Let's Kill Tonight!

~Being a nineteen year old wrestler in the biggest company in America was strange. There weren't a ton of wrestlers close to Jamilia Craft's age so she was like the awkward, shy, new kid in class who didn't really fit in. She wasn't even really sure how she got signed. She barely even had a year of experience under her belt. Was it because of her age? Because she wore a mask? Countless number people worked very hard and never got to the big leagues and here she was in only a year and in EBWF. There had to be some kind of resentment amongst her peers. But she just tried to stay humble and keep working to get better while getting on every house show she could. On the upside she had recently been able to work with Stevie Richards and Daffney who both had a ton of combined experience in the industry. Not to mention that she was getting to be on a pay per view, only her second one, after making sporadic appearances on television. She was up against Michelle McCool and Layla. She had very good matches with them in the past but she really couldn't tell if either one of them actually despised her or not. She pushed that all aside as she strolled through the backstage area of the AT&T Center. Even if she was out of character at the moment, the teen still wore a pair of large, dark round sunglasses to at least try and hide her face. The creative team wanted her to change her ring gear so that she fit in with Daffney and Stevie a bit better so she was going off to meet up with the costume designer/seamstress. Eventually she met up with a woman who was working on a piece of long, dark fabric.~

Designer: Hello Jamilia.

Jamilia Craft: Helloooo.

Designer: The gear isn't ready just yet but creative gave me a sketch. They want a gothy, mental patient sort of deal.

~The designer passed over a piece of concept art of the finished product.~

~That was definitely going to take some used to in order to wrestle in. But Jamilia wasn't about to complain.~

Jamilia Craft: Erm, but, what happens if it flips up?

Designer: Well, you wear these underneath!

~The designer pulled out a pair of purple colored trunks and stretched them out a few times. She turned them around to reveal the white skull on the seat. The blush on Jamila's face was only about a mile long. She took them and stuffed them behind her back.~

Jamilia Craft: G-Great! I'll find you when it's finished! U-Uh, thanks!

~With that, she quickly rushed off.~


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A very crowded local mall in San Antonio became the scene for the next setting. The EBWF's favorite nutjob Daffney stood out like a sour thumb even amongst a varied crowd of shoppers. Her back was pressed against a wall in a clothing store as she checked her text messages, probably all to Dr. Stevie, as she gave a glance to the dressing room beside her. She adjusted her small top hat and yelled inside to someone.

Daffney: Are you done yet?!

No response came and The Scream Queen hissed at a pair of passerby's as they walked past, prompting them to pick up their speed. A muffled voice came from the dressing room.

Jamilia Craft: ....I really don't think I know how to deal with this right now....

Daffney: You say that about everything! Just get out here already!

Jamilia slowly crept from the dressing room and was dressed in the long, dark gown from the earlier out-of-character segment. Daffney placed her hands the girl's shoulders and had her face a mirror. And if Daffney stood out in all of her ghoulish delight, Jamilia did even more so. Still wearing her mask that Dr. Stevie told her to always keep on.

Daffney: If ya wanna hang with us ya gotta look the part, kid!

While Jamilia looked at her reflection, Daffney lifted up the back of her gown and revealed her purple trunks and bare legs. She gave Craft's behind a few pats and the masked wrestler quickly spun around and tugged the gown back down. Her eyes beaded around. People were staring. Her shoulders slumped and her hands fiddled about with the fabric of her new outfit.

Jamilia Craft: ....I can't handle all of this staring. Where is Dr. Stevie?

Daffney: Where's Dr. Stevie? Where's Dr. Stevie?

Daffney mocked her in a whiny, nasally sort of voice.

Daffney: Who cares?! Do you know how pitiful you sound right now? Followin' him around like'a lost puppy dog!

The irony in this statement was not lost on Jamilia. But she held her tongue and continued to shiver.

Daffney: Don't worry about where my puddin' is. Worry about our match with LayCool! You HAAAAATE them, don't you? You wanna HUUUUURT them, don't you? Yeah? Yeah? I'm right, aren't I? You better agree with me! You wanna smack around those two skanks, don't cha'?

Jamilia Craft: ....Yeah.

Daffney: What'dya mean 'yeah'?! They've humiliated you! The blond one walked right past you last week and didn't even blink an eye! Ya wanna know why? Cause they ain't afraid of ya. Ya gotta MAKE em afraid of ya. The blond one, that English midget and even that little pet mouse AJ they've got hangin' around if she sticks her nose in our business! They don't see you as a threat but they will after Sunday. They will, they will, they will. Give me an example of what you're going to do to them! Demonstrate!

Daffney motioned towards a manniquen that was positioned beside them. It was pale and white and wearing a designer dress of some kind. Jamilia slowly inched her way over towards it and gave it's shoulder a light push. It just lightly rocked from it's position. This obviously did not please Daffney very much. She was looking for something far more violent.

Daffney: What the hell was THAT?! You're going to do THAT to them?! You are the worst partner ever! You are the reason TNA gets ratings!

The Goth Goddess snatched Jamilia by the ends of her half mask and drug her closely over to her.

Daffney: Do you remember what Dr. Stevie had you do to that poor little bunny?

Jamilia gulped and nodded.

Daffney: Well, Michelle and Layla are poor little bunnies. Hippity hop, hippity hop. Grazing on grass without a care in the world. A world where they treat you like an outcast who isn't good enough. Do you remember what we do to defenseless little bunnies, Jammy?

The teenagers pupils seemed to grow a bit and a tiny, bizarre little smirk started to appear on her face.

Daffney: Then please show me.

Jamilia looked back up at the mannequin as her head tilted it's way to the side. She took the mannequin by the wrist and proceeded to tear it's artificial limb clean off. Raising the arm over her head she began to strike the dummy with it over and over again. It began to fall apart under all of the pressure and the packed store looked on in complete shock. After violently dismantling the figure Jamilia seemed to aimlessly walk towards the exit of the store. She stood hunched over and drug the arm of the broken mannequin along with her. Dr. Stevie's treatments had clearly made her very unstable.

Jamilia Craft: ....I really hate bunnies. The way their noses twitch and their ears flop around. I just can't deal with them.

Daffney: YES!

Daffney cried out in celebration. All it took was a little prompting and she could get Jamilia to wreck whoever she pointed her at. And in this case it happened to be LayCool. Daffney sighed dreamily and folded her hands underneath of her chin.

Daffney: It's such a nice change of pace to be around someone who's nuttier than I am. They grow up so fast.

Daffney looked to all the people who were still staring in wide eyed wonder at the destruction. She unleashed a blood curdling scream at them, which caused panicked hushes, before joyfully skipping along after Jamilia.

Daffney: Wait up! We gotta find a place to get our hair did! Gotta look good for the slaughter, ya know!