Post by Alan Envy on Apr 25, 2015 22:17:50 GMT -6
Switching away from the end of the TV Title Tournament match, the monitor now displays the view of a pair of long tanned legs that belonged to a woman wearing a super short purple miniskirt. The woman's legs, punctuated by a pair of high pink platform stilettos, slowly and seductively made their way down a hall in the backstage area. The camera followed the legs on their journey with only a view of the woman from the waist down. Finally, the legs stopped as Hunter Valentyne now came into view. Hunter, who was seated on a steel chair and lacing up his wrestling boots in preparation of his match, stopped what he was doing immediately as the legs approached him. Hunter ginned, following the trailing of the legs with his eyes. However, once he realized who those sexy legs belonged to, that smile quickly disappeared and was instead replaced by a look of disappointment mixed with boredom.
Hunter Valentyne: "Oh...it's you..."
Panning out, the camera now shows the scene in it's entirety, including the owner of those killer stems. It's the devilishly drop-dead gorgeous Blair Buchannan-Valentyne; Hunter's estranged wife. In addition to the skirt and the heels, Blair had on a matching tight purple tube top, exposing her ample cleavage and tight toned abs which were decorated with a thin gold belly chain. Her long dark red hair was up in a sexy high ponytail and she had long side bangs swept over one eye. Blair who is clutching a stack of papers stapled together in one hand, looks down at Hunter with the same lack of enthusiasm he met her with as she begins to speak.
Blair Buchannan-Valentyne: "We need to talk."
Hunter Valentyne: "Wish I could babe but I got a match to get ready for."
Blair Buchannan-Valentyne: "I want a divorce Hunter. I know you've been avoiding my calls and the calls from my attorney."
Hunter Valentyne: "No shit. I know you're after half of everything I got. Why should I give that to you? You're just a bratty little child who thinks she deserves the world when the world don't own shit. Typical...here's a thought: If you need money so bad why don't you try WORKING for a living?!"
Blair Buchannan-Valentyne: "I don't want to go over this again and again...here, just sign the papers and lets move on with our lives."
Hunter snatches the papers from Blair and looks them over briefly. As he eyes the pages, a smirk crosses his lips. He then looks back to Blair.
Hunter Valentyne: "Suck my dick."
Blair Buchannan-Valentyne: "Can we please try and speak to each other like adults? You don't have to be such an asshole about it. I'm just trying to have a conversation."
Hunter Valentyne: "No seriously. You suck my dick...i'll give you what you want."
Blair Buchannan-Valentyne: "You're disgusting! That's never going to happen."
Hunter Valentyne: "Oh please. Save that Mary Poppin's act for somebody who doesn't already know what you're about. It's no different from what you're already doing to Jesse's Brother..."
Blair Buchannan-Valentyne: "What's that supposed to mean."
Hunter Valentyne: "Come on Blair...your big mouthed mother has been telling anyone who will listen that you two are about to come into a huge fortune. Then you all of a sudden show interest in Skunkboy Styles? That's low even for you. It doesn't take a genius to realize what you and that old hag are up to."
Blair Buchannan-Valentyne: "You don't know what you're talking about..."
Hunter Valentyne: "Yeah well neither do you if you think you deserve one red cent of my money. Good luck whoring yourself out though. Maybe you'll actually get a decent payout this time. I guess you don't always get what you want after all."
Hunter winks at Blair, who is fuming mad. He turns around and walks off camera. Immediately after, there's the sound of paper being torn followed by the scraps of what's presumed to be the divorce papers tossed into the air, falling around Blair like confetti. The scene fades out.
Hunter Valentyne: "Oh...it's you..."
Panning out, the camera now shows the scene in it's entirety, including the owner of those killer stems. It's the devilishly drop-dead gorgeous Blair Buchannan-Valentyne; Hunter's estranged wife. In addition to the skirt and the heels, Blair had on a matching tight purple tube top, exposing her ample cleavage and tight toned abs which were decorated with a thin gold belly chain. Her long dark red hair was up in a sexy high ponytail and she had long side bangs swept over one eye. Blair who is clutching a stack of papers stapled together in one hand, looks down at Hunter with the same lack of enthusiasm he met her with as she begins to speak.
Blair Buchannan-Valentyne: "We need to talk."
Hunter Valentyne: "Wish I could babe but I got a match to get ready for."
Blair Buchannan-Valentyne: "I want a divorce Hunter. I know you've been avoiding my calls and the calls from my attorney."
Hunter Valentyne: "No shit. I know you're after half of everything I got. Why should I give that to you? You're just a bratty little child who thinks she deserves the world when the world don't own shit. Typical...here's a thought: If you need money so bad why don't you try WORKING for a living?!"
Blair Buchannan-Valentyne: "I don't want to go over this again and again...here, just sign the papers and lets move on with our lives."
Hunter snatches the papers from Blair and looks them over briefly. As he eyes the pages, a smirk crosses his lips. He then looks back to Blair.
Hunter Valentyne: "Suck my dick."
Blair Buchannan-Valentyne: "Can we please try and speak to each other like adults? You don't have to be such an asshole about it. I'm just trying to have a conversation."
Hunter Valentyne: "No seriously. You suck my dick...i'll give you what you want."
Blair Buchannan-Valentyne: "You're disgusting! That's never going to happen."
Hunter Valentyne: "Oh please. Save that Mary Poppin's act for somebody who doesn't already know what you're about. It's no different from what you're already doing to Jesse's Brother..."
Blair Buchannan-Valentyne: "What's that supposed to mean."
Hunter Valentyne: "Come on Blair...your big mouthed mother has been telling anyone who will listen that you two are about to come into a huge fortune. Then you all of a sudden show interest in Skunkboy Styles? That's low even for you. It doesn't take a genius to realize what you and that old hag are up to."
Blair Buchannan-Valentyne: "You don't know what you're talking about..."
Hunter Valentyne: "Yeah well neither do you if you think you deserve one red cent of my money. Good luck whoring yourself out though. Maybe you'll actually get a decent payout this time. I guess you don't always get what you want after all."
Hunter winks at Blair, who is fuming mad. He turns around and walks off camera. Immediately after, there's the sound of paper being torn followed by the scraps of what's presumed to be the divorce papers tossed into the air, falling around Blair like confetti. The scene fades out.