Daffney: "..Me vs Tara..heheh..what a riot.."
We can't see a great deal because only a small, dull light hangs above the insane female's head. She's sitting in a black, leather chair, occasionally giving it a slow spin or two. She is the very epitome of goth, looking as though she had just crawled her way out of a cemetery. Her hair is raven dark and her make up is a mix of pale white and a dark shade of violet. She seems to be constantly amused as she never goes long without snickering or laughing to herself.
Daffney: "She is a very good wrestler. Yes, I know that very well. And she has some kind of obsession with spiders. Hairy, creepy crawling, eight legged freaks. But do you want to know the kinds of things I like? ...Ha ha HA HA HA.."
Bringing her legs close to her chest, she wraps her arms firmly around them, burying her face into her knee caps.
Daffney: "...People suffering...people hurting...heheheheh...people DYING..it's just so FUCKING HYSTERICAL!"
Daffney springs from the chair and grabs the string connected to the light hanging above her head. After a sharp tug, the room is far more visible. Plastered on the wall, and even traces of the ceiling, are newspaper clippings. Obituaries dating back several years, but kept in pristine condition, along with more recent editions. Headlines about murders, everything from gory atrocities to simple passing's are present.
Daffney: "Take a good look.."
The camera pans in a bit closer to get a better perspective on the various different articles with one common theme: death.
Daffney: "Some people think it's strange to be so interested in something like this. But why? Death is an every day common occurrence. Right now..heh heh heh..some one just died. It's a part of life and it's going to happen to everyone. The sun comes up every day and some people like to watch and no one at all thinks it's crazy! ..But I AM crazy. ..Heheh..I'm completely out of my mind.."
Daffney gives the side of her head a few taps while her eyes drift about hopelessly.
Daffney: "But Dr. Stevie says that's ok. He loves me and I love him. And one day, we'll get married and have a bunch of kids and...I'm getting side tracked. That sort of happens a lot to when you're nuts. ..Heheh. Tara. What does all of this mean to you? It means I'm not intimidated by you. Not one, teeny, tiny bit. I'm fascinated with death! And some people think that's the worst thing that can happen to you. So do your worst! You can't scare me! ..And do you want to know what else I like? Telling stories!"
She gives a cheery, but still completely unhinged smile before reaching from under her chair to reveal an odd looking book. She settles herself down onto the chair and motions for the camera to come closer with a couple of violet, nail polish covered fingers.
Daffney: "Gather around, gather around, because this is a good one. Ahem. There once was a girl named Tara. And she left a place called TNA to come here! EBWF!"
Daffney turns the book around and holds the pages open so it can be seen perfectly well. The illustration is of an overly cartoonish version of Tara leaving a crumbling building with "TNA" hanging above it in a rain cloud. She's skipping along to a kingdom where EBWF head honco Wes Ikeda is sitting upon a throne of money, dressed like Rich Uncle Pennybags from the board game Monopoly.
Daffney: "And so, Tara said to herself: "I really like it here! I'm going to do great things! I'll be a champion in no time!"
The page is turned to now reveal Tara standing in a heroic pose, hands upon her hips, sporting a red Superman style cape.
Daffney: "But then she heard a terrible sound.."
The animated version of Tara now looks positively petrified with fear as the word "HISSSSSSSS" appears behind her in an ominous font.
Daffney: "It was a monster! A horrible, terrible monster! It ripped and tore poor Tara to shreds! It licked her brains out and feasted on her organs!"
Our heroine is now shown having her stomach ripped open and her entrails feasted upon in a suddenly grizzly scene. The monster doing the eviscerating is clearly designed to look like Daffney. She slams the book shut and glares into the camera, eyes narrowing into a pair of dangerous slits.
Daffney: "The. End."
