trying to start somewhat of a conversation. She then began to dig in, as she took a bite off of her fork and into her mouth.
Summer McCoy: So, you are a cop?
James Marshall: Part-time. I’m also a security guard.
Summer nodded. He could watch over her any day, any time he wanted to. But, then again, she already had many body guards.
James Marshall: And you of course, are the famous Summer McCoy. The wrestler for OTB, right?
Summer nodded, taking another bite from her salad. James began to cut his pieces of steak into little pieces, as he began to now eat them.
Summer McCoy: So, did you ever finish school?
James Marshall: Well, I did finish high school and a year or two of college.
Summer nodded. That was always great. He finished half of college, and finished all of high school. Most guys she dated couldn‘t even pass the eleventh grade! She then continued eating her salad, almost done. James quickly finished his steak, not wanting to make Summer wait.
James Marshall: I can already tell that you finished college, correct?
Summer McCoy: Correct.
Summer smiled softly as she took a bite and another, and was soon finished with her salad. She placed the bowl down as James was half way done with his. He ate like a pig, but was ever so sweet.
James Marshall: That was delicious!
Summer giggled softly, nodding. She had to agree. It was good, although it wasn‘t too much of Greek food.
James Marshall: Why don’t I drop ya off home?
Summer nodded, smiling sweetly. The two got up from the table, not having to pay, seeing as they were free. They walked out and entered the car. Before you knew it, Summer was in front of her house, with James.
Summer McCoy: Thanks for walking me to the door.
James Marshall: No problem.
Summer McCoy: Is it just me, or does this so feel like High School?
James chuckled a bit. Summer smiled as the two stood in front of her door for a couple of minutes, doing nothing. Summer then leaned in towards his face, him leaning in too. Their lips met with each other as they then kissed.
James Marshall: Thanks.
Summer nodded as she waved to James as he walked away. She was definitely going to call him again after that kiss! She walked into her house, running into her room and jumping onto the bed, taking off her stilettos first.
Summer McCoy: No more pain!
Summer giggled softly as she then looked up at the ceiling.
Summer McCoy: Listen, Punk, Bard, Fortun, and Bman. I will not go easy tomorrow when we fight. I will not go easy just for you guys. Hell, I’ll go even a bit hard, just to show what I can be like. But, without further ado, I need some rest. I can talk about you jerks later.
Summer giggled softly as she closed her eyes on her bed, slowly falling to sleep as the scene slowly faded away to nothing but a black empty screen.
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