:// the loud chime of London’s infamous big Ben sounds throughout the arena. The giant face of the clock fills every screen as the moving hands echo from beneath the chime with a gentle ‘tick tock’. The camera pans out to reveal a huge crowd of people, each of them waving frantically while merging, leaning forward towards the camera, screaming wildly. The excitement lighting up their smiling faces as they jump around, desperate to be shown in shot. In the centre of the crowd, her arms wrapped within the sea of fans about her, is Ana Valentine. Ana turns to the camera, a smile spreading across her flushed face. She slips a hand of manicured fingers through her shimmering blonde hair, cascading down her shoulders in layers of soft buoyant curls. Slipped back either side of her head into loose and clean pigtails. Held in place my black bands beneath a back turned baseball cap, coloured as black as onyx. Her big blue eyes accentuated by her long thick lashes that flutter as she smiles, giving her a flirtatious and whimsical air. Her light, porcelain skin surrounding a pair of juicy glossed lips, curved in perfection. Parting just enough to reveal a set of pearly white teeth. Her slim, toned body wrapped in a black shirt with “LONDON BABY!” emblazoned across the front in red and white glitter. Dropping down to show just enough cleavage, her hot pink bra just peeking through. Cut at the shoulders in a cap sleeve to pair with her elbow length gloves, fingerless and buckled with diamante studded silver. Her middle bared entirely, her navel shimmering in pink softly from her belly bar, the rest of her body lost amidst the sea of people. The camera closens in just a little more as Ana begins to make her way through the crowd. Her soft flesh pressing into others as she winds and weaves her way through. Slowly, they begin to part, allowing her passage through the writhing sea of bodies. She stops occasionally to sign an autograph or pose for a photo. Male fans beaming with pride as they wrap their arms around her, receiving a brief brush of her lips to their cheek. Finally she makes it out from the crowd. Stepping forward a little, she looks directly into the camera, laughing a little as we see the rest of her outfit. Her slim hip are met by a super low rider micro-mini skirt. A pleated plaid in black with accents of hot pink. An area of thigh is bared, the skirt coming just an inch below her buttocks. Completing her outfit, a pair of over the knee lace up wrestling boots in black aged leather. The crowd roar as she does her usual playful pose, swooping her hands into her hair, mocking the sexiness many Diva’s try to achieve as she pushes her chest out, pulling a pout. She then drops the pose, laughing at herself along with the crowd as she stretches up, clapping her hands above her head. She then turns back to the camera with a flick of her hair, laughing a little still as she takes a mic from someone standing just out of shot. She gestures a thank-you with a quick nod of the head. :\\

~* Ana Valentine *~ (Is She Yours?!) : “Well, let me just say how GREAT it is to be here in England! I mean WOW! I thought the fans back home were something but you guys… you just take the cake! You’re all just so kind and welcoming, I can hardly believe what a treasure it is to be here, in your country with so many fantastic people! And not only that, but I have even been taught a little of the local lingo! But, that’s not why I’m here now is it?”

//: As she says this she turns and looks to the crowd, throwing her arms up as they all shout “NO!” She laughs a little, flicking her long blonde ringlets behind her shoulders. They tickle her back a little as she mocks a shiver, playing a little with the crowd as she poses before turning back to the camera, an excited grin slowly invading her lips, brightening her eyes and cheeks in a soft, playful laughter. :\\

~* Ana Valentine *~ (Is She Yours?!) : “That’s right… I’m here to go one on one with the new girl… Brittney! Now Brittney, we were cool, we had a little understanding going. But then.. You had to go and make some smart ass remark behind my back! This Monday could have been great, two Diva’s with mutual respect for one another putting on a great show for these deserving fans.. But now? Now it’s personal.. See, when you messed with Axl, I let that slide… when you jeered and pushed him into querying my own state of self.. I let it go… but that sarcastic remark of yours… that just pushed me OVER THE EDGE! You see, I don’t take kindly to ridicule.. You want Axl? Take him.. More fool him for choosing a cheap 3 minute wannabe over the most promising up and comer this company has ever seen. But to use my personal opinion as a joke… baby, that was a BIG mistake… And don’t get me wrong… there will be no fighting over Axl… the bigger question is, whoever would be damn stupid enough to let ME go?!”

//: Ana giggles a little as the crowd boo to the fact that Axl let her slip through his fingers. Some of the male fans shouting out obscenities concerning this fact. Ana bends forward, a cheer rises from the crowd as her butt cheeks just flash briefly to the crowd as she lies the mic down on the ground. She then straightens up, smoothing her skirt down, suddenly aware of just how short it is, she gives a cheeky, almost bashful smile to the camera and then to the crowd, The crowd simply cheer more at this. A topless double Decker bus then pulls up as Ana smirks, waving her hands for the camera to follow she steps onto the bus, the conductor looking her up and down with a smirk, he glances at her chest, pretending to be reading her shirt. She walks up the steps to the top deck of the bus, the camera following behind her closely. She stands between the chairs signalling for the camera crew to sit down, she then takes a seat in front of them as the bus begins to move. She is handed another mic as she spins slightly in her seat, a few strands of hair getting caught in the cool breeze, whipping softly into her face, she brushes them away tucking them back behind her ear as she takes the mic. :\\

~* Ana Valentine *~ (Is She Yours?!) : “I thought we could take in the sights. I’m sure Brittney is off training somewhere, or drooling over yet another PCW star, hoping to get lucky.. But I’m here to have a little PG fun! Brittney, I’ve never seen you in a match, so I won’t comment on your ability. I won’t sit here and say this will be an easy match, I won’t pretend to think I can walk in there Monday night and take you down before the bell has even finished ringing. But I have a little bit of advice for you, don’t under estimate me, I may look small, but that says nothing for my strength. Make no mistake, this Monday night, I WILL be walking out the victor. Be it quick and easy or long and gruelling, I will defeat you, and I will get that pin! It doesn’t matter how I win, I will win and I will prove once and for all, that this Valentine, is destined for greater things than you can ever imagine. But right now, I’m here to take a look around and enjoy my time here. You wont see me pacing backstage, fretting about our match, you wont see me hitting the gym, pressing myself to be the very best that I can be. Because this time, I have nothing to hold me back, it’s just me and you, one on one and THAT is all that matters!”

//: The scene fades out with Ana enjoying her bus tour around London, soaking up the sights and the fresh air as the camera fades out to a commercial break. :\\