Post by Deleted on May 19, 2011 14:11:28 GMT -5
// The interior of a commercial plane comes into view as we cut in from a commercial break. We
travel up the aisle of United Airlines flight 1519 from Vegas to Cincinnati towards first class; a deep blue velvet curtain separates the two areas of the plane. Seated centrally within first class are Ana Valentine and Buzzsaw Bundy. Ana is dressed smartly in a pinstripe suit, the jacket has been folded
and placed on the aisle seat beside Bundy, the skirt is cut just above the knee and is fitted to the point of being skin-tight, she wear a white blouse tucked into the skirt and unbuttoned to the line of her chest. Her long blond curls are piled on her head and she has a small, triumphant smile on her lips. Beside her Bundy is dressed in blue jeans and a shirt. Ana turns her head and looks at Bundy, her smile growing as she fights a little to contain it. \\
Ana Valentine *The Pristine Princess* : “Well, that was certainly a fruitful venture… I kinda feel like
celebrating…”
// Bundy looks at Ana and smirks as she raises an eyebrow, she licks her lips slowly, whetting them as she runs the fingers of her left hand and up and down Bundy’s arm lightly, tracing her nails across
his skin. \\
Buzzsaw Bundy – “ What kind of celebration did you have in mind…?”
// Ana leans forward slowly and reaches into the pocket of the seat back in front of her, she pulls out
a blue fleece airline blanket, She unwraps the blanket slowly as she keeps her eyes on Bundy, she flits the blanket out allowing it to settle across his lap, she cocks her head slightly, her eyes running up and down his body, a pensive but playful look upon her face. She leans closer to him, placing a hand on his chest she moves her lips close to his ear, a voice kept barely above a whisper. \\
Ana Valentine *The Pristine Princess* - “I have a few ideas…. After all, once we land in Cincinnati it’s going to be work, work, work… so we might as well have a little fun now…”
// Bundy turns to look at Ana, opening his mouth as if to respond to what she says. As he does so,
Ana’s hand slips down off his chest and below the blanket. Bundy’s words are silenced in his throat as the distinct metallic sound of a zip being unfastened can just be heard. Buzzsaw’s mouth contorts from an open gasp to a small slow smile as he relaxes back in his seat, leaning into it comfortably.
Ana’s lips, which were at his ear, place light, teasing kisses from his neck up and across his cheek to his lips. She kisses him once, softly but passionately before turning her head and glancing toward the bathroom, then turning back, she looks at him pointedly. A small noise escapes Bundy’s lips in conjunction with the sight of movement beneath the blanket. Ana giggles quietly, and then presses her lips so close to Bundy’s ear they practically connect. What is whispered cannot be heard, but the grin that spreads across Bundy’s lips is telling enough as he nods his head slowly. Ana slowly and discreetly slides her hand out from under the blanket and stands slowly, she places her hands
on the seats in front and slides out of the seating into the aisle, careful to dip just enough to brush her ass against Bundy’s lap as she moves. She walks down the aisle towards the bathroom door and pauses as she reaches it, looking back towards her seat she catches Bundy’s eye for a moment before disappearing into the cubicle. The metallic clink of a zip being fastened is followed by Bundy standing and moving out into the aisle. He drops the blanket back on the seat and makes his way
towards the bathroom, her raps quietly on the door, then steps inside. After a couple of moments, giggling and banging type noises begin to drift from within, a stewardess glances down from her station and shakes her head in a disapproving manner. After quite some time, the giggling, sighing
and banging noises cease and the bathroom door lock clicks open. Ana walks out of the bathroom, her neatly piled hair now hanging loose and dishevelled about her shoulders and her white blouse is half untucked. She slips into her seat as the fasten seatbelt light flicks on, closely followed by Bundy.
They look at each other and Ana begins to laugh as the stewardess walks along the aisles ensuring everyone has fastened their safety belts and, whilst doing so, shoots Ana and Bundy a very annoyed and disapproving look. They fasten their belts as the captains voice booms over the P.A \\
American Airlines Pilot – “Ladies and Gentlemen, this is your Captain speaking, we will not begin our
descent and should be landing within the next half hour, I hope you have enjoyed your flight and would like to take this opportunity to thank you for choosing American Airlines.”
// Ana turns and looks at Bundy, a small smile playing on her lips. \\
Ana Valentine *The Pristine Princess* - “Well, I certainly enjoyed my ride….”
Chance is a word void of sense; nothing can exist without a cause. – Voltaire
Location - Cincinnatian Hotel Cincinnati, OH.
Time – 21:39pm 17/05/2011
// The click and whirr of a camera can be heard amidst the general noise of people. The scene is
busy, perhaps even bustling as people rush back and forth, passing brushes and make-up, lenses and flashbulbs and other items over heads and behind backs. Ana Valentine is lying pool side, her right hand draped across her body so that her fingertips trace the surface of the pool, the position of her arm careful to prevent her from showing too much, as she is wearing on a small pair of gold shorts, her long tanned frame glistens in the sunlight as the photographer calls out directions and compliments. Ana plays with a small smile on her lips, as she traces the fingers of her other hand and up and down her thigh, looking straight down the lens of the camera. After a few minutes the camera stops and commotion dies down, an assistant appears and drapes a small robe across Ana’s shoulders. Ana stands, pulling the robe closed and ties it, fanning her face a little with her hand beneath the heat of the lights. One of the locations tech guys stares at Ana, forgetting what he is
supposed to be doing as she walks past him and over to the photographer, to look at the images on the screen. The photographer embraces her smiling and kisses her on both cheeks. \\
Pierre D – WCF Photographer- “ Ah, Miss Valentine, gorgeous as ever! Tell me, when you are going
to get me that gorgeous man of yours in front of my camera?!”
:: Ana laughs and shakes her head, patting Pierre’s arm gently. ::
Ana Valentine *The Pristine Princess* “I don’t think you’re his kind of photographer sweetie….”
:: Pierre mock-sighs dramatically as he shrugs his shoulders. ::
Pierre D – WCF Photographer- “Oui? Well, I can dream… Tell me, what do you think of these shots?
Superbe, no?”
// Ana nods her heads slowly, pulling on the belt of the robe to ensure it is closed properly, she leans closer to the screen to inspect the photographs a little more closely, she smiles to herself as she looks at each shot. She then straightens up and cocks her head to one side pensively. \\
Ana Valentine *The Pristine Princess* “Yes, almost perfect….”
:: Pierre looks shocked as her turns and looks at Ana ::
Pierre D – WCF Photographer – “ALMOST?!”
Ana Valentine *The Pristine Princess* “There’s not quite enough, Gold in the photographs for my liking…”
Pierre D – WCF Photographer – “Ah yes, I heard that you have been given another chance at the
United States Championship…”
// Ana Valentine shakes her head disapprovingly, she chews on her bottom lip for a moment as though in thought and steps back, sitting down in a chair in front of the desk where the screens for viewing the photographs is sat. Pierre sits beside her and she angles her body slightly, turning to talk to him. \\
Ana Valentine *The Pristine Princess* “Chance has nothing to do with it… He took something from me that doesn’t belong to him Pierre. I’m not a sore loser, I can take a loss when it’s deserved and even congratulate the winner when they deserve that. But what he did, how he took, not won, but
took the belt from me… it just doesn’t settle right… See, I have proved time and time again that I am an honest person who not only carries themselves with integrity and discipline, but also, I am someone who respects me fellow wrestlers, my fellow man. Do you really think if it had been Shane Borderland in the ring with Tek at Slam, that he would have had the ref throw the match out?! … No, e would have thrown down the pin and walked away with his idea of a victory….”
Pierre D – WCF Photographer – “But is the life of a wrestler not to win at all costs? I mean, yes it is nice indeed that you show care towards that man but, would the victory not have still counted?”
// Ana sighs and shakes her head. She smiles lightly and places a hand over Pierre’s. \\
Ana Valentine *The Pristine Princess* “What would it have served me Pierre? That match meant nothing.. it was simply a little show for the fans, it served no purpose but education and adrenaline. If I had pinned him, if I had taken the victory, I may have gained another notch on the bed post, as it were, but what I would have lost would have been so much more. I have a responsibility to the fans to provide them with a role-model to be proud of. Do you know how many impressionable young minds follow the careers and celebrity of WCF stars? Hundreds, if not thousands of kids are changed everyday by what they see, we have the duty of care to ensure that when we shape their minds, when we set an example, it is to live a life of honesty, integrity and respect. I may not have gained a victory at Slam, but I gained a sense of wealth, a sense of honour people like Shane Borderland cannot possible understand. To him, it doesn’t matter what it means, it is all nothing, all one big grey blur where he can do as he pleases without consequence and I am sick of it, I am going to make sure that the next time Shane Borderland walks out of Slam, it will be WITHOUT the United States Championship!”
Pierre D – WCF Photographer – “Oooh, your passion gives me chills, quickly let me get my camera, I
love it when you are all fired up!”
// Ana laughs and shakes her head in a playful mocking way. She walks over to the beautiful white
wrought iron arch dotted with red and pink roses and drops her robe, sliding one arm over her chest she juts her hips back and smiles poutily down the camera as the clicking and whirring starts up again, Pierre calling encouragement as he takes shot after shot. \\
travel up the aisle of United Airlines flight 1519 from Vegas to Cincinnati towards first class; a deep blue velvet curtain separates the two areas of the plane. Seated centrally within first class are Ana Valentine and Buzzsaw Bundy. Ana is dressed smartly in a pinstripe suit, the jacket has been folded
and placed on the aisle seat beside Bundy, the skirt is cut just above the knee and is fitted to the point of being skin-tight, she wear a white blouse tucked into the skirt and unbuttoned to the line of her chest. Her long blond curls are piled on her head and she has a small, triumphant smile on her lips. Beside her Bundy is dressed in blue jeans and a shirt. Ana turns her head and looks at Bundy, her smile growing as she fights a little to contain it. \\
Ana Valentine *The Pristine Princess* : “Well, that was certainly a fruitful venture… I kinda feel like
celebrating…”
// Bundy looks at Ana and smirks as she raises an eyebrow, she licks her lips slowly, whetting them as she runs the fingers of her left hand and up and down Bundy’s arm lightly, tracing her nails across
his skin. \\
Buzzsaw Bundy – “ What kind of celebration did you have in mind…?”
// Ana leans forward slowly and reaches into the pocket of the seat back in front of her, she pulls out
a blue fleece airline blanket, She unwraps the blanket slowly as she keeps her eyes on Bundy, she flits the blanket out allowing it to settle across his lap, she cocks her head slightly, her eyes running up and down his body, a pensive but playful look upon her face. She leans closer to him, placing a hand on his chest she moves her lips close to his ear, a voice kept barely above a whisper. \\
Ana Valentine *The Pristine Princess* - “I have a few ideas…. After all, once we land in Cincinnati it’s going to be work, work, work… so we might as well have a little fun now…”
// Bundy turns to look at Ana, opening his mouth as if to respond to what she says. As he does so,
Ana’s hand slips down off his chest and below the blanket. Bundy’s words are silenced in his throat as the distinct metallic sound of a zip being unfastened can just be heard. Buzzsaw’s mouth contorts from an open gasp to a small slow smile as he relaxes back in his seat, leaning into it comfortably.
Ana’s lips, which were at his ear, place light, teasing kisses from his neck up and across his cheek to his lips. She kisses him once, softly but passionately before turning her head and glancing toward the bathroom, then turning back, she looks at him pointedly. A small noise escapes Bundy’s lips in conjunction with the sight of movement beneath the blanket. Ana giggles quietly, and then presses her lips so close to Bundy’s ear they practically connect. What is whispered cannot be heard, but the grin that spreads across Bundy’s lips is telling enough as he nods his head slowly. Ana slowly and discreetly slides her hand out from under the blanket and stands slowly, she places her hands
on the seats in front and slides out of the seating into the aisle, careful to dip just enough to brush her ass against Bundy’s lap as she moves. She walks down the aisle towards the bathroom door and pauses as she reaches it, looking back towards her seat she catches Bundy’s eye for a moment before disappearing into the cubicle. The metallic clink of a zip being fastened is followed by Bundy standing and moving out into the aisle. He drops the blanket back on the seat and makes his way
towards the bathroom, her raps quietly on the door, then steps inside. After a couple of moments, giggling and banging type noises begin to drift from within, a stewardess glances down from her station and shakes her head in a disapproving manner. After quite some time, the giggling, sighing
and banging noises cease and the bathroom door lock clicks open. Ana walks out of the bathroom, her neatly piled hair now hanging loose and dishevelled about her shoulders and her white blouse is half untucked. She slips into her seat as the fasten seatbelt light flicks on, closely followed by Bundy.
They look at each other and Ana begins to laugh as the stewardess walks along the aisles ensuring everyone has fastened their safety belts and, whilst doing so, shoots Ana and Bundy a very annoyed and disapproving look. They fasten their belts as the captains voice booms over the P.A \\
American Airlines Pilot – “Ladies and Gentlemen, this is your Captain speaking, we will not begin our
descent and should be landing within the next half hour, I hope you have enjoyed your flight and would like to take this opportunity to thank you for choosing American Airlines.”
// Ana turns and looks at Bundy, a small smile playing on her lips. \\
Ana Valentine *The Pristine Princess* - “Well, I certainly enjoyed my ride….”
---- The scene cuts out to a commercial break. ---
Chance is a word void of sense; nothing can exist without a cause. – Voltaire
Location - Cincinnatian Hotel Cincinnati, OH.
Time – 21:39pm 17/05/2011
// The click and whirr of a camera can be heard amidst the general noise of people. The scene is
busy, perhaps even bustling as people rush back and forth, passing brushes and make-up, lenses and flashbulbs and other items over heads and behind backs. Ana Valentine is lying pool side, her right hand draped across her body so that her fingertips trace the surface of the pool, the position of her arm careful to prevent her from showing too much, as she is wearing on a small pair of gold shorts, her long tanned frame glistens in the sunlight as the photographer calls out directions and compliments. Ana plays with a small smile on her lips, as she traces the fingers of her other hand and up and down her thigh, looking straight down the lens of the camera. After a few minutes the camera stops and commotion dies down, an assistant appears and drapes a small robe across Ana’s shoulders. Ana stands, pulling the robe closed and ties it, fanning her face a little with her hand beneath the heat of the lights. One of the locations tech guys stares at Ana, forgetting what he is
supposed to be doing as she walks past him and over to the photographer, to look at the images on the screen. The photographer embraces her smiling and kisses her on both cheeks. \\
Pierre D – WCF Photographer- “ Ah, Miss Valentine, gorgeous as ever! Tell me, when you are going
to get me that gorgeous man of yours in front of my camera?!”
:: Ana laughs and shakes her head, patting Pierre’s arm gently. ::
Ana Valentine *The Pristine Princess* “I don’t think you’re his kind of photographer sweetie….”
:: Pierre mock-sighs dramatically as he shrugs his shoulders. ::
Pierre D – WCF Photographer- “Oui? Well, I can dream… Tell me, what do you think of these shots?
Superbe, no?”
// Ana nods her heads slowly, pulling on the belt of the robe to ensure it is closed properly, she leans closer to the screen to inspect the photographs a little more closely, she smiles to herself as she looks at each shot. She then straightens up and cocks her head to one side pensively. \\
Ana Valentine *The Pristine Princess* “Yes, almost perfect….”
:: Pierre looks shocked as her turns and looks at Ana ::
Pierre D – WCF Photographer – “ALMOST?!”
Ana Valentine *The Pristine Princess* “There’s not quite enough, Gold in the photographs for my liking…”
Pierre D – WCF Photographer – “Ah yes, I heard that you have been given another chance at the
United States Championship…”
// Ana Valentine shakes her head disapprovingly, she chews on her bottom lip for a moment as though in thought and steps back, sitting down in a chair in front of the desk where the screens for viewing the photographs is sat. Pierre sits beside her and she angles her body slightly, turning to talk to him. \\
Ana Valentine *The Pristine Princess* “Chance has nothing to do with it… He took something from me that doesn’t belong to him Pierre. I’m not a sore loser, I can take a loss when it’s deserved and even congratulate the winner when they deserve that. But what he did, how he took, not won, but
took the belt from me… it just doesn’t settle right… See, I have proved time and time again that I am an honest person who not only carries themselves with integrity and discipline, but also, I am someone who respects me fellow wrestlers, my fellow man. Do you really think if it had been Shane Borderland in the ring with Tek at Slam, that he would have had the ref throw the match out?! … No, e would have thrown down the pin and walked away with his idea of a victory….”
Pierre D – WCF Photographer – “But is the life of a wrestler not to win at all costs? I mean, yes it is nice indeed that you show care towards that man but, would the victory not have still counted?”
// Ana sighs and shakes her head. She smiles lightly and places a hand over Pierre’s. \\
Ana Valentine *The Pristine Princess* “What would it have served me Pierre? That match meant nothing.. it was simply a little show for the fans, it served no purpose but education and adrenaline. If I had pinned him, if I had taken the victory, I may have gained another notch on the bed post, as it were, but what I would have lost would have been so much more. I have a responsibility to the fans to provide them with a role-model to be proud of. Do you know how many impressionable young minds follow the careers and celebrity of WCF stars? Hundreds, if not thousands of kids are changed everyday by what they see, we have the duty of care to ensure that when we shape their minds, when we set an example, it is to live a life of honesty, integrity and respect. I may not have gained a victory at Slam, but I gained a sense of wealth, a sense of honour people like Shane Borderland cannot possible understand. To him, it doesn’t matter what it means, it is all nothing, all one big grey blur where he can do as he pleases without consequence and I am sick of it, I am going to make sure that the next time Shane Borderland walks out of Slam, it will be WITHOUT the United States Championship!”
Pierre D – WCF Photographer – “Oooh, your passion gives me chills, quickly let me get my camera, I
love it when you are all fired up!”
// Ana laughs and shakes her head in a playful mocking way. She walks over to the beautiful white
wrought iron arch dotted with red and pink roses and drops her robe, sliding one arm over her chest she juts her hips back and smiles poutily down the camera as the clicking and whirring starts up again, Pierre calling encouragement as he takes shot after shot. \\
---- The scene fades out to black ----
