Michael Cole hurriedly rushed through the halls of the Wells Fargo Arena, waving the camera man along to follow. He had just spotted Dr. Stevie stepping from his locker, checking the text messages on his open cell phone. The doctor had played a large role in the shocking conclusion of the main event of Death Before Dishonor and Cole certainly wanted to get the first scoop. As the interviewer approached, the wrestling veteran shot him a glare from the corner of his eye.
Michael Cole: "Dr. Stevie, Dr. Stevie! Can I get a word with you? Everyone wants to know about what happened after the Elimination Chamber!"
Stevie shook his head and closed his cell phone. He clearly had no desire to speak on the subject.
Dr. Stevie: "I'm not going to divulge any information to you. I believe CM Punk is going to shed some light on the situation during Aggression. You and everyone else are just going to have to wait."
Cole looked dejected but knew he still had a job to do.
Michael Cole: "Then what about Daffney's match with the debuting Angelina Love of The Beautiful People? A tournament to crown a new Women's Champion."
Dr. Stevie: "Angelina Love and Velvet Sky could certainly benefit from some time on my couch. If they would like to make an appointment, I would be glad to help both of them. But until then they are just going to have to settle for a little physical therapy with Daffney."
Stevie held his cell phone close to his ear and began to head down the hallway.
Michael Cole: "Well, where is Daffney?"
Dr. Stevie: "Inside. Exploring her creativity. If you will excuse me, you ignoramus.."
Cole very slowly inched open the door to Daffney's locker room. She didn't seem to be anywhere in sight. But there were buckets of paint strewn across the floor. Some pieces of artwork were even displayed on the walls. If they had been done by Daffney, she certainly had a talent. Unfortunately most of them were far too grizzly and gory to ever hang in any museum. Some of them were even so graphic that they had to be blurred out for television. As Cole drew closer Daffney suddenly slid in front of him. She was dressed in a white painters smock, covered in different colors, with a black beret resting on her head. She held a paint brush in her hand and whipped it towards one of the walls, some of it splattering against the surface.
Daffney: "Well hello there!"
Cole jumped back a step. The sudden appearance had startled him.
Daffney: "Like what ya see?"
Michael Cole: "It's very.."
Daffney: "Pretty? Amazing? Beautiful?"
Michael Cole: "It's certainly something."
Daffney: "Aw! Thanks!"
Michael Cole: "Daffney, could you perhaps give our audience some insight about what went down at Death Before Dishonor?"
Daffney: "Nuh uh. Nope. My lips are sealed. Gonna just hafta wait, chump. Besides I've got a match against a pair of prostitutes! Ain't ya a MAN? Doesn't that sound HOT?"
Michael Cole: "Well both Angelina and Velvet did have a lot to say about you."
Daffney: "They so hurt my feelings. They said I wasn't creative.."
The dark haired diva frowned but quickly burst into laughter.
Daffney: "But I got over it! I'm not original? PFFFFFT. Whatever. 'Cause two chicks that come out wearing next to nothin' that shake their asses are just SOOOO original. And to top it all off I've got a MUCH better ass than the both of 'em! Shouldn't they be feuding with LayCool to see who ripped off who more? Which one am I even wrestling? The blond slut with the bad boob job?"
Michael Cole: "Angelina Love."
Daffney just squinted and remained silent for a few moments.
Daffney: "That doesn't help me figure out which one is which! Both of 'em are indescribably indistinguishable from one another! But, anyway, I was so offended by their statement that I decided to stretch my wings and show what I could do outside of wrestling!"
The Scream Queen spread her arms out and spun in a slow circle to display all of her artwork.
Daffney: "Pretty, pretty, pretty. So pretty. But Angelina Sky isn't gonna be after I'm done with her."
Michael Cole: "Angelina Love."
Daffney: "Whatever! Here! I'll sketch her out for ya really quick."
Daffney stepped over to a bare portrait and slapped some paint on it. When she was done the runny mess of black colors resembled a stick figure scarecrow with stringy hair and a finger stuffed in it's crudely designed nose. Daffney held the masterpiece in front of her face and dropped her voice into a low, dopey tone.
Daffney: "Duh! Lookit me! I'm Velvet Love! I've got no chance of ever beating Daffney because I'm a LUH-OSER. My big fake stupid boobs are big and fake and stupid!"
Daffney tossed the painting aside and shrugged her shoulders.
Daffney: "See? That's how easy it's gonna be. I never liked either one of them when they were in TNA and I STILL hate them. They thought they were such a big deal. But they ain't nothin' special. And I'll prove it. I'm gonna mangle Angelina's pretty little face. And when I'm done with her.."
She motioned once again to some of the frightening artwork that she had created.
Daffney: "She's gonna wish she looked this good. And I'm gonna go on to be your next Women's Champion. Isn't that going to be wonderful? Now I would really like it if you got out. You're crowding my personal space and stifling my creativity. And we don't really like very many people from THIS company anymore. So what are ya waitin' for? GET OUT! NOW!"
Daffney screamed at Cole and he didn't waste any time and obeying this command. The Gothic Goddess seethed and hissed before cheerfully dabbing her paint brush into some more colors, cheerfully humming away to herself.
