Post by Summer McCoy on Aug 8, 2006 18:52:38 GMT -5
James Marshall: So did everything go as planned?
Summer McCoy: What do you think? Jeez…
James Marshall: I guess not?
Summer McCoy: I’m sorry, honey. I’m just really pissed off right now. I just can’t believe this, like at all.
James Marshall: I don’t know too much about your wrestling career and all, but this does sound a bit unfair.
Summer McCoy: A bit? Damnit, who’s side are you on?
The scene opened up with blaring noises. Cars were scattered all over the place, on the street that is. Traffic was just killing everyone. The heat was so exhausting that it just wore everyone out. Whenever you would look to your right or left, that would take away about fifty percent of your energy. The heat was almost as if a demon, that struck at you, sucking up all of your energy. The heat affected everyone that was trapped in there conditioned cars. But, it had the least affect on someone. Someone with the name that spelt out heat. Someone that was hot and feisty, and never bothered by extreme warming temperatures. Summer McCoy. Her name was Summer. Any idiot could tell that Summer is the hottest season of all. It had the roaring one hundred degrees. Fall couldn‘t compare to that, nor Winter. Now, we all know a name is just a name, but this name was also a personality of her. Summer took shit from no one, and would burn you down until you gave up. Summer was the ultimate diva, the ultimate player. Summer was the M.V.P. of any federation she has been in. Now, the reason to why she is so angry…Well, we‘ll let you find out about that.
James Marshall: You know I’m on your side. Why would I choose another? Summer?
Summer McCoy: I don’t know. I’m just frustrated. I need to call Chelsea, I need to ask WHY I WASN’T ON THE HWF PAY PER VIEW CARD! I need answers and fast.
James Marshall: I know, I know. You will get answers, I promise. But, just not from me.
Summer McCoy: Of course not.
James Marshall: Hey, I have to go back to work, but I want you to stay strong and get those answers. Don’t cave in. Bye, honey.
Summer McCoy: Bye.
Summer hung up the phone, biting her lower lip as it was done. She then looked at her phone and threw it down onto the passenger seat, a bit angered.
Summer McCoy: I wasn’t even put on the damn pay per view. This sucks so much, I just want to kill someone! No. Hold in your anger. You might have a match next week. Keep it in. I’ll just take it out on whoever gets in my way.
Summer nodded. The last time she was this angered would have to be when she never got her way. Her way for anything that is. But, recently, she‘s been getting her ways. She‘s the current HWF UN-Limited X Champion, almost for two months, and still running. Summer enjoyed where she was going with HWF, and that was the reason why she would never quit it.
Summer McCoy: Damnit. I need to call Chelsea and find out if I have a match this week. I better have one, I am tired of getting left out.
Summer sighed as she honked her horn at the car in front of her. She could see in their window that he was old. She hated when older people would drive, because they usually were slow. Hell, some couldn‘t hear. They could die at any minute. Summer continued pressing the small horn on her steering wheel, in which represented the honking noise. She continued pressing it, again, and again, and again. Finally the car moved up, but it did only for a centimeter. It BARELY moved, and that ticked off Summer even more. She sighed, banging her head against the wheel.
Summer McCoy: I should get another car. A car that can damn fly. A car that will go over all these annoying peoples cars!
If no one thought that Summer was going crazy, they must of thought wrong. Summer sighed, honking her horn over and over. Some cars even continued to flick her off, but she was too angered to notice it. If she was to notice that, she would exit her car and attack them. Literally.
Summer McCoy: I need to call Chelsea, before I go out and walk the rest of my damn way.
Summer rolled her eyes as she abruptly grabbed her cell phone. She placed it in front of her steering wheel, not having any hands to drive right now. Well, she didn‘t need any, seeing as the cars weren‘t moving at all. She then dialed Chelsea‘s number, sighing as she did so.
Summer McCoy: Chelsea, pick up or I’ll kill someone.
Chelsea York: Hello?
Summer McCoy: Yes! It’s Summer.
Chelsea York: Oh, what’s up?
Summer McCoy: Chelsea, I am going to kill someone. This traffic better hurry the hell up, these old people better drop dead, and HWF better have me a match this week.
Chelsea York: Well, I got two bad things to tell you, and one good thing.
Summer McCoy: Bad first.
Chelsea York: I can’t promise you traffic will go faster. Oh, and I can’t promise you that those old people will drop dead either.
Summer McCoy: Uh-huh…
Chelsea York: BUT…I can promise you that you do have a match for HWF. And, I have another bad thing to tell you as well.
Summer McCoy: Okay, good, I have a match.
Chelsea York: Well, the reason why you didn’t have one last week, was because I told them to let you relax for some time. I mean, you were looking very stressed out, and all. Plus, it wasn’t anything main, right?
Summer dropped the cell phone down onto her lap. Her eyes slowly turned to a bright red, the foam about to shoot out of her ears. She felt like flying to Chelsea, slapping her a couple times and throwing her out the window. How could she do this? How could she tell Hudson not to book her? That was by far the worst decision she has ever made!
Summer McCoy: YOU WHAT?!
Chelsea York: I had to. Well, I didn’t have to, but I thought it was best for you. James agreed with me. Didn’t he tell you?
Summer McCoy: So, James lied to me? James did have answers!? That little bastard. You both should be ashamed of yourselves! How could you do this without asking me, Chelsea? I thought you cared about what I thought.
Chelsea York: I do, Summer. I’m sorry. But, I did get you your match this week, okay? You are up against a new guy. His name is Mark Wilder. He’s new, so how hard could this possibly be, right? Come on…agree with me.
Summer McCoy: Fine. You’re right. But, don’t think that I’m not mad at you or James. You both owe me a talk later on.
Chelsea York: Alright, if that makes you feel better.
Summer McCoy: It does. So, what about you? Living the sweet life, I suppose. Just being a model, a manager, having not to train.
Chelsea York: Summer, you know I train. You’re the one that trains me! You train me every Saturday, so don’t come with that I don’t train. I’m alright, just a bit mad like you. Chris, he isn’t with me anymore.
Summer wasn‘t even paying any attention to Chelsea. She was way to pissed off to just listen to her babble on and on. She was more interested in at honking to the old man in front of her. She liked pestering on people, but it didn‘t really matter much. She continued honking, until she abruptly stopped, hearing what Chelsea said about Chris.
Summer McCoy: You just met him, and already it’s over?
Chelsea York: Yes…
Summer McCoy: Chelsea, Chelsea, Chelsea! Do you know how to keep a relationship lasting? I mean, come on!
Chelsea York: I just didn’t like him that much…he was kind of…bleh. Blah. You know? Like when the guy is just…eugh?
Summer McCoy: I might know if you’d actually speak ENGLISH to me.
Summer could hear Chelsea sighing on the other line. She felt somewhat bad, seeing as Summer was messing around with her. Chelsea was being serious…for once. Summer didn‘t really care that she was bothering Chelsea. Chelsea and James did lie to Summer. Summer went crazy for a reason that could‘ve quickly stopped her from turning into the Exorcist!
Summer McCoy: Okay, okay. I understand. So, now what? Are you going to go after a guy like your old ex? A rapper? Or, like the other ex, a prep? Oh, or what about that guy in that boy band? The pop one, not the punk band.
Chelsea York: I don’t know…maybe a mixture of all of them?
Summer giggled softly, as did Chelsea. It was going to be hard for her to find someone that loved pop music, as well as punk, and rap! We all know rap people do NOT like punks. Preps just don‘t fit in with rappers at all. It‘s a had mix up for her to find, but oh well.
Summer McCoy: Chelsea, you amaze me sometimes. But, I have to go. The road is finally clearing up so I can drive some more.
Chelsea York: Okay, fine. Bye.
Summer McCoy: Don’t sound so depressing. Who wouldn’t want to fuck someone like you? You’ll find someone else, you gold digger.
They both giggled as Summer then hung up her cell phone, followed by Chelsea hanging up hers. Summer blew the little strands of hair that were in her face away, as she cracked a little smile upon her serious face.
Summer McCoy: Wilder. Mark, whatever the hell your name is. I’m sorry to tell you, but you are going down this week. You will not believe how much heat I will bring to that ring. You do not understand how much pain and such is stored inside of me. You will go down, and I will put up a hell of a fight against you.
Summer nodded her head, continuing her driving.
Summer McCoy: You might think you’re stronger because you’re a man. But, no. You aren’t. I’ve beaten men like hell. I have the damn UN-Limited X Championship! Of course I am good! You are going down this week, sorry to say that to you. But, you will lose your debut match.
Summer smirked as she turned the corner, spotting her apartment for this week.
Summer McCoy: You are going DOWN. And, Summer will bring the heat to you. You are about to get heated up, Mr. Wilder.
With that being sad, Summer giggled loudly as she continued driving. The camera went out of her car, losing sight of her face, and towards the back of her car. It watched her as she neared her apartment building. It watched her enter and such, before slowly turning off into a black and blank screen. The camera then shut off.
Summer McCoy: What do you think? Jeez…
James Marshall: I guess not?
Summer McCoy: I’m sorry, honey. I’m just really pissed off right now. I just can’t believe this, like at all.
James Marshall: I don’t know too much about your wrestling career and all, but this does sound a bit unfair.
Summer McCoy: A bit? Damnit, who’s side are you on?
The scene opened up with blaring noises. Cars were scattered all over the place, on the street that is. Traffic was just killing everyone. The heat was so exhausting that it just wore everyone out. Whenever you would look to your right or left, that would take away about fifty percent of your energy. The heat was almost as if a demon, that struck at you, sucking up all of your energy. The heat affected everyone that was trapped in there conditioned cars. But, it had the least affect on someone. Someone with the name that spelt out heat. Someone that was hot and feisty, and never bothered by extreme warming temperatures. Summer McCoy. Her name was Summer. Any idiot could tell that Summer is the hottest season of all. It had the roaring one hundred degrees. Fall couldn‘t compare to that, nor Winter. Now, we all know a name is just a name, but this name was also a personality of her. Summer took shit from no one, and would burn you down until you gave up. Summer was the ultimate diva, the ultimate player. Summer was the M.V.P. of any federation she has been in. Now, the reason to why she is so angry…Well, we‘ll let you find out about that.
James Marshall: You know I’m on your side. Why would I choose another? Summer?
Summer McCoy: I don’t know. I’m just frustrated. I need to call Chelsea, I need to ask WHY I WASN’T ON THE HWF PAY PER VIEW CARD! I need answers and fast.
James Marshall: I know, I know. You will get answers, I promise. But, just not from me.
Summer McCoy: Of course not.
James Marshall: Hey, I have to go back to work, but I want you to stay strong and get those answers. Don’t cave in. Bye, honey.
Summer McCoy: Bye.
Summer hung up the phone, biting her lower lip as it was done. She then looked at her phone and threw it down onto the passenger seat, a bit angered.
Summer McCoy: I wasn’t even put on the damn pay per view. This sucks so much, I just want to kill someone! No. Hold in your anger. You might have a match next week. Keep it in. I’ll just take it out on whoever gets in my way.
Summer nodded. The last time she was this angered would have to be when she never got her way. Her way for anything that is. But, recently, she‘s been getting her ways. She‘s the current HWF UN-Limited X Champion, almost for two months, and still running. Summer enjoyed where she was going with HWF, and that was the reason why she would never quit it.
Summer McCoy: Damnit. I need to call Chelsea and find out if I have a match this week. I better have one, I am tired of getting left out.
Summer sighed as she honked her horn at the car in front of her. She could see in their window that he was old. She hated when older people would drive, because they usually were slow. Hell, some couldn‘t hear. They could die at any minute. Summer continued pressing the small horn on her steering wheel, in which represented the honking noise. She continued pressing it, again, and again, and again. Finally the car moved up, but it did only for a centimeter. It BARELY moved, and that ticked off Summer even more. She sighed, banging her head against the wheel.
Summer McCoy: I should get another car. A car that can damn fly. A car that will go over all these annoying peoples cars!
If no one thought that Summer was going crazy, they must of thought wrong. Summer sighed, honking her horn over and over. Some cars even continued to flick her off, but she was too angered to notice it. If she was to notice that, she would exit her car and attack them. Literally.
Summer McCoy: I need to call Chelsea, before I go out and walk the rest of my damn way.
Summer rolled her eyes as she abruptly grabbed her cell phone. She placed it in front of her steering wheel, not having any hands to drive right now. Well, she didn‘t need any, seeing as the cars weren‘t moving at all. She then dialed Chelsea‘s number, sighing as she did so.
Summer McCoy: Chelsea, pick up or I’ll kill someone.
Chelsea York: Hello?
Summer McCoy: Yes! It’s Summer.
Chelsea York: Oh, what’s up?
Summer McCoy: Chelsea, I am going to kill someone. This traffic better hurry the hell up, these old people better drop dead, and HWF better have me a match this week.
Chelsea York: Well, I got two bad things to tell you, and one good thing.
Summer McCoy: Bad first.
Chelsea York: I can’t promise you traffic will go faster. Oh, and I can’t promise you that those old people will drop dead either.
Summer McCoy: Uh-huh…
Chelsea York: BUT…I can promise you that you do have a match for HWF. And, I have another bad thing to tell you as well.
Summer McCoy: Okay, good, I have a match.
Chelsea York: Well, the reason why you didn’t have one last week, was because I told them to let you relax for some time. I mean, you were looking very stressed out, and all. Plus, it wasn’t anything main, right?
Summer dropped the cell phone down onto her lap. Her eyes slowly turned to a bright red, the foam about to shoot out of her ears. She felt like flying to Chelsea, slapping her a couple times and throwing her out the window. How could she do this? How could she tell Hudson not to book her? That was by far the worst decision she has ever made!
Summer McCoy: YOU WHAT?!
Chelsea York: I had to. Well, I didn’t have to, but I thought it was best for you. James agreed with me. Didn’t he tell you?
Summer McCoy: So, James lied to me? James did have answers!? That little bastard. You both should be ashamed of yourselves! How could you do this without asking me, Chelsea? I thought you cared about what I thought.
Chelsea York: I do, Summer. I’m sorry. But, I did get you your match this week, okay? You are up against a new guy. His name is Mark Wilder. He’s new, so how hard could this possibly be, right? Come on…agree with me.
Summer McCoy: Fine. You’re right. But, don’t think that I’m not mad at you or James. You both owe me a talk later on.
Chelsea York: Alright, if that makes you feel better.
Summer McCoy: It does. So, what about you? Living the sweet life, I suppose. Just being a model, a manager, having not to train.
Chelsea York: Summer, you know I train. You’re the one that trains me! You train me every Saturday, so don’t come with that I don’t train. I’m alright, just a bit mad like you. Chris, he isn’t with me anymore.
Summer wasn‘t even paying any attention to Chelsea. She was way to pissed off to just listen to her babble on and on. She was more interested in at honking to the old man in front of her. She liked pestering on people, but it didn‘t really matter much. She continued honking, until she abruptly stopped, hearing what Chelsea said about Chris.
Summer McCoy: You just met him, and already it’s over?
Chelsea York: Yes…
Summer McCoy: Chelsea, Chelsea, Chelsea! Do you know how to keep a relationship lasting? I mean, come on!
Chelsea York: I just didn’t like him that much…he was kind of…bleh. Blah. You know? Like when the guy is just…eugh?
Summer McCoy: I might know if you’d actually speak ENGLISH to me.
Summer could hear Chelsea sighing on the other line. She felt somewhat bad, seeing as Summer was messing around with her. Chelsea was being serious…for once. Summer didn‘t really care that she was bothering Chelsea. Chelsea and James did lie to Summer. Summer went crazy for a reason that could‘ve quickly stopped her from turning into the Exorcist!
Summer McCoy: Okay, okay. I understand. So, now what? Are you going to go after a guy like your old ex? A rapper? Or, like the other ex, a prep? Oh, or what about that guy in that boy band? The pop one, not the punk band.
Chelsea York: I don’t know…maybe a mixture of all of them?
Summer giggled softly, as did Chelsea. It was going to be hard for her to find someone that loved pop music, as well as punk, and rap! We all know rap people do NOT like punks. Preps just don‘t fit in with rappers at all. It‘s a had mix up for her to find, but oh well.
Summer McCoy: Chelsea, you amaze me sometimes. But, I have to go. The road is finally clearing up so I can drive some more.
Chelsea York: Okay, fine. Bye.
Summer McCoy: Don’t sound so depressing. Who wouldn’t want to fuck someone like you? You’ll find someone else, you gold digger.
They both giggled as Summer then hung up her cell phone, followed by Chelsea hanging up hers. Summer blew the little strands of hair that were in her face away, as she cracked a little smile upon her serious face.
Summer McCoy: Wilder. Mark, whatever the hell your name is. I’m sorry to tell you, but you are going down this week. You will not believe how much heat I will bring to that ring. You do not understand how much pain and such is stored inside of me. You will go down, and I will put up a hell of a fight against you.
Summer nodded her head, continuing her driving.
Summer McCoy: You might think you’re stronger because you’re a man. But, no. You aren’t. I’ve beaten men like hell. I have the damn UN-Limited X Championship! Of course I am good! You are going down this week, sorry to say that to you. But, you will lose your debut match.
Summer smirked as she turned the corner, spotting her apartment for this week.
Summer McCoy: You are going DOWN. And, Summer will bring the heat to you. You are about to get heated up, Mr. Wilder.
With that being sad, Summer giggled loudly as she continued driving. The camera went out of her car, losing sight of her face, and towards the back of her car. It watched her as she neared her apartment building. It watched her enter and such, before slowly turning off into a black and blank screen. The camera then shut off.
