Dr. Stevie: "You were very impressive during the Queen of the Ring tournament.."
The doctor leaned closely over The Scream Queen's shoulder.
Dr. Stevie: "..But you didn't win. You couldn't beat..Torrie Wilson?"
Dr. Stevie nearly scoffed and Daffney's lips twisted into a very deep scowl.
Dr. Stevie: "This is your chance for redemption."
Stevie took a hold of Daffney's pale chin and tilted her head upwards to stare directly towards him.
Dr. Stevie: "Are you paying attention?"
Daffney responded with a sharp nod.
Dr. Stevie: "I want to see some gold Daffney. WE want to see some gold. There is absolutely no reason you shouldn't be able to cripple Melina. She's just an egotistical, shallow puddle of a human being. Someone who craves fame in all of it's decadence. Losing to her would be a disgrace. Do you understand?"
Again, she responds with another nod of the head. The doctor steps around so that he is now facing Daffney and he kneels down in front of her. After placing his hands on her knee's, he gives her a very dire look.
Dr. Stevie: "Failure is going to result in very extensive and very painful sessions. I don't want to have to do that and you know it. But if you don't win that title, I'm afraid you will leave me with very little option.."
Daffney lowers her head and remains completely silent. But soon she begins to softly laugh.A hand grips her therapist by the collar and a grin filled with madness appears upon her features.
Daffney: "Oh, I'm not going to lose. I'm going to twist Melina's pretty little head until she screams and screams and SCREAMS. I'll be a champion. And when I become a champion..."
She begins to dance a couple of fingers along his chest before roughly releasing her grip on his attire.
Daffney: "I'm going to start getting some respect around here.."
Daffney pushes herself to her feet and sways away from the chair she had been sitting in and departs from the dim room she had been dwelling in. Dr. Stevie slowly brings himself back to his feet and is more than a little surprised. This was the first time he could recall witnessing Daffney showing so much will power..
Daffney has relocated to another darkened room but this time she is alone. Behind her is a wooden table with a Polaroid camera resting upon it. In a kneeling position, she's wearing a vinyl black dress and a small top hat atop of her head which has a funeral vein that hangs transparently in front of her face. She seems somewhat subdued as she gently taps her fingers together in concentration.
Daffney: "I have been with this company for about a year or so now. And during that year I was completely undefeated. Natalya, Maryse, Torrie Wilson, Taylor Wilde, Daizee Haze..I beat all of 'em. And do you know how many one on one title shots I got?"
Daffney: "I have been with this company for about a year or so now. And during that year I was completely undefeated. Natalya, Maryse, Torrie Wilson, Taylor Wilde, Daizee Haze..I beat all of 'em. And do you know how many one on one title shots I got?"
Daffney looks about as if she were in a deep state of thought.
Daffney: "None! Nada! ZIlch! Goose egg! ZERO! It's enough to drive somebody a little..I dunno..CRAZY?!"
She begins to laugh which she is accustomed to doing when dealing with just about any situation.
Daffney: "What's the deal? Do you have to be BLOND to get any chances around here? Are people afraid I'm going to hurt their little pin-up playthings like Trish Stratus and Torrie Wilson? Well, there's an entire culture of people who happen to think I'm one of the hottest things on the planet.."
Daffney places one hand behind her head and another on her hip and performs a little gyration.
Daffney: "But lookie here! My opponent isn't a blond skank! Nope. She's a brunette SLUT! Different hair color but same mind set! Miss Sky High Champion Melina. How many times have ya had that belt now? Stop being so greedy ya little spoiled, rich WHORE!"
The camera behind Daffney flashes and a picture slides it's way out. Daffney plucks it free and gives it a few shakes.
Daffney: "And I know Melina likes to strike her little poses and have people snap pictures of her. Well, 'Ol Daffers is a pretty good photographer too!"
The picture is slapped onto the wall behind her and it appears to be a photo of a grizzly, severed arm that had been torn off. Presumabably by an animal or some kind of horrible accident.
Daffney: "I bet Melina doesn't like MY kind of photographs does she? But the paparazzi are pretty ravenous people themselves. They would tear and claw to get a lock of a celebrity's hair or even slit their own mothers throats for a piece of their pre-chewed gum. That is what Melina is all about. Fame and excess. Well, I want some of that! I didn't get to be queen because some cheating, horrible BITCH but this is a new opportunity! Daffney..SKY HIGH CHAMPION.."
She holds her hands outwards to take in the grand scope of her idea as if it were being displayed on a huge billboard.
Daffney: "And all I have to do step on Melina's throat and I can have my own sparkly belt."
The camera flashes once again and produces another picture. Daffney swipes it and places it onto the wall beside the first. It looks like a horrible, decomposing face with it's mouth wide open, teeth missing and clumps of dirt and insects across it.
Daffney: "And then The Family get's more attention, we all get to look important, and Dr. Stevie is nice and happy. Every body wins! Except for Melina. But who cares about her any way? My ring entrance is much, much more provocative and sexier than hers. And I'm a MUCH better wrestler. Has Melina ever done anything remotely hardcore or tough in her entire life? I doubt it. I dunno where the hell Melina is from, Hollywood I guess, but there's nothing but fake, plastic mannequins there. But Melina isn't a mannequin. Mannequin's don't have faces. But I wouldn't have much of a problem biting off her nose, ripping out her eyes and tearing her ears off..HEHEHEHHH.."
Another flash creates a third picture. It finds it's place on the wall with the others. This one is of a gruesomely infected eyeball and it fits perfectly with Daffney's horrific wall of photography.
Daffney: "I know parting with her title is really going to hurt Melina since she's such a selfish, vain little twit but some things just have to be done. And my little wall, my wall right back here, it's a little bare. I need some fresh meat to fill it out so to speak. And I think I have the perfect specimen for my portfolio. Take a good, hard look at these snapshots Melina. Because when I'm done with you and I take your title, you're are going to fit in with them really well. I just have to decide which one of your pretty little features I want to disfigure the most.."
The camera hums and snaps one final, blinding shot at the camera to end Daffney's twisted proclamation.
