Post by Deleted on May 2, 2011 16:15:35 GMT -5
The only one who can stop me, is me.... And I can take her!
Conflicted... there is so much prose, so much self doubt and loathing ingrained in many of my opponents this week. Their weakness, their own ego, will be their downfall. I should be glad, I am aware, to be given such an opportunity and yet... it feels as though it is a disapointment, second best. The World Title... the holy grail, just a taste of a chance at it should be enough to set any wrestlers tastebuds on salivate but stil... I cannot be glad, or thankful of this chance. Gold, glory, it all seems so fruitless, so without passion. Why should I care to compete against those who see me still as the little girl who snuck into the adult video store? Why should I feel the need to impress myself upon them, to mark up my place, my right to be there? Everyone is so consumed with appearances... with reputations, things to me that seem pointless. Yes, it is a great honour indeed to be included in this number one contendership match, but it was not my desire.
Who would? Indeed, who would desire to be surronded by such a lot? Tainted.... Moral-less..... Failures. Each one of the men in this match-up is tainted with t failure, they stink of it. It has absorbed them, it is all that they are. All that they can be.. Each in their own way is less than what they should be. And so perhaps I should be pleased, it is a simple, easy time to strike. It is natural, Organic even to see this opportunity as one of a mammoth porportion.... So perhaps it is not the oppoents themselves who are so un-attractive? But what the match stands for.... Gold.
Gold and Glory in the WCF have become something I do not desire... do not need.... I shall never assault my own beliefs in the quest for greatness, yet it appears that is what is required. Shane Borderland could not beat me, just as Doc Henry could not beat me and so each of them used outside interfearences to maintain the gold around their waists.... It seems there is no glory in honesty, in integrity..... For 5 strong weeks I defended my United States championship with that same integrity, that same honour and it lead me where.... To the dark, dank depths of DangerTainments soul.... To the listless place of nothingness..... to total emptiness, the obliteration of care, of love, of justice..... And again I am presented with a challenge, a chance to see gold settle around my waist once more.... It would seem right, simple, honest to not desire this... to see it as another piece of bait lain on a trap to trick me, to turn me and mould me into the degredated soul of one who does not care. But there is a light at the end of this tunnel, a light I sometimes fear it is only I who sees it....
It shines bright and it calls to me, when I bask in the warmth of it, I know all is well. I know that there is a place for honour, for valour and integrity, I know that the fans scream my name because I am their pride, their own lust and desire for greatness epitemised in the shell of one whose values do not waiver, do not shatter at the sight of victory... That warmth is the glow of gold, the glow of championship... the glow of victory. This week at Slam I shall be victorious once again. Not only because I want it more.... not just because I am better than the rest.... Not purely because it is my time.... This week I shall walk away with the number 1 contender slot for the World Title for one simple reason, because it is the gods honest, simple, Truth!
// A small white book lies open a light wood table... The room is warm, but not unseasonably so, despite this, a soft breeze floats through the open room, the corners one the pages of the book rise and fall slightly with the breeze. Two wine glasses sit on the table, both less than full, the first has a light print of glossed lips on the rim of the glass, pearls of condensation slip from the print as though oiled, gliding down the edge of the glass, past the stem and pools on the wood, creating a wet ring of moisture at the base of the glass. The gentle of hum of conversation between two females can be heard in the distance, too indistinct for exact words to be figured, but clear enough to hear they are both female. As the scene pans out, it is clear this was shot prior to departing from Mexico, as the room is the same room within the small beach side house we have seen for the last few weeks. Standing on the decking, dressed in a simple cotton sundress is Ana Valentine, he long tanned limbs are on full display in the air dress, her blonde curls are piled on top of her head and the expression on her face is a little strained, but light, as though she is trying to simply not think... at all. The other girl stands beside Ana, bringing a cigarette to her lips, she exhales softly, breathing smoke out into the early dusk sky, in appearance the girls is Ana's near opposite in every way. She is tall, exceptionally so for a female and almost awkward in her skinny frame, yet her long neck and beautiful face framed with a straight cut brunette bob suggests a certain air of elegance about her. The young woman drop the cigarette to the deck and placed a foot over it extinguishing it simply, the two girls turn and walks back into the main room, settling themselves on a white leather couch Ana smiles slightly as she looks at her friend. \\
Ana Valentine *The Pristine Princess* : " I really do wish you'd left that behind Grace.... You know I never want to look at any of it again..."
// As she speaks, Ana picks up the small white book and flips it open to the first page, it becomes apparent it is a photo album and the photgraphs are taken in Mexico. On the front page is Amy Valentine, standing with a tanned, tall man she smiles out brightly from the page. Ana flicks through the pages and lands on the one she was apparently searching for, she throws a hand over it as though not bearing to look at it, she glances up at her friend, who is looking at her with a worried look on her face. \\
Grace - "If you don't look, how else can you be sure... you said it Ana... you said you needed to see, to be sure.... I still don't understand why you think it's him....?"
// Ana flings the album onto the floor, knocking it a few pages further as she does so, she looks straight up into her friends face, her own face plain, giving nothin away. \\
Ana Valentine *The Pristine Princess* - "Calalillies Grace... who else..... "
// Ana jumps up quickly and walks towards the door, swinging it open she glances back at her friend. \\
Ana Valentine *The Pristine Princess* - "Just forget it... we're going to be late and I for one, need a drink!"
// The girls leave the room, pulling the door shut behind them. The camera moves from the closed door of the room to the album on the floor. From the plush carpet Ana Valentine smiles up from a photo within the album, she is several years younger, perhaps just eighteen. The photograph is a close-up of her, she is smiling sweetly, an innocence in her eyes never seen before and her hair is pulled neatly onto her head in curling waves, secured there by a bridal veil. \\
Destiny, it's a funny thing. It plays with us, taunts and lures us. It makes us believe we are the masters of our own... and then it pulls the rug from beaneath our feet. It twists and turns the paths we take. Who knows what decisions we truly make, what way it ours and what is theirs.... To play with fate could be a deadly game indeed, we have no control over it... is that what we choose to beleive? Is it better, to know that what we lost was not in our control, that what we gain is simply a right.
I cannot believe it, i will never believe it. What is mine is so because I earned it, because I fought tooth and nail to obtain it... in that same breath all that is lost is my loss. I shall greieve it, avenge it and I shall surpass it. We are all the masters of our own destiny, but how many choose to take the wheel....?
// Dark mahogany booths line the far walls, partially shielded by expertly cut stained glass windows which fill the arch way of each booth wall. The images within depict traditional Irish landmarks and points throughout history. The bar itself is dimly lit for ambience, but remains light and relaxed. The atmosphere itself is quite rowdy, with groups of young men and women dotted sproadically about the place, yelling and calling to eachother, their volume fuelled by alcohol. Stood at the bar is the large, muscular form of Buzzsaw Bundy dressed in blue jeans and a red checked shirt, his muscular arms bulging against the short cotton sleeves of the shirt. The pretty young bar maid leans across the bar to catch his request readily presenting herself as she does so. Towards the back line of booths sits three women, one is the woman we saw earlier, Grace, the other is a known friend, (aswell as being a Vegas Heiress and socialite) of Ana Valentine, Marie San-Claret. Sat back in the corner of the booth is Ana Valentine, a small smirk lies on her perfectly pout red lips as she watches the girl throwing herself at Buzzsaw. Ana is dressed elegantly in a tight fitting black mini-dress. The dress scoops into a sweetheart neckline, framing and enhancing her ample chect. Her long londe hair tumbles in waves down her shoulder and back and her legs sit crossed at the knees, black stiletto heels adding a good 6 inches to her usual small height. Her two friends eye the sihlouette of Buzzsaw in the light appreciatively as he turns balancing several glasses in his large hands and walks towards the table. He slips into the booth with an ease, beside Ana as he places the drinks on the table. The girls pull the drinks toward them and Ana smiles at Buzzsaw. \\
Ana Valentine *The Pristine Princess* - " You're very popular this evening..."
// Buzzsaw laughs it off slightly, dropping an arm around Ana's shoulders he leans in a little closer to her. \\
Buzzsaw Bundy - "Jealous...?"
Ana Valentine *The Pristine Princess* - "Actually, it's kinda hot...."
// Ana leans up briefly and plants a kiss on Buzzsaws lips, the kiss is brief and soft but filled with a burning passion. She leans back into the bench of the booth and raises her glass to her lips, sipping her drink. \\
Buzzsaw Bundy - "Mmmm - later..."
Ana Valentine *The Pristine Princess* - "Make the most of it... After Slam tomorrow night god only knows what shape my bodys going to be in!"
Buzzsaw Bundy - "Given the chance i'm pretty sure I could do more damage....."
// Ana smirks slightly as her two friends clear their throats, making a point to remind the both they are in public and out with people.... being slightly un-sociable with their present choice of conversation. Grace looks toward Ana, reaching to change the subject. \\
Grace - "So, big week for you guys huh? Buzz getting a shot at the United States Championship and you in a battle royale for the #1 contendership for the World Title. That's... a pretty impressive week by anyones standards...."
Ana Valentine *The Pristine Princess* - "Yeah, I have to say it's a pretty daunting task. Don't get me wrong, I am confident I can do this... but it wont be easy, it's going to take gruelling hard work, grit and pure determination. There are some strong competitors in the 14-man-match... that said, there are also some absolute wastes of oxygen... It's cute though... how people seem to be focued on the fact that Doc Henry is in this match too, like that's going to make any difference to me what so ever. I can beat that son-of-a-bitch with my eyes closed. Something I have proved time and time again, if he gets in my way, he's going down hard and fast just like every other time, but this match isn't about him. It isn't about hatred or revenge, it's about the World Title and there is no way in hell that some old fued with a washed up hack is going to distract me from what is really important...."
Buzzsaw Bundy - "It's a ridiculous thought... one that could only be thought up by someone as self-obsessed as Borderland that I would want this match-up as some kind of retribution for you.... for one thing, if you wanted vengance, you'd take it yourself and for another - more importantly - I was given this match because I deserve it, because something has been seen in me that makes me worthy of it!"
Ana Valentine *The Pristine Princess* - "What's more ridiculous is the suggestion that I will be ringside in order to create a distraction or interfere in some way..... You don't need me there to guarantee you a win and that's not how we work! He got that title by cheating with his little buddies... you will get it with talent and hard-work.... I can see why he doesn't understand that though, seems a lot of guys backstage have no idea what either of those things are! Much the same as the fact that I'm not seen as a threat... that is just fine by me, I work better when I am under-estimated! Let them laugh and tell me it's all a learning curve for me... I have as much right to be in this match-up as anyone else... MORE-SO than most of the idiots included in my 13 opponents and I will be happy to prove it...!"
Grace - "Ok, Ok... Enough shop talk, time to get down to some serious drinking!"
// Ana and Grace laugh lightly and clink their glasses against one-anothers. They both then raise their glasses to their lips and begin to drink as the scene fades out to a commercial. \\
Victory at all costs, victory in spite of all terror, victory however long and hard the road may be; for without victory there is no survival - Winston Churchill
There are so few remaining with me who know of what I have been through, what I have become inspite of doubt and tragedy placed in my way. Victory within yourself must come before victory over others. Only when you have faced and defeated the your internal foes, can you truly focus on your external ones. I know this now, it has taken me along time to regain focus, to look within and see that there are things I still do not understand.
I am thankful of this, thankful that I have had the chance to grow, to learn and to evolve into a strong and worthy competitor. Where others may doubt me, I find strength. It is self-assurance, not ego, that allows me the privelige of victory, I see no reason to doubt my future, my destiny, my path. I shall be victorious, I shall be more than even I ever believed I could be, because I have worked for it.
Passion, and drive, are the foods of victory and I have kept it well fed, I have walked into this with eyes wide open, knowing what will become of me. I have seen first hand what this business can do to people, I have seen it suck them in, chew them up and spit them out a battered, broken shadow of the person they used to be. That will not be my fate, it cannot be, for in my strength I find faith and in my faith, lies victory.[/i]
// Moonlight careens over the Fairway of the Boradmoor Golf Course in Colorado Springs, the light tinkling of female laughter can be heard off slightly in the distance, as the camera's approach the 18th hole, a line of secluded but luxurious cottages can be seen lining the far side of the green. Ana Valentine and Buzzsaw Bundy make their way towards the door of the largest cottage sent against this idyllic backdrop. They appear to have had a pleasant evening as Ana leans into Buzzsaw slightly, her stance that of someone who has consumed a fair amount of alcohol. The door beeps as the key card is accepted and the two of them pass through, almost stumbling in fact, the open door. The camera follows them as Buzzsaw kicks the door shut behind him and grabs Ana into his arms, his large hands making light work of the zipper on her dress as it falls to the floor, revealing a black tightly tied basque and lace french-knickers beneath. Buzzsaw steps back for a moment, taking in the heavenly sight before him. \\
Ana Valentine *The Pristine Princess* : "You know... we have eight entire rooms to christen in this place.."
// Ana's lips find Buzzsaw's neck, brushing light, airy kisses at the nape of his kneck as her hands fumble slightly with the buttons of his shirt, slipping it from his shoulders as she winds her arms about his neck. \\
Buzzsaw Bundy - "Eight... what do we need so many for?"
// Ana arches her eyebrow slightly and starts to laugh, she steps back towards one of the rooms and grabs Buzzsaw by the belt, pulling him back to her, yanking him close with such force that they collide into the wall. Ana's hands begin working on removing his belt as she titls her head looking up at him. \\
Ana Valentine *The Pristine Princess* : "I need to be in peak physical condition for tomorrow night... So I suggest we get started on the physical right away....."
// Ana puts her hands against Buzzsaws chest and pushes him gently, turning them around so his back is against the wall she drops to her knees, finally removing his belt as Buzzsaw places the palm of his hand over the lens of the camera. queing the to cut to a commercial. \\
Battle not with monsters, Lest ye become a monster. And if you gaze into the abyss, The abyss gazes into you. - Friedrich Nietzsche
In the devlis; world chaos rules, Satan is an inspiriation and love knows no existence. Light is extinguished like a flickering candle on the back of a cool breeze, and the warmth or live disapears, to be replaced by cold terror and dark shadows hovering like vultures, silently waiting, invading your dreams, your thoughts, your soul. Destroying your very being, everything you are and everything you thought you could be.
My world changed forever the day the devil chose me. Embracing me tightly, seductively, sucking the life from me, making me his own. Ensaring me in a world which was unfamiliar, a world where people got what they wanted, no matter the means or the consequence. That was his world.
A world where drugs, alcohol, violence and crime are normal pastimes and often lead to profitable and acceptable ways to earn a living. if you can;t get it yourself, then just take it from someone else. It doesn't matter who you step on, as long as nobody steps on you. Life is fast, cruel and dangerous.
The devil's hold is hypnotic, mesmerizing. Don't be fooled, there is no escape, he will make you feel that you are the only one for him, that you are the only one who can satisfy him. That he is the only one who can satisfy you.
The devil has many faces and life was cruel enough for me to meet them all. I have been up close and presonal, I have looked in his eyes and seen my life explode in them like a shooting star in the black sky. I have seen his chaos and tasted his acid hatred. I have felt the tremendous force of his existence and the power of his reign.
Heaven, I have not yet seen. Hell, I have lived.
// The locker room is clean and bright, the bench along the far wall is empty except for a single black gym bag, placed in the iron basket beneath are a pair of black and pink wrestling boots, hanging on the hook above is a black leather jacket. The camera pans around to the other side of the room, a simple fold up table sits in the middle of the room. Ana Valentine sits on a small fold-up chair behind the table, her legs kicked up onto it, sipping water from a small plastic bottle, she appears focused, looking straight down the lens, her appearance is already prepped for the ring, her hair pulled back into a tight ponytail. \\
Ana Valentine *The Pristine Princess* : "So, this week, the powers that be have seen fit to include me in a 14-man Battle Royal for #1 contendorship in regards to the World Heavyweight Title... Wow, pretty fucking cool huh girls and boys? Now I could do the expected, the over-done and follow my compettitors lead by bleating on about how fantastic I am. I could let my cup runneth over, as it were, in regards to my Ego and claim that I am the best there is, the best there was... the best there ever will be.... but the reality is, that aint all quite true. About anyone of us... there are some truly outstanding competitors in this match-up and some stand-up jokes... but in a match like this, all you need is one.. good... day!"
// Ana takes another sip from her water bottle, then places it on th floor beside her, she raises her hands up and cups them behind her head leaning back into them. \\
Ana Valentine *The Pristine Princess* : "The reality is, in a match like this one, until you get down to the last two or three, it's all about luck. It doesn't matter how talented or skilled you are, you turn your back.. you so much as blink for one single second and....
:: Ana leans forward and claps her hands together, the sound echoing in the empty room. ::
Ana Valetine *The Pristine Princess* : "It's all over... see, that really is all it takes, one shitty second and you wave bye-bye to everything you worked to hard for... that isn't to say I wont try. Hell, god loves a trier and judging by my lot in life, he sure as hell loves me... I kid.. mostly. But seriously, this match is an amazing opportunity to take my career to the next level. Now I don't doubt there are plenty back here who are complaining I don't deserve this, that I don't have a right to be here, but that simply is not true and if you look deep down inside the very depths of your stupidity, each one of you neigh-saying sexist pigs knows I have as much right to be in this match as anyone!!"
// Ana retrieves a small folder from the side of her chair, she swings her legs off the table and drops gthe folder down in their place, the leabs forward slightly, opening the folder she spreads the photographs and documents regarding her opponents across the table, she then cups her hands in her lap and looks back down the lens. \\
Ana Valentine *The Pristine Princess* : "There truly are some amazing competitors this week... men who, despite certain aspects of their personalities, I hold a lot of respect for... the top of this list, Johnny Reb. Now Reb, you've held this title, you have a taste for it and we all know it is out and out bullshit to try and discount you in this match, you are THE competition this week and to be honest, to not see you in the final two will be a crying shame... Which is exactly what's going to happen if you try and get in my way. I've been down this path before, you may have the experience, the training... but do you still really want it enough? Or are you hoping to rest on your laurels this week? Well... that remains to be seen now doesn't it?
Next up we have D-Day, now Mr Day, whilst you are certainly a worthy opponent, you don't seem all that great at your history. Hows about a little lesson... You talked down on my based on a title history I don't recall for myself. I am not one to take my glory where it doesn't lie and I unashamedly say that my one and only title reign, was the United States Championship... see unlike my unowrthy competitors, I did not sit and wallow in the low card division for long and certainly not long enough to dance about for the Television Title, I will leav e such piss-poor achievement to the likes of Jason Kash.... But I am not the only one you cannot reasurch this week now am I? Which begs the question.... Where, exactly is your head? Still swinning in your victory last week it would appear... you aren't focusing on this match at all, and that... will be your downfall!
Speaking of D-Day's ignorance of other peoples careers... he has been stupid enough to discount the third and only other worthy opponent for me I can see... Mr. FPV, now sure, you are an arrogant asshole and that is something I am hard pressed to forgive... Your arrogance and ego will lead you into dank repetition and failure...things you no doubt deserve. But it would be foolish to discount you completely... You, like me, have gotten off to a flying start in this company and have been quick to make an impression on the powers that be. I have the utmost respect for you, second place aint so bad is it Franky? Yeah.. you're hot off a loss but doesn't that just make you want it more... I'm not as stupid as the hair tells you know, we both know all you need is that one good day to take it all. And make no mistake, just when you think Lady Luck is smiling down on you.... I will be there to crush your brains into the mat. You might be good, you might even be great some-day... but you will NEVER stand in my way!
Also in this match are two of the dumbest ass-munghing fuckers I have ever has the displeasure of stepping into the ring with... Nate Bishop and Doc Henry. Now you two boys seem to have a lot to say for yourselves... a whole lot of horse shit as we have come to learn. Doc you pulled a lucky pin last week in a 3 man match, but we both know if it came down to you and me... you'd be pissing those pants all over again and Bishop... who the fuck are you again? Cause as far as I can see you're a whole lotta mouth and zero balls... Do you even have a dick tucked in there cause, my balls are bigger than yours bucko!
As for the remaining "Competitors" if I must be so droll as to call them that... They are nothing but cannon fodder, thrown in with the big boys and girls to try and cut a break. Who knows... maybe you'll last more than 30 seconds in the ring tonight and will have a chance to boost your T-Shirt sales? Cause really... what else can you hope for exactly??"
// Ana laughs a little and then sweeps her hand across the table, knocking all of the papers to the floor. She moves up onto the table and sits on it, staring straight down the camera. \\
Ana Valentine *The Pristine Princess* : "When it all said and done boys and girls, I will walk out of here tonight a champion. I will kick, scream and bleed. I will do anything and everything that is required of me to ensure my victory tonight... no ego, no prose, no pandering. It is that simple. Passion, drive, determination... Victory! There is nothing more."
// Ana leans into the camera and blows a kiss straight down the lens, cutting out to black. \\
OOC - Sorry for the late posting!
Conflicted... there is so much prose, so much self doubt and loathing ingrained in many of my opponents this week. Their weakness, their own ego, will be their downfall. I should be glad, I am aware, to be given such an opportunity and yet... it feels as though it is a disapointment, second best. The World Title... the holy grail, just a taste of a chance at it should be enough to set any wrestlers tastebuds on salivate but stil... I cannot be glad, or thankful of this chance. Gold, glory, it all seems so fruitless, so without passion. Why should I care to compete against those who see me still as the little girl who snuck into the adult video store? Why should I feel the need to impress myself upon them, to mark up my place, my right to be there? Everyone is so consumed with appearances... with reputations, things to me that seem pointless. Yes, it is a great honour indeed to be included in this number one contendership match, but it was not my desire.
Who would? Indeed, who would desire to be surronded by such a lot? Tainted.... Moral-less..... Failures. Each one of the men in this match-up is tainted with t failure, they stink of it. It has absorbed them, it is all that they are. All that they can be.. Each in their own way is less than what they should be. And so perhaps I should be pleased, it is a simple, easy time to strike. It is natural, Organic even to see this opportunity as one of a mammoth porportion.... So perhaps it is not the oppoents themselves who are so un-attractive? But what the match stands for.... Gold.
Gold and Glory in the WCF have become something I do not desire... do not need.... I shall never assault my own beliefs in the quest for greatness, yet it appears that is what is required. Shane Borderland could not beat me, just as Doc Henry could not beat me and so each of them used outside interfearences to maintain the gold around their waists.... It seems there is no glory in honesty, in integrity..... For 5 strong weeks I defended my United States championship with that same integrity, that same honour and it lead me where.... To the dark, dank depths of DangerTainments soul.... To the listless place of nothingness..... to total emptiness, the obliteration of care, of love, of justice..... And again I am presented with a challenge, a chance to see gold settle around my waist once more.... It would seem right, simple, honest to not desire this... to see it as another piece of bait lain on a trap to trick me, to turn me and mould me into the degredated soul of one who does not care. But there is a light at the end of this tunnel, a light I sometimes fear it is only I who sees it....
It shines bright and it calls to me, when I bask in the warmth of it, I know all is well. I know that there is a place for honour, for valour and integrity, I know that the fans scream my name because I am their pride, their own lust and desire for greatness epitemised in the shell of one whose values do not waiver, do not shatter at the sight of victory... That warmth is the glow of gold, the glow of championship... the glow of victory. This week at Slam I shall be victorious once again. Not only because I want it more.... not just because I am better than the rest.... Not purely because it is my time.... This week I shall walk away with the number 1 contender slot for the World Title for one simple reason, because it is the gods honest, simple, Truth!
// A small white book lies open a light wood table... The room is warm, but not unseasonably so, despite this, a soft breeze floats through the open room, the corners one the pages of the book rise and fall slightly with the breeze. Two wine glasses sit on the table, both less than full, the first has a light print of glossed lips on the rim of the glass, pearls of condensation slip from the print as though oiled, gliding down the edge of the glass, past the stem and pools on the wood, creating a wet ring of moisture at the base of the glass. The gentle of hum of conversation between two females can be heard in the distance, too indistinct for exact words to be figured, but clear enough to hear they are both female. As the scene pans out, it is clear this was shot prior to departing from Mexico, as the room is the same room within the small beach side house we have seen for the last few weeks. Standing on the decking, dressed in a simple cotton sundress is Ana Valentine, he long tanned limbs are on full display in the air dress, her blonde curls are piled on top of her head and the expression on her face is a little strained, but light, as though she is trying to simply not think... at all. The other girl stands beside Ana, bringing a cigarette to her lips, she exhales softly, breathing smoke out into the early dusk sky, in appearance the girls is Ana's near opposite in every way. She is tall, exceptionally so for a female and almost awkward in her skinny frame, yet her long neck and beautiful face framed with a straight cut brunette bob suggests a certain air of elegance about her. The young woman drop the cigarette to the deck and placed a foot over it extinguishing it simply, the two girls turn and walks back into the main room, settling themselves on a white leather couch Ana smiles slightly as she looks at her friend. \\
Ana Valentine *The Pristine Princess* : " I really do wish you'd left that behind Grace.... You know I never want to look at any of it again..."
// As she speaks, Ana picks up the small white book and flips it open to the first page, it becomes apparent it is a photo album and the photgraphs are taken in Mexico. On the front page is Amy Valentine, standing with a tanned, tall man she smiles out brightly from the page. Ana flicks through the pages and lands on the one she was apparently searching for, she throws a hand over it as though not bearing to look at it, she glances up at her friend, who is looking at her with a worried look on her face. \\
Grace - "If you don't look, how else can you be sure... you said it Ana... you said you needed to see, to be sure.... I still don't understand why you think it's him....?"
// Ana flings the album onto the floor, knocking it a few pages further as she does so, she looks straight up into her friends face, her own face plain, giving nothin away. \\
Ana Valentine *The Pristine Princess* - "Calalillies Grace... who else..... "
// Ana jumps up quickly and walks towards the door, swinging it open she glances back at her friend. \\
Ana Valentine *The Pristine Princess* - "Just forget it... we're going to be late and I for one, need a drink!"
// The girls leave the room, pulling the door shut behind them. The camera moves from the closed door of the room to the album on the floor. From the plush carpet Ana Valentine smiles up from a photo within the album, she is several years younger, perhaps just eighteen. The photograph is a close-up of her, she is smiling sweetly, an innocence in her eyes never seen before and her hair is pulled neatly onto her head in curling waves, secured there by a bridal veil. \\
::: The scene fades out to black :::
Destiny, it's a funny thing. It plays with us, taunts and lures us. It makes us believe we are the masters of our own... and then it pulls the rug from beaneath our feet. It twists and turns the paths we take. Who knows what decisions we truly make, what way it ours and what is theirs.... To play with fate could be a deadly game indeed, we have no control over it... is that what we choose to beleive? Is it better, to know that what we lost was not in our control, that what we gain is simply a right.
I cannot believe it, i will never believe it. What is mine is so because I earned it, because I fought tooth and nail to obtain it... in that same breath all that is lost is my loss. I shall greieve it, avenge it and I shall surpass it. We are all the masters of our own destiny, but how many choose to take the wheel....?
--- Location: Jack Quinn's Bar & Club - Colorado Springs. --- Time 21:45 --- Date 05/01/2011 ---
// Dark mahogany booths line the far walls, partially shielded by expertly cut stained glass windows which fill the arch way of each booth wall. The images within depict traditional Irish landmarks and points throughout history. The bar itself is dimly lit for ambience, but remains light and relaxed. The atmosphere itself is quite rowdy, with groups of young men and women dotted sproadically about the place, yelling and calling to eachother, their volume fuelled by alcohol. Stood at the bar is the large, muscular form of Buzzsaw Bundy dressed in blue jeans and a red checked shirt, his muscular arms bulging against the short cotton sleeves of the shirt. The pretty young bar maid leans across the bar to catch his request readily presenting herself as she does so. Towards the back line of booths sits three women, one is the woman we saw earlier, Grace, the other is a known friend, (aswell as being a Vegas Heiress and socialite) of Ana Valentine, Marie San-Claret. Sat back in the corner of the booth is Ana Valentine, a small smirk lies on her perfectly pout red lips as she watches the girl throwing herself at Buzzsaw. Ana is dressed elegantly in a tight fitting black mini-dress. The dress scoops into a sweetheart neckline, framing and enhancing her ample chect. Her long londe hair tumbles in waves down her shoulder and back and her legs sit crossed at the knees, black stiletto heels adding a good 6 inches to her usual small height. Her two friends eye the sihlouette of Buzzsaw in the light appreciatively as he turns balancing several glasses in his large hands and walks towards the table. He slips into the booth with an ease, beside Ana as he places the drinks on the table. The girls pull the drinks toward them and Ana smiles at Buzzsaw. \\
Ana Valentine *The Pristine Princess* - " You're very popular this evening..."
// Buzzsaw laughs it off slightly, dropping an arm around Ana's shoulders he leans in a little closer to her. \\
Buzzsaw Bundy - "Jealous...?"
Ana Valentine *The Pristine Princess* - "Actually, it's kinda hot...."
// Ana leans up briefly and plants a kiss on Buzzsaws lips, the kiss is brief and soft but filled with a burning passion. She leans back into the bench of the booth and raises her glass to her lips, sipping her drink. \\
Buzzsaw Bundy - "Mmmm - later..."
Ana Valentine *The Pristine Princess* - "Make the most of it... After Slam tomorrow night god only knows what shape my bodys going to be in!"
Buzzsaw Bundy - "Given the chance i'm pretty sure I could do more damage....."
// Ana smirks slightly as her two friends clear their throats, making a point to remind the both they are in public and out with people.... being slightly un-sociable with their present choice of conversation. Grace looks toward Ana, reaching to change the subject. \\
Grace - "So, big week for you guys huh? Buzz getting a shot at the United States Championship and you in a battle royale for the #1 contendership for the World Title. That's... a pretty impressive week by anyones standards...."
Ana Valentine *The Pristine Princess* - "Yeah, I have to say it's a pretty daunting task. Don't get me wrong, I am confident I can do this... but it wont be easy, it's going to take gruelling hard work, grit and pure determination. There are some strong competitors in the 14-man-match... that said, there are also some absolute wastes of oxygen... It's cute though... how people seem to be focued on the fact that Doc Henry is in this match too, like that's going to make any difference to me what so ever. I can beat that son-of-a-bitch with my eyes closed. Something I have proved time and time again, if he gets in my way, he's going down hard and fast just like every other time, but this match isn't about him. It isn't about hatred or revenge, it's about the World Title and there is no way in hell that some old fued with a washed up hack is going to distract me from what is really important...."
Buzzsaw Bundy - "It's a ridiculous thought... one that could only be thought up by someone as self-obsessed as Borderland that I would want this match-up as some kind of retribution for you.... for one thing, if you wanted vengance, you'd take it yourself and for another - more importantly - I was given this match because I deserve it, because something has been seen in me that makes me worthy of it!"
Ana Valentine *The Pristine Princess* - "What's more ridiculous is the suggestion that I will be ringside in order to create a distraction or interfere in some way..... You don't need me there to guarantee you a win and that's not how we work! He got that title by cheating with his little buddies... you will get it with talent and hard-work.... I can see why he doesn't understand that though, seems a lot of guys backstage have no idea what either of those things are! Much the same as the fact that I'm not seen as a threat... that is just fine by me, I work better when I am under-estimated! Let them laugh and tell me it's all a learning curve for me... I have as much right to be in this match-up as anyone else... MORE-SO than most of the idiots included in my 13 opponents and I will be happy to prove it...!"
Grace - "Ok, Ok... Enough shop talk, time to get down to some serious drinking!"
// Ana and Grace laugh lightly and clink their glasses against one-anothers. They both then raise their glasses to their lips and begin to drink as the scene fades out to a commercial. \\
Victory at all costs, victory in spite of all terror, victory however long and hard the road may be; for without victory there is no survival - Winston Churchill
There are so few remaining with me who know of what I have been through, what I have become inspite of doubt and tragedy placed in my way. Victory within yourself must come before victory over others. Only when you have faced and defeated the your internal foes, can you truly focus on your external ones. I know this now, it has taken me along time to regain focus, to look within and see that there are things I still do not understand.
I am thankful of this, thankful that I have had the chance to grow, to learn and to evolve into a strong and worthy competitor. Where others may doubt me, I find strength. It is self-assurance, not ego, that allows me the privelige of victory, I see no reason to doubt my future, my destiny, my path. I shall be victorious, I shall be more than even I ever believed I could be, because I have worked for it.
Passion, and drive, are the foods of victory and I have kept it well fed, I have walked into this with eyes wide open, knowing what will become of me. I have seen first hand what this business can do to people, I have seen it suck them in, chew them up and spit them out a battered, broken shadow of the person they used to be. That will not be my fate, it cannot be, for in my strength I find faith and in my faith, lies victory.[/i]
// Moonlight careens over the Fairway of the Boradmoor Golf Course in Colorado Springs, the light tinkling of female laughter can be heard off slightly in the distance, as the camera's approach the 18th hole, a line of secluded but luxurious cottages can be seen lining the far side of the green. Ana Valentine and Buzzsaw Bundy make their way towards the door of the largest cottage sent against this idyllic backdrop. They appear to have had a pleasant evening as Ana leans into Buzzsaw slightly, her stance that of someone who has consumed a fair amount of alcohol. The door beeps as the key card is accepted and the two of them pass through, almost stumbling in fact, the open door. The camera follows them as Buzzsaw kicks the door shut behind him and grabs Ana into his arms, his large hands making light work of the zipper on her dress as it falls to the floor, revealing a black tightly tied basque and lace french-knickers beneath. Buzzsaw steps back for a moment, taking in the heavenly sight before him. \\
Ana Valentine *The Pristine Princess* : "You know... we have eight entire rooms to christen in this place.."
// Ana's lips find Buzzsaw's neck, brushing light, airy kisses at the nape of his kneck as her hands fumble slightly with the buttons of his shirt, slipping it from his shoulders as she winds her arms about his neck. \\
Buzzsaw Bundy - "Eight... what do we need so many for?"
// Ana arches her eyebrow slightly and starts to laugh, she steps back towards one of the rooms and grabs Buzzsaw by the belt, pulling him back to her, yanking him close with such force that they collide into the wall. Ana's hands begin working on removing his belt as she titls her head looking up at him. \\
Ana Valentine *The Pristine Princess* : "I need to be in peak physical condition for tomorrow night... So I suggest we get started on the physical right away....."
// Ana puts her hands against Buzzsaws chest and pushes him gently, turning them around so his back is against the wall she drops to her knees, finally removing his belt as Buzzsaw places the palm of his hand over the lens of the camera. queing the to cut to a commercial. \\
Battle not with monsters, Lest ye become a monster. And if you gaze into the abyss, The abyss gazes into you. - Friedrich Nietzsche
In the devlis; world chaos rules, Satan is an inspiriation and love knows no existence. Light is extinguished like a flickering candle on the back of a cool breeze, and the warmth or live disapears, to be replaced by cold terror and dark shadows hovering like vultures, silently waiting, invading your dreams, your thoughts, your soul. Destroying your very being, everything you are and everything you thought you could be.
My world changed forever the day the devil chose me. Embracing me tightly, seductively, sucking the life from me, making me his own. Ensaring me in a world which was unfamiliar, a world where people got what they wanted, no matter the means or the consequence. That was his world.
A world where drugs, alcohol, violence and crime are normal pastimes and often lead to profitable and acceptable ways to earn a living. if you can;t get it yourself, then just take it from someone else. It doesn't matter who you step on, as long as nobody steps on you. Life is fast, cruel and dangerous.
The devil's hold is hypnotic, mesmerizing. Don't be fooled, there is no escape, he will make you feel that you are the only one for him, that you are the only one who can satisfy him. That he is the only one who can satisfy you.
The devil has many faces and life was cruel enough for me to meet them all. I have been up close and presonal, I have looked in his eyes and seen my life explode in them like a shooting star in the black sky. I have seen his chaos and tasted his acid hatred. I have felt the tremendous force of his existence and the power of his reign.
Heaven, I have not yet seen. Hell, I have lived.
// The locker room is clean and bright, the bench along the far wall is empty except for a single black gym bag, placed in the iron basket beneath are a pair of black and pink wrestling boots, hanging on the hook above is a black leather jacket. The camera pans around to the other side of the room, a simple fold up table sits in the middle of the room. Ana Valentine sits on a small fold-up chair behind the table, her legs kicked up onto it, sipping water from a small plastic bottle, she appears focused, looking straight down the lens, her appearance is already prepped for the ring, her hair pulled back into a tight ponytail. \\
Ana Valentine *The Pristine Princess* : "So, this week, the powers that be have seen fit to include me in a 14-man Battle Royal for #1 contendorship in regards to the World Heavyweight Title... Wow, pretty fucking cool huh girls and boys? Now I could do the expected, the over-done and follow my compettitors lead by bleating on about how fantastic I am. I could let my cup runneth over, as it were, in regards to my Ego and claim that I am the best there is, the best there was... the best there ever will be.... but the reality is, that aint all quite true. About anyone of us... there are some truly outstanding competitors in this match-up and some stand-up jokes... but in a match like this, all you need is one.. good... day!"
// Ana takes another sip from her water bottle, then places it on th floor beside her, she raises her hands up and cups them behind her head leaning back into them. \\
Ana Valentine *The Pristine Princess* : "The reality is, in a match like this one, until you get down to the last two or three, it's all about luck. It doesn't matter how talented or skilled you are, you turn your back.. you so much as blink for one single second and....
:: Ana leans forward and claps her hands together, the sound echoing in the empty room. ::
Ana Valetine *The Pristine Princess* : "It's all over... see, that really is all it takes, one shitty second and you wave bye-bye to everything you worked to hard for... that isn't to say I wont try. Hell, god loves a trier and judging by my lot in life, he sure as hell loves me... I kid.. mostly. But seriously, this match is an amazing opportunity to take my career to the next level. Now I don't doubt there are plenty back here who are complaining I don't deserve this, that I don't have a right to be here, but that simply is not true and if you look deep down inside the very depths of your stupidity, each one of you neigh-saying sexist pigs knows I have as much right to be in this match as anyone!!"
// Ana retrieves a small folder from the side of her chair, she swings her legs off the table and drops gthe folder down in their place, the leabs forward slightly, opening the folder she spreads the photographs and documents regarding her opponents across the table, she then cups her hands in her lap and looks back down the lens. \\
Ana Valentine *The Pristine Princess* : "There truly are some amazing competitors this week... men who, despite certain aspects of their personalities, I hold a lot of respect for... the top of this list, Johnny Reb. Now Reb, you've held this title, you have a taste for it and we all know it is out and out bullshit to try and discount you in this match, you are THE competition this week and to be honest, to not see you in the final two will be a crying shame... Which is exactly what's going to happen if you try and get in my way. I've been down this path before, you may have the experience, the training... but do you still really want it enough? Or are you hoping to rest on your laurels this week? Well... that remains to be seen now doesn't it?
Next up we have D-Day, now Mr Day, whilst you are certainly a worthy opponent, you don't seem all that great at your history. Hows about a little lesson... You talked down on my based on a title history I don't recall for myself. I am not one to take my glory where it doesn't lie and I unashamedly say that my one and only title reign, was the United States Championship... see unlike my unowrthy competitors, I did not sit and wallow in the low card division for long and certainly not long enough to dance about for the Television Title, I will leav e such piss-poor achievement to the likes of Jason Kash.... But I am not the only one you cannot reasurch this week now am I? Which begs the question.... Where, exactly is your head? Still swinning in your victory last week it would appear... you aren't focusing on this match at all, and that... will be your downfall!
Speaking of D-Day's ignorance of other peoples careers... he has been stupid enough to discount the third and only other worthy opponent for me I can see... Mr. FPV, now sure, you are an arrogant asshole and that is something I am hard pressed to forgive... Your arrogance and ego will lead you into dank repetition and failure...things you no doubt deserve. But it would be foolish to discount you completely... You, like me, have gotten off to a flying start in this company and have been quick to make an impression on the powers that be. I have the utmost respect for you, second place aint so bad is it Franky? Yeah.. you're hot off a loss but doesn't that just make you want it more... I'm not as stupid as the hair tells you know, we both know all you need is that one good day to take it all. And make no mistake, just when you think Lady Luck is smiling down on you.... I will be there to crush your brains into the mat. You might be good, you might even be great some-day... but you will NEVER stand in my way!
Also in this match are two of the dumbest ass-munghing fuckers I have ever has the displeasure of stepping into the ring with... Nate Bishop and Doc Henry. Now you two boys seem to have a lot to say for yourselves... a whole lot of horse shit as we have come to learn. Doc you pulled a lucky pin last week in a 3 man match, but we both know if it came down to you and me... you'd be pissing those pants all over again and Bishop... who the fuck are you again? Cause as far as I can see you're a whole lotta mouth and zero balls... Do you even have a dick tucked in there cause, my balls are bigger than yours bucko!
As for the remaining "Competitors" if I must be so droll as to call them that... They are nothing but cannon fodder, thrown in with the big boys and girls to try and cut a break. Who knows... maybe you'll last more than 30 seconds in the ring tonight and will have a chance to boost your T-Shirt sales? Cause really... what else can you hope for exactly??"
// Ana laughs a little and then sweeps her hand across the table, knocking all of the papers to the floor. She moves up onto the table and sits on it, staring straight down the camera. \\
Ana Valentine *The Pristine Princess* : "When it all said and done boys and girls, I will walk out of here tonight a champion. I will kick, scream and bleed. I will do anything and everything that is required of me to ensure my victory tonight... no ego, no prose, no pandering. It is that simple. Passion, drive, determination... Victory! There is nothing more."
// Ana leans into the camera and blows a kiss straight down the lens, cutting out to black. \\
OOC - Sorry for the late posting!
