The Pretender

Since The Family dissolved in late September, Daffney and Dr. Stevie have all but vanished. After pivotal former members CM Punk and Brian Kendrick went at each others throats, some regrouping was in order. Or perhaps a better choice of words would be a vacation. The doctor and patient pairing had just exited from an aircraft and were now making their way through a crowded airport. Both looked considerably different than usual, notably the doctor. He was dressed in a Hawaiian shirt, dark sunglasses, shorts and sandals. His long brown hair hung freely past his shoulders as he inspected the black berry he held in his palm. Daffney was clad in a black, red and white sundress and also sported a pair of shades. Despite the fact that they seemed to travel somewhere tropical, her ghostly complexion had remained the same. However, she was all natural at the moment, sans any form of zombie style make up. The Scream Queen stretched her arms over her head and sighed in contentment. 


Daffney: "That was really nice."

Dr. Stevie: "Agreed. We both needed the time off."

The two stepped onto an automatic railing system as they traveled closer towards the luggage area. Daffney spun around to face her beloved therapist, folding her hands together while staring up at him.

Daffney: "We should do it more often, ya know? Permanently. Maybe settle down and have'a few kids.."

Dr. Stevie: "Uh..what?"

Daffney: "Dont'cha think that sounds nice?"

Daffney batted her eyes and gripped the doctor by the shirt, grinning up at him. His expression was entirely nervous as he glanced about. Fortunately for him, something had caught the dark haired diva's eyes. An overhead monitor above them was showing some EBWF highlights, specifically of newcomer Ariel. Daffney studied her style of dress, demeanor and overall gothic sort of nature as her eyes narrowed into a pair of slits. She released the doctor and turned to face forward, one of her eyes ticking away.

Daffney: "Hm. That's mildly upsetting."

She pushed her aggravation aside and focused on how nice her trip had been. But soon enough she noticed another newcomer. Allison Wonderland. The same deal. Her look was all very familiar. Daffney's eyes continued to darken. Ever the manipulator, Dr. Stevie took notice of this and leaned closely towards one of Daffney's ears.

Dr. Stevie: "Something troubling you? Looks like a few replicas have sprouted up while we were away."

Daffney: "Grrrr.."

It was then that the final nail would be drove into the coffin. Literally as Daffney witnessed Mickie James rising out of a casket with dark hair on the last screen they had passed. She snapped and pointed an accusing finger, screaming and ranting away and drawing a scene in the process. Dr. Stevie merely grinned to himself. She was wound up and all he had to do now was watch her go.
 
Daffney: "Copy-cats! Wannabe's! Look-a-likes! WHAT THE HELL?! I leave for a month and all these no-talents suddenly pop up and try to steal my gig?! GIMME YER PHONE!"

Daffney swiped Stevie's blackberry and instantly hit the speed dial to EBWF Head Quarters. Whomever picked up instantly received an ear full.

Daffney: "GIVE ME A MATCH! ..It's Daffney! I don't care who it's against! ANYBODY! Pick a name out of a hat! ..Stacy Keibler? FINE! I'll smash her face in! I'll rip her apart! I'll KILL HER!"

Daffney stormed off of the railing and tossed the blackberry into a nearby wall before pushing the doors aside to the luggage area. Stevie was understandably aghast as he picked up the remains of his phone, staring at the shattered pieces.

Dr. Stevie: "This cost four hundred dollars!"

  A drastically different Daffney from the one that was filmed earlier sat in front of a camera. The undead make up had returned and she wore a deep scowl on her face. She adjusted the red top hat on her head and smoothed out the twisted version of the sundress she was wearing earlier, still sporting the red, black and white motif. She drummed her black fingernails along the arm rest of the chair she sat in as Dr. Stevie stood beside her. He made a few notes in a clipboard he was holding while straightening out the collar of his white lab coat.


Daffney: "Ya know what I don't like? That a girl can't take one little vacation without a buncha hacks showing up to step all over her toes and ride on her coattails! OH! I remember when they used to call me a freak! A psychopath! A nut case! And now EVERYBODY with a pulse thinks they're just so dark and tortured! Give me a break! If this is supposed to be a joke then I'm not laughing! I hope all of you little rip-off's are paying real close attention because I'm about to show you the difference between the real thing and a buncha lowly nobodies! And I'm gonna demonstrate on Stacy Keibler.."

Dr. Stevie hands Daffney a white cup filled with pills. She downs a few before smacking her lips a few times. She spits the pills out and tosses them into the physician's face. 

Daffney: "You KNOW I hate the blue and white one's!"

Stevie glares deeply towards Daffney who smiles back in a sheepish manner.

Daffney: "Ya know how much I cherish ya, right, puddin?"

The doctor closes his eyes tightly, makes a calming motion with his hands and exhales. He realizes Daffney is probably under a lot of stress overlooks her actions for the time being. He steps off to retrieve something a little more acceptable to her palette. 

Daffney: "As I was saying..Stacy Keibler. We've got a lot of history, don't we, Stacy? Remember in WCW when we were both fighting over the same guy?"

Daffney cackles one of her trademark laughs before shoving a finger into her mouth, creating a gagging sound.

Daffney: "What were WE thinking, huh? I'm crazy so I have an excuse! YOU were just after his money you scuzzy little whore! You were a dirty slut back then and it doesn't look like much has changed!"

Dr. Stevie: "Now I'm not saying Stacy's a gold digger.."

The doctor hands Daffney a new cup. She inspects the red and black pills and downs them, licking her lips and giving her stomach a quick rub.

Daffney: "Ah. Much better. But the past is the past! I don't care about any of that anymore because I'm focused on the future and I've found a real man. And you, Miss Hancock, are standing in my way. And I've found out that this is a number one contender's match? Who would want to see YOU as the Women's Champion? You would just take it to some sleazy club and let ugly, sweaty drunk guys spill beer all over it. Or maybe you would just share it with Torrie so she wouldn't feel like such'a failure all the time. Whatever the case may be, I wouldn't use your half a brain cell to dream up a lot of plans because you aren't getting past me."

Dr. Stevie: "I have a prescription for Miss Keibler. Less drinking, partying and frivolity. You are a narcissistic parasite and a strict regime of p90x workouts are the only cure. Until you drown in your own tears and vomit.."

Daffney: "Doesn't that sound peachy?"

Daffney flutters her eyes pleasantly before grimacing menacingly once again, pointing directly towards the lens of the camera in front of her.

Daffney: "I don't care how bad you think you might want this, Stacy. I've got a burning motivation and I'm going to torture you in front of an audience so a pack of amateurs can see who the queen is around here. And when I get a chance at Melina again..oh! Hi Melina! Remember me? I've missed ya! I've been thinking of new ways to slaughter you! Wanna hear some? Too bad! I want to keep a few secrets!"

Daffney downs the last of her pills to regain her focus which was rapidly slipping away.

Daffney: "Focus, focus, focus."

Dr. Stevie: "Mangle Stacy. Prove your dominance. Become the Women's Champion."

Daffney: "Yes! And when I'm the most powerful female in this company? There won't be any doubts. When I have that nifty hunk of gold around my waist no one is going to remember the names of those pitiful copy's. The only talk is going to be about me and that's exactly how it should be. Warm those pipes up, Stacy! You're gonna scream 'till your throat bleeds! Want some practice? Here, I'll show you how it's done!"

Daffney begins to scream her head off, terror filled, horrible screams with bits of laughter mixed in. Dr. Stevie nods in approval and jots down a few final notes regarding his wicked little charge..