Post by Violet Rayne on Dec 23, 2009 18:40:51 GMT -6
Violet Rayne's video promo opens on a rather barren sound stage, somewhere in the CWE arena. She is sitting in a rather generic and black reclining chair. As everything comes into signal, she is chatting away too someone off screen and completely oblivious to the camera or its status.
"Really? No more 'Diva' huh?" '...' "The Pussycats!? Who are you Josie? No way, it should totally be Violet Rayne and the Plumettes. Get it? Plummet?" '...' "What!? It's totally true." '.' "No?" '..' "Fine, how about the CWE Provocateurs?" '...' "What do you mean too many letters? Is there a limit?" '.' "Four!?" '... ... ...' "Did you just say Wildcats?" '.' "I swear to Dog if I didn't have a promo to-" Violet Rayne looks over at the camera, which was obviously live. There is an awkward pause as she throws her very un-punk Royal Milk Tea out of the scene, spitting and choking as she does. "What are you trying to do, poison me!?" She looks at her off camera nemesis in a threatening manner before looking back into the camera. "Hi mudboys, dirtgirls, surface dwellers everywhere and welcome to the Princess Pineapple Hour brought to you by:
"Why did you throw it away?" '...' "I know what I said, but I love Royal Milk Tea!" She looked slowly back to the camera which had caught her again, "But only when I have a nice Maui Gold Pineapple to wash the totally uncool taste from my mouth." The camera changed angles, allowing her to do the same.
"Mr. Johnson says it's time for the Battle Bowl. Ms. Johnson says I'm seemingly unstoppable." Violet looked off camera, "Did she really say seemingly? Christopher Columbus, what does a girl have to do?" '...' "Did someone actually do that?" '...' "Well, of course they should. But that's not-" Violet let out an exasperated sigh before turning her attention back to the camera. "Kasey Kasey says I'm a whore of the World World." Violet stops again, "Really the World World? I was hoping for something like Cake World or Gold World or even- "Not yet! Dogs made it!" The video sputtered to a stop as the camera jerked back to a Violet Rayne who was on the edge of her seat and flailing her arms. "Phew." She fell back into the large recliner taking a moment to catch her breath. "Ever have one of those days? I know for a fact Kasey Kasey has, because I hand delivered them. But I have had some myself, and when I do? Nothing takes the edge off like a Fruit Frappe Pineapple Frothy Bubble Bath" Violet brings a bottle
up next to her face and exhales a long and relaxed breath that could be felt through the screen, before being distracted off camera again. "What?" She asked, a little annoyed. "What? Can't a girl make an honest dollar?" '....' "Hey, Hey! I'm the Pineapple Princess!" Violet launches herself out of her chair as the crashing of light stands, breaking bulbs and a grown man crying 'not the face!' can be heard for a few seconds before the signal goes black with a second, louder crash:
'Not the face!!'
Violent brushes some hair from her face as she sits back in her chair again, shooting a very violent look off camera as the signal comes back. She looks back to the camera, again clearing her voice as if she was taken off guard. "Sorry about that mudboys and dirtgirls, tech stuff I won't bore you with." She looks off the camera, but this time to the other side. "Where was I?" '...' "Oh yes, Battle Bowl 2010! 10! 10! 10!" She pauses for dramatic effect, even though this promo had lost dramatic effect about 2 minutes ago. "For which I hold the stipulations card in my very hot little hands, so let me cut it straight line for you-" '...' "What?" '...' "My hands?" Violet turned to the changing camera, "Why e.l.f's Mostly Organic Pineapple Bath & Body Moisturizing Hand Cream, of course." She flashed another grin to the camera, her gorgeous hands now holding a tube of "3. 2. 1" She tosses it over her shoulder, with love and profit. It was the last of her endorsement spots, so she lost her pitchwoman demeanor and hung a punk rock leg over the arm of the recliner while flashing some granny panties. She exhales all the professionalism from her body. "Kasey Kasey? Dirtgirl of the Zero Signal? I don't know what your geo stats are right now, but I know exactly where you'll be on January 3rd. Do you?"
The camera pulls back quite a bit, showing a large, empty space to the right of Violet Rayne. When suddenly 100 pineapples fall from the ceiling and crash through the sound stage into the room below. Even Violet, The Pineapple Princess herself, is shocked by the violent impact and leaps back. A few seconds pass before she slowly peers down the gaping hole in the floor, "Holy sh" A steel cage rockets by just inches from her face, plummeting into the hole, banging wood and wire mesh into a second horrible sound that couldn't quite be described before it ended in mangled, fruity pulp.
Violet looked down into the hole again and thanking her lucky stars that the aquarium people hadn't lent her the narwhal. That would have been total system legal.
Violet looks back up to the camera. "Uhm, steel cage? Pins and submissions are legal, but I would totally try to escape if I were you." She took another look into the hole and winced before looking back, "Really, I would." Violet Rayne points her finger gun at the camera and is just about to fire, when her eyes drift upwards. "Oh my- no. No! Not the Christmas Tree. Cancel that res!" The signal cracks out as fully decorated Christmas tree plunges into the stage hole with a Christmas cacophony of tropical steel meshed splendor.
"Really? No more 'Diva' huh?" '...' "The Pussycats!? Who are you Josie? No way, it should totally be Violet Rayne and the Plumettes. Get it? Plummet?" '...' "What!? It's totally true." '.' "No?" '..' "Fine, how about the CWE Provocateurs?" '...' "What do you mean too many letters? Is there a limit?" '.' "Four!?" '... ... ...' "Did you just say Wildcats?" '.' "I swear to Dog if I didn't have a promo to-" Violet Rayne looks over at the camera, which was obviously live. There is an awkward pause as she throws her very un-punk Royal Milk Tea out of the scene, spitting and choking as she does. "What are you trying to do, poison me!?" She looks at her off camera nemesis in a threatening manner before looking back into the camera. "Hi mudboys, dirtgirls, surface dwellers everywhere and welcome to the Princess Pineapple Hour brought to you by:
"Why did you throw it away?" '...' "I know what I said, but I love Royal Milk Tea!" She looked slowly back to the camera which had caught her again, "But only when I have a nice Maui Gold Pineapple to wash the totally uncool taste from my mouth." The camera changed angles, allowing her to do the same.
"Mr. Johnson says it's time for the Battle Bowl. Ms. Johnson says I'm seemingly unstoppable." Violet looked off camera, "Did she really say seemingly? Christopher Columbus, what does a girl have to do?" '...' "Did someone actually do that?" '...' "Well, of course they should. But that's not-" Violet let out an exasperated sigh before turning her attention back to the camera. "Kasey Kasey says I'm a whore of the World World." Violet stops again, "Really the World World? I was hoping for something like Cake World or Gold World or even- "Not yet! Dogs made it!" The video sputtered to a stop as the camera jerked back to a Violet Rayne who was on the edge of her seat and flailing her arms. "Phew." She fell back into the large recliner taking a moment to catch her breath. "Ever have one of those days? I know for a fact Kasey Kasey has, because I hand delivered them. But I have had some myself, and when I do? Nothing takes the edge off like a Fruit Frappe Pineapple Frothy Bubble Bath" Violet brings a bottle
up next to her face and exhales a long and relaxed breath that could be felt through the screen, before being distracted off camera again. "What?" She asked, a little annoyed. "What? Can't a girl make an honest dollar?" '....' "Hey, Hey! I'm the Pineapple Princess!" Violet launches herself out of her chair as the crashing of light stands, breaking bulbs and a grown man crying 'not the face!' can be heard for a few seconds before the signal goes black with a second, louder crash:
'Not the face!!'
Violent brushes some hair from her face as she sits back in her chair again, shooting a very violent look off camera as the signal comes back. She looks back to the camera, again clearing her voice as if she was taken off guard. "Sorry about that mudboys and dirtgirls, tech stuff I won't bore you with." She looks off the camera, but this time to the other side. "Where was I?" '...' "Oh yes, Battle Bowl 2010! 10! 10! 10!" She pauses for dramatic effect, even though this promo had lost dramatic effect about 2 minutes ago. "For which I hold the stipulations card in my very hot little hands, so let me cut it straight line for you-" '...' "What?" '...' "My hands?" Violet turned to the changing camera, "Why e.l.f's Mostly Organic Pineapple Bath & Body Moisturizing Hand Cream, of course." She flashed another grin to the camera, her gorgeous hands now holding a tube of "3. 2. 1" She tosses it over her shoulder, with love and profit. It was the last of her endorsement spots, so she lost her pitchwoman demeanor and hung a punk rock leg over the arm of the recliner while flashing some granny panties. She exhales all the professionalism from her body. "Kasey Kasey? Dirtgirl of the Zero Signal? I don't know what your geo stats are right now, but I know exactly where you'll be on January 3rd. Do you?"
The camera pulls back quite a bit, showing a large, empty space to the right of Violet Rayne. When suddenly 100 pineapples fall from the ceiling and crash through the sound stage into the room below. Even Violet, The Pineapple Princess herself, is shocked by the violent impact and leaps back. A few seconds pass before she slowly peers down the gaping hole in the floor, "Holy sh" A steel cage rockets by just inches from her face, plummeting into the hole, banging wood and wire mesh into a second horrible sound that couldn't quite be described before it ended in mangled, fruity pulp.
Violet looked down into the hole again and thanking her lucky stars that the aquarium people hadn't lent her the narwhal. That would have been total system legal.
Violet looks back up to the camera. "Uhm, steel cage? Pins and submissions are legal, but I would totally try to escape if I were you." She took another look into the hole and winced before looking back, "Really, I would." Violet Rayne points her finger gun at the camera and is just about to fire, when her eyes drift upwards. "Oh my- no. No! Not the Christmas Tree. Cancel that res!" The signal cracks out as fully decorated Christmas tree plunges into the stage hole with a Christmas cacophony of tropical steel meshed splendor.