Post by Deleted on Aug 5, 2013 0:02:21 GMT -5
The following footage was banned from airing by the "decision makers" at EPPW. However, thanks to anonymous sources (S-PAC) EPPW.com are able to bring you this footage, recorded on Slam tonight!
/Backstage at the arena, Ana Valentine is leaning against the wall outside the S-PAC locker room. Her eyes are a little glazed as she leans more to one side than the other, appearing to be a little unsteady on her feet. She watches the EPPW crew mill about, doing their jobs, with a disinterested and slightly disdainful expression. Ana pushes off from the wall, making as though to turn on her foot and go back inside the locker room, but she stumbles over her own feet, now appearing to be heavily inebriated. ..
As she regains her balance, she turns slightly, in an attempt to align herself with the door, but instead turns straight into Eric Price, her body literally slamming into his in the process. As she comes to realize who she knocked into, Ana’s shoulder pull back and she leans in closer, going as close as nose to nose with him as her height difference will allow.
Eric Price looks disgusted and pulls back slightly, waving a hand in front of his face as though to move the air and shakes his head, Ana keeps her shoulders back and stares Eric down for a moment as she crosses his hands over his chest, she points a finger in his face, her words slightly slurred as she speaks.
Ana Valentine: You are a fucking pussy Price! You swan around here like the big I am! Like you own the... OKAY! So you do own the place, but still, that doesn’t make you better than me! You are nothing, look at you a poor... a poor uhm.. A poor excuse for a man, you can’t even compete without that red headed BITCH to back you up! Look at you now, stood here without all of your little cretins scrambling to get a chance to suck you dick... Take all of that away and what are you? A poor snivelling joke of a man, you make me sick!
Ana sways ever-so-slightly as she speaks and her voice begins to get louder and louder, making the words more and more slurred. Eric simply regards Ana in a disgusted silence as she finishes her tirade.
Ana Valentine: What is it about me that you just don’t seem to grasp Eric?! It’s almost as if you are SCARED of taking me on, why is that!? Is it the fact that I don’t fit into what YOU think a woman should do in this business? I mean, just because I don’t want to play some prissy little uptight VIRGIN! Are you so scared that I could prove all of your bullshit to be just that, that you can’t even make good on a threat and step into that ring with me! Is that it? No, no of course not... I know what it is you know, I got you covered... You are a fucking PUSSY! You talk a big game but when it comes down to it, you’re about as capable of beating me as you are of pleasing a woman....
Ana starts to laugh and she leans close in to Price’s face, the alcohol smell on her breath as she whispers this last part causing him to reel back almost instantaneously.
Ana Valentine: Which has to be pretty fucking impossible with a MANGINA?
Eric appears to have heard enough, he holds up a hand and simply stares at Ana with a look of pure contempt. He almost scoffs as he watches her sway slightly on the spot, barely in a fit state to stand, for the second time this week.
Eric Price: SHUT UP! JUST FOR ONCE SHUT THE FUCK UP!
Eric looks downright furious at this point.
Eric Price: YOU Ana Valentine ... you are a nothing but a cancer on my company! You promote no ethics and absolutely no morals to speak of! Even now, you stand there so intoxicated that I would be surprised if you could spell your own name! You are an absolute disgrace and embarrassment.
Eric steps forward, stepping into Ana’s space, braving the smell of the liquor in order to make his point. He regards her again, looking her up and down very slowly he shakes his head.
Eric Price: My God ... look at you ... YOU'RE PATHETIC! You should be ashamed of yourself. I am ashamed to call you an employee... Mark my words Ana Valentine – Should you continue down this path of immorality and lewd behavior, you may find yourself in the gutter for good. And just so you know, I would love it if only because you'd prove me right and this is all because Sarah Twilight didn't love you now isn't it?
Ana pushes up against Eric, getting right into his space, she narrows her eyes and stares him down, the alcohol not enough to take her complete off her game, she mutters something under her breath so foul and full of expletives it wouldn’t be air-able had the camera’s caught it
Ana then raises her hand and slaps the taste right out of Eric’s mouth, she laughs slightly as she does this. As drunk as she may appear to be, her aim is not affected and she strikes him clear across the cheek.
Eric Price: Bitch, THAT'S IT!
Eric steps up to Ana and the two begin to square off, when Scott Savage appears behind Ana, grabbing her arm gently he pulls her back, probably saving her from herself at this point and begins to steer her away from Eric, who stands his ground, looking down his nose at both Ana and Scott, who decides to let the look ride, in order to remove Ana from the situation.
As Scott begins to walk Ana away, he hands her a cup of coffee and mutters something to her about needing to sober up because she is already behind schedule.
Eric Price turns on his heel and continues on in the direction he was originally going, placing a hand to his cheek and rubbing it slightly as he disappears off down the hall.1
/Backstage at the arena, Ana Valentine is leaning against the wall outside the S-PAC locker room. Her eyes are a little glazed as she leans more to one side than the other, appearing to be a little unsteady on her feet. She watches the EPPW crew mill about, doing their jobs, with a disinterested and slightly disdainful expression. Ana pushes off from the wall, making as though to turn on her foot and go back inside the locker room, but she stumbles over her own feet, now appearing to be heavily inebriated. ..
As she regains her balance, she turns slightly, in an attempt to align herself with the door, but instead turns straight into Eric Price, her body literally slamming into his in the process. As she comes to realize who she knocked into, Ana’s shoulder pull back and she leans in closer, going as close as nose to nose with him as her height difference will allow.
Eric Price looks disgusted and pulls back slightly, waving a hand in front of his face as though to move the air and shakes his head, Ana keeps her shoulders back and stares Eric down for a moment as she crosses his hands over his chest, she points a finger in his face, her words slightly slurred as she speaks.
Ana Valentine: You are a fucking pussy Price! You swan around here like the big I am! Like you own the... OKAY! So you do own the place, but still, that doesn’t make you better than me! You are nothing, look at you a poor... a poor uhm.. A poor excuse for a man, you can’t even compete without that red headed BITCH to back you up! Look at you now, stood here without all of your little cretins scrambling to get a chance to suck you dick... Take all of that away and what are you? A poor snivelling joke of a man, you make me sick!
Ana sways ever-so-slightly as she speaks and her voice begins to get louder and louder, making the words more and more slurred. Eric simply regards Ana in a disgusted silence as she finishes her tirade.
Ana Valentine: What is it about me that you just don’t seem to grasp Eric?! It’s almost as if you are SCARED of taking me on, why is that!? Is it the fact that I don’t fit into what YOU think a woman should do in this business? I mean, just because I don’t want to play some prissy little uptight VIRGIN! Are you so scared that I could prove all of your bullshit to be just that, that you can’t even make good on a threat and step into that ring with me! Is that it? No, no of course not... I know what it is you know, I got you covered... You are a fucking PUSSY! You talk a big game but when it comes down to it, you’re about as capable of beating me as you are of pleasing a woman....
Ana starts to laugh and she leans close in to Price’s face, the alcohol smell on her breath as she whispers this last part causing him to reel back almost instantaneously.
Ana Valentine: Which has to be pretty fucking impossible with a MANGINA?
Eric appears to have heard enough, he holds up a hand and simply stares at Ana with a look of pure contempt. He almost scoffs as he watches her sway slightly on the spot, barely in a fit state to stand, for the second time this week.
Eric Price: SHUT UP! JUST FOR ONCE SHUT THE FUCK UP!
Eric looks downright furious at this point.
Eric Price: YOU Ana Valentine ... you are a nothing but a cancer on my company! You promote no ethics and absolutely no morals to speak of! Even now, you stand there so intoxicated that I would be surprised if you could spell your own name! You are an absolute disgrace and embarrassment.
Eric steps forward, stepping into Ana’s space, braving the smell of the liquor in order to make his point. He regards her again, looking her up and down very slowly he shakes his head.
Eric Price: My God ... look at you ... YOU'RE PATHETIC! You should be ashamed of yourself. I am ashamed to call you an employee... Mark my words Ana Valentine – Should you continue down this path of immorality and lewd behavior, you may find yourself in the gutter for good. And just so you know, I would love it if only because you'd prove me right and this is all because Sarah Twilight didn't love you now isn't it?
Ana pushes up against Eric, getting right into his space, she narrows her eyes and stares him down, the alcohol not enough to take her complete off her game, she mutters something under her breath so foul and full of expletives it wouldn’t be air-able had the camera’s caught it
Ana then raises her hand and slaps the taste right out of Eric’s mouth, she laughs slightly as she does this. As drunk as she may appear to be, her aim is not affected and she strikes him clear across the cheek.
Eric Price: Bitch, THAT'S IT!
Eric steps up to Ana and the two begin to square off, when Scott Savage appears behind Ana, grabbing her arm gently he pulls her back, probably saving her from herself at this point and begins to steer her away from Eric, who stands his ground, looking down his nose at both Ana and Scott, who decides to let the look ride, in order to remove Ana from the situation.
As Scott begins to walk Ana away, he hands her a cup of coffee and mutters something to her about needing to sober up because she is already behind schedule.
Eric Price turns on his heel and continues on in the direction he was originally going, placing a hand to his cheek and rubbing it slightly as he disappears off down the hall.1
