The creeping laughter belongs to Daffney who is perversely amused about the opportunity that has been given to her. A chance to rip apart two pretty blond's? It's an early Christmas for someone like her. Dr. Stevie's favorite patient, or at least in her mind, is in her locker room which is very dark other than a couple of gothic tinged lit candles. It looks like the perfect spot for a ritual or seance. Or in her case, a human sacrifice. Her face, ghostly pale with splashes of crimson colored make up, is illuminated by the flames.
Daffney: "Oh, lucky, lucky me. I get another chance to wrestle! And it's against a pair of blond's. A wholesome one and a typical Barbie doll. This will be soooo much fun. ..They are soooo pretty and they are SO DEAD!"
After flashing her pearly whites the zombie takes a few steps backwards and spreads her arms outwards. To her left and right are posters are Torrie Wilson and Molly Holly. Both of their eyes have been scratched out with deep red X's and the mouths have been replaced by white scribbles.
Daffney: "Being a wrestler is so limiting some times. Their are rules I have to follow..no fun! Heheheh. You know what I've always wanted to do? Have you ever seen A Nightmare on Elm Street? The original one? There is a scene where Glen, Johnny Depp's character, get's sucked into his bed and GALLONS and GALLONS of blood spray out! All kinds of the beautiful red stuff! ..I always wanted to see if I make some bleed more than that.."
Her head makes a sharp turn sideways and her Cheshire Cat grin becomes a bit wider. But it turns upside and she releases a sigh.
Daffney: "But I'm not allowed to do that. So many limitations. So many laws. But that's ok! I can think of all kinds of fun stuff to do with those two. Like Molly Holly. So, so, SO much fun. She's a good little Christian. BORING! Everyone know's Satan is much cooler! Molly's God might get vengeful if she thought the way that I did and send her to hell. But MY God doesn't care! I can do whatever I want! Poor, poor, little Christian girl. I hope she does a ton of praying before our match. That way she can see how worthless her faith is when I make her shriek and scream! Scream until your lungs are burning! ..Can't wait, Moll's!
The disturbed female turns to Molly's poster and tears it down and quickly to shreds. She steps over to the picture of Torrie Wilson clad in a bikini and runs a couple of fingers across it.
Daffney: "I don't remember much about Torrie Wilson. There are a lot of memories I try to block out. But I do recall that one of her signature moves was rubbing her butt in her opponents face. That doesn't scare me very much. Nothing scares me very much! Heheheheh. Especially not Torrie Wilson. It's really not fair to her. She is a lamb and I am the slaughter! Slice, slice, chop, chop..
Torrie's poster is ripped down as well and Daffney even tears into it with a few of her teeth.
Daffney: "I'm sort of unique here, don't you think? All of the women's division are someone any guy would be proud to take home to their mother's. Not me! Unless their mother's are depraved, corrupt and immoral. But I'll crush all of their hearts with my megaton foot step's! It's what Dr. Stevie want's. And I ALWAYS follow Dr.'s orders. And those little, tiny voices in the back of my head that get REALLY loud and if I don't listen to them. So bossy. And right now their whispering for me to make Torrie and Molly bleed. Heheheheh...those little voices have the best idea's!"
Daffney begins to laugh her head off after giving the viewing audience a glimpse into the mind the mentally unbalanced.
