CM Punk has his arms folded across his chest and is giving the interviewer an intimidating death glare. Because of that, he attempts to avoid looking in his direction..
Daffney is looking up towards him with an unsettling grin, which seems to grow ever wider with each moment that passes.
Raven has an arm wrapped around the skinny commentator, standing uncomfortably close. It's impossible to determine his expression as his long strands of multi-colored braids are hanging in front of his face.
Delirious, the masked one with the propensity for spraying out a deadly crimson mist, seems stoic and statue like, crouched low to the ground with his head lowered.
And Dr. Stevie himself stands somewhat at a distance from the others, concentrating on applying a pen to a clipboard he's grasping. But it would probably be a mistake to think that he isn't intently observing his surroundings as well. A nervous Grisham begins..
Todd Grisham: "This week's edition of Warfare will see each of you in action, in one way or another. Daffney, I would like to begin with you.."
Daffney: "Oh, I bet you would..."
Todd Grisham: "At Christmas Eve of Destruction, you were able to secure your spot as the number one contender for Melina's Sky High Championship. This week, you face Taylor Wilde.."
Daffney: "Of course I won that match. DUH! If you put me in a hardcore environment, I'm going to make cadavers out of anyone in the ring with me. And do you remember who I eliminated last to win that match, Todd? Taylor Wilde. With a crow bar SMACK in the middle of her pretty little face. It felt so..heheh..NICE to feel all the fight suddenly leave her body. And just before that I cracked a few of Daizee Haze's ribs with a baseball bat. Trust me, I know, I could hear a fracture.."
Daffney reaches downwards to the top of Delirious' mask and allows a few fingers to toy about with the 'dreadlocks' growing from the top of it.
Daffney: "Did you like it when I did that, Delirious? When I bashed in your ex-friends insides? She yelped in pain, you know.."
Delirious doesn't react or stir very much. He remains frozen in place.
Daffney: "I'll take that as a yes. I'm not sure why you want another..CRACK..heheh..at me, Taylor..but I'll gladly oblige you, mam. I guess I didn't give you enough trauma when I bashed your face in. Try, try again! You should have taken those short, stubby little legs of yours and ran, ran, ran, while you could but I guess you aren't so bright. After our match you and Daizee can compare injuries and decide who is worse off. FUN!"
Daffney begins to creep closer to the camera, pulling it closer to her eye level while tracing a few fingers along the lens.
Daffney: "Oh, and Melina? I hope you're checking underneath your bed for me. Because after I rip apart little Taylor, I'm coming for you. And I'm going to take your title. Please, please watch what I do to Miss USA this week. Because you are going to get it so..sooo much worse. I've got so many special things planned for us.."
Todd Grisham: "Th-Thank you, Daffney.."
Daffney: "A pleasure..."
Daffney performs a little curtsy with the fringe of her gothic style dressed while CM Punk steps forward. He continues to glare at Todd in contempt and the interviewer is finally forced to look towards him.
CM Punk: "I smell something. Any body else catch a whiff of that? I smell nicotine.."
Shit. At this point Todd is really wishing he hadn't had that cigarette half an hour ago.
CM Punk: "So, let me see if I can get grasp on your thought process here. You're about to have an interview with ME..and you somewhere in your puny little brain, you begin to think it's a good idea to light one up? What's wrong? Nerves bothering you? YOU'RE WEAK! Do you know what cigarettes can do to you? Do you WANT Cancer? I bet your lungs look like a chimney! That's real fitting. Do you want your limbs amputated?! What does this say, Todd?"
Punk extends his clenched fists forward, almost directly into the hapless interviewer's face. He can't do much but squirm as Raven still has an arm around him.
Todd Grisham: "I-It says.."
CM Punk: "What does it say?!"
Todd Grisham: "Drug Free!"
CM Punk: "That's right. Something you won't ever be, you disgrace.."
Punk scowls and turns his back to Grisham, folding his arms, deeming him unfit to even look at.
Todd Grisham: "A-Ah, well, in any event, Raven, you will be teaming with Punk in one on two situation against Ted Dibiase JR where Delirious will serve as the special guest referee. Some say this is a no-win situation for Dibiase.."
Raven uses a free hand to sweep his hair away from his face, but still keeps one arm firmly around Todd's shoulder.
Raven: "They say it's a long, hard road out of Hell, Todd. And make no mistake..this is going to be hell for Dibiase. I'm not sure what he has done, or who he has angered to be placed in this predicament, nor do I care. When Delirious brutalized him, he should just taken the beating like a man. Instead, he allowed his ego to get in the way and now his punishment is going to increase ten fold. It's somewhat perplexing to even think where all of this fight even comes from. He is the son of a millionaire, everything he's ever wanted in his entire life has been handed to him. He's never had to crawl through a sewer, or sleep underneath of a car or beg for change. Not like me. So we'll give him a taste of hardship's this week. And I would like for Ted to keep one thing in mind. It's far more difficult to ID a body when it's toothless.."
After being enlightened with that tidbit, Todd tries to inch away but Raven pulls him closer to his side. Punk begins to speak, but with his back still facing Grisham..
CM Punk: "Now, if Ted's heart was as big as his mouth he would be real. But it's not. So, you smack him around a bit and I guarantee he's going to scream. And become another example. Because this movement has a purpose. We didn't decide that we really, really, like a Brad Pitt movie and thought it would be a cute team. We aren't a stupid play on words. This isn't a game. This is true. Maybe Ted can go cry to his pops, Scrooge McDuck, and he'll toss him a few dollars for his hospital bills.."
Raven: "And I'm sure Delirious will be nothing but fair and impartial.."
Punk kneels down so that he's facing the side of Delirious' head, smirking with an intention to antagonize.
CM Punk: "Yeah. He better be. Can you understand me? Huh? You hear me in there? Not going to mess up are you? Again? Like when I had Alex Shelley beat and you screwed up? Answer me, you mother fu--..
Dr. Stevie: "Punk..."
CM Punk: "Aw, I'm just giving him some tough love, Doc.."
Punk lightly smacks the side of the Crimson Demon's face and this causes him to sharply turn his head towards him. Delirious looks poised to bite Punk's face off but the straight edge elitist pushes himself back to a standing position. Todd, meanwhile, wants nothing but to wrap this up..
Raven: "He is literally going to let us get away with murder.."
Todd Grisham: "He isn't going to spray mist, is he?"
Dr. Stevie: "No. He isn't."
Todd releases a sigh of relief but it ends up being short lived. Raven slips away from him only so Daffney can grip his suit and spew a black colored liquid straight onto his chest. Understandably, he recoils in shock in terror.
Dr. Stevie: "But she might."
Acting as if nothing had even occurred, The Doctor looks up from his notes.
Dr. Stevie: "Prognoses for Theodore. Full physical recovery. Undetermined. Full mental recovery. Six months at best."
With that grim prediction the entire group takes their leave.
-EPILOGUE-
Taylor Wilde: "Chicken noodle soup! That only perks me up! Anything made in America, actually!"
On a snowy afternoon, Taylor Wilde is seen helping Daizee Haze up the steps of her apartment. A few bandages can be seen underneath of Daizee's shirt, an effect from taking a baseball shot from Daffney a week ago.
Daizee Haze: "Chill, chill. I'll be OK. Had worse. ..I think."
Taylor Wilde: "Rest up! I will dispose of Daffney and extract FURIOUS VENGANCE!"
Taylor performs a salute before rushing off and Daizee does the same.
Daizee Haze: "You betcha."
Daizee reaches into a pocket to produce a key to her apartment door and soon unlocks it to slip inside. Or she would have if the door wasn't curiously unlocked already. She suddenly freezes up and gasps upon getting an eye full of something unexpected.
EVEN IF YOU RUN - WE WILL FIND YOU
In red, upon many of the walls and even a part of the ceiling. Painstakingly carved in. Most of house is trashed as well, objects and clothing scattered about the floor. Setting on a counter is a music box, chiming along, adding a chilling atmosphere from a device that would normally be soothing..
