The office of Dr. Stevie weren't always filled with brain washing and manipulation. One had to take time for leisure as well and that's exactly what the doctor was doing at the moment. Sitting behind his desk, he rubbed his chin as he concentrated upon the task in front of him. Jenga, a game of mental and physical skill. The therapist had formed a fairly impressive tower as he leaned back in his leather chair to carefully plan his next move.
Daffney: "Hiya Doc!"
Dr Stevie: "Hello Daffney."
Stevie gave a quick nod of acknowledgment as Daffney entered the room but it was obvious that his attention was focused elsewhere.
Daffney: "We're doing so well in this whole King of the Ring deal! Punk, Teddy and Raven all qualified!"
Dr. Stevie: "Hm. Yes. It's a very prosperous time for us."
Daffney: "And there is a Queen of the King too! Did ya know that? I'm gonna strangle all those other broads and get myself a shiny crown! Startin' with that Natayla chick! I'm gonna win the tournament, yeah! This tournament is mine, yeah! I hope the rest of 'em all die, BLEH!"
Dr. Stevie's face gives a few noticeable twitches as he looks upwards. He retains a pleasant smile for the moment.
Dr. Stevie: "Daffney."
Daffney: "Did you say something, Doctor?"
Her head tilted sideways in a curious manner, smiling blankly into the distance.
Dr. Stevie: "I can't hear myself think with you singing."
Daffney: "Sorry! Won't happen again."
Dr. Stevie: "..Better not."
Daffney proceeded to prop herself up against the nearest wall. She began to drum her painted fingernails along it's surface while humming in an overly annoying way.
Daffney: "Hm, hm, hm...hm...hm, hm, hm, HM HM.."
Dr. Stevie: "Shhhh!"
Daffney: "I wasn't singing, I was humming!"
Dr. Stevie: "Find something constructive to do with your time."
Daffney rolls her eyes and removes a pack of gum from her skull and stitches covered purse. She pops the piece into her mouth and begins to blow an enormous sized black bubble that grows increasingly larger with each passing moment. Just as it reaches it's peak, Stevie is poised to place another piece onto his wavering tower.
..POP!
The tower crumbles due to the doctor's momentary lack of concentration. With his hands shaking, his sight instantly turns to the lone female member of The Family.
..A quick moment passes and the view changes from the outside of the office. After a yelp Daffney finds herself tossed out into the hallway, landing on her side as she rolls a few times before stumbling to her feet. Growling with her fists clenched, she shouts back towards the doctor's quarters.
Daffney: "Fine! Throw me out! See if I care! I'm gonna win this whole stupid tournament and then I'll be laughin at ya! Ya hear me?! LAUGHIN! HA HA!"
Her purse is tossed out as well, at a great velocity, which knocks The Scream Queen over after it's impact.
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With a brown fedora and a matching trench coat over her gothic attire, Daffney had set off to locate other members of her group. Hopefully, they would be more helpful towards her than Dr. Stevie. Why exactly she thought that adding elements from a 1940's detective to her ensemble would assist in this is a mystery. Insanity works in very strange ways. Daffney scoured the arena for Raven and found him in the deepest and darkest spot possible: The Boiler Room. The poet of the macabre was seated beside a furnace with a couple of chains hanging above his head. Daffney soon stood beside him as she peered downwards and whipped out a pen and notepad.
Daffney: "Alright, Raven. I'm here to ask you a few questions. Seein' as how you're a vet and all, I need you to tell me the best way to beat Natalya.."
Daffney readied her pen, eager to jot down any pearls of wisdom Raven would bestow upon her. But that never came. Raven rose to his feet and stared down Daffney before walking past her, heading on his way and deeper into the boiler room. Heavily annoyed by this reaction, Daffney crumbles up her notepad in a rage.
Daffney: "Were your parents raped by syllables or something?! GUH!"
The zombie storms off as well, albeit in the opposite direction.
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Despite Raven not offering much assistance, Daffney knew someone who would help. Someone who never seemed to be at a loss for words. The Second City Saint: CM Punk. She had found him sitting on the hood of his car outside of the arena. He rubbed his chin at the question that had been presented to him. "How should I beat Natalya?". After careful deliberation, Punk gave her his answer.
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With her game plan now devised, Daffney was more than prepared. Her encounter with the first female to ever prove tough enough to graduate from Stu Hart's dungeon was on the horizon. The dungeon, located in the basement of what referred to as The Hart House in Alberta, was actually up for sale. The pale, dark haired female stood in front of the gates leading to the mansion, staring up at it. Daffney: "They say if you listen close enough on a cold Canadian night, you can hear the ghost of Stu Hart moaaaaaning in the darkness. ...HEHEHEH..."
She cackled. Of course, anything morbid was going to catch her attention.
Daffney: "Ladies and gents, this is were a young Natalya Neidhart spent most of her childhood. And they say I'M crazy! What kind of little girl wanted to spend her days being beaten, stretched and kicked around?"
Daffney paused long enough to allow a wide grin to stretch across her features.
Daffney: "Kinda sounds like fun to me, actually! Maybe me and Natty have more and common than it seems? Ooooh, wouldn't that be spooky, Natt? Except there's one..iddy..biddy..teeny..tiny..difference. While you might have enjoyed being beaten down..I tend to enjoy GIVING the punishment.."
Getting giddy, she slides her hands over her mouth and tries not to burst out into laughter again.
Daffney: "You wouldn't know much about that now would ya? Because it's been awhile since you held The Sky High Title. Ya ain't done much since then, have ya? Another difference between us! 'Cause, ya see, I'm undefeated! I've never been pinned or made to submit or anything like that! I've beaten Maryse, Torrie Wilson, Taylor Wilde..and pretty soon you too! There isn't anything anyone can do to me that I haven't already done to myself! Do you think I would tap out to your little Sharpshooter! Yeah right! Loser, loser, LOSER! HAH!"
Daffney slides her fingers around the gate in front of her and grips them tightly.
Daffney: "Ya know what ya should do, Natty? Gather up some headless chickens or Quijia board's and perform a seance! 'Cause the only way you're gonna beat me is if ya round up a bunch dead relatives to take me down! Otherwise no physician in the world will be able to fix you. I'm gonna rain dance all over your homecoming picnic, pinky.."
Daffney releases her grip on the bars and slowly walks backwards, still sporting that psychotic grin.
Daffney: "This dump is for sale? Maybe I should invest! I'm gonna need a kingdom when I become the queen! Plus it's haunted. Already up my alley. Probably a bunch of lame pictures of The Hart Family all over the place. I could replace them with portraits of my lovely Dr. Stevie..."
She sighs dreamily for a moment before snapping back to her senses. With her fist clenched tightly, she shakes her head lightly.
Daffney: "No, no, no. ..Not pictures of him. Pictures of ME! I'm doing this for myself. I'm gonna win this whole thing and prove how valuable I am to the entire Family!"
Hands rested upon her hips, she nods in determination before glancing over to the camera still filming her.
Daffney: "..You still here? Well, get lost! I've got royal proclamations to think about. And I've got ghosts to hunt.."
Producing a flashlight from her purse, Daffney begins to creep around the grounds while the camera pans backwards and away.
