A figure sat behind a desk in a leather chair. There were book's that littered the surface of the sleek surface such as "One Fish, Two Fish, RedFish, BlueFish" and "A Directory of Serial Killers: 2011". Hanging on the walls were clocks in the shapes of cats that flicked their mechanical tails and darted their eyes about with every tock.
Daffney: "Dr. Daffney is IN!"
The EBWF's resident Scream Queen spun about in her chair to face the camera with a devilish grin upon her pasty features. She had her had tied upwards, in an attempt to look more studious, and was also sporting a pair of black rimmed glasses. A white lab coat covered her gothic attire as she lightly began to tap a pen against a clipboard. For reasons known only to herself, she began to speak in a German accent.
Daffney: "And I've got a diagnosis! PAIN! Heheheeee..."
Daffney slid her fingers over her mouth but quickly cleared her throat and regain her 'professional' demeanor.
Daffney: "That's right. Mind numbing pain for Kelly "Kelly" Kelly, Velvet Cry and little mousey AJ Lee. We Elite girls don't play around sucka's! ..I mean..'patients'..
The insane Diva turned her clipboard around to reveal her notes. It was nothing but a bunch of red splatters and skulls and various other drawings of body parts.
Daffney: "If you look here, I believe everything is in order. See? This is our plan. This eyeball right here? It's Kelly. That severed toe? Well, that's Velvet. And the ruptured spleen? That's 'lil AJ. And I'm afraid their condition is terminal. No hope! No survival! Just a buncha little bloody meat puppets! And they dance and dance and dance and.."
Daffney's eyes trail off as she begins lost in her own mental disorder. She still smiles like a loon even as she regains her focus, or what little of it she has. She tosses her detailed notes over her shoulder.
Daffney: "..anyway! No cure! It doesn't matter if Velvet and AJ want to prove themselves to their ex-buddies! It doesn't matter if Kelly Kelly is all determined to finally win a match this year. IT AIN'T GONNA HAPPEN."
The former Sky High Champion slips her way on top of the desk and crawls across it while letting her hair down. She begins to look increasingly feral because of it.
Daffney: "All the three of ya are just low-grade trash. Run of the mill diva's. Ya ain't like us. Yer ordinary. And borin'. We're a team you're just a mismashed Frankenstein monster. With no brain between the lot of ya! Yer zombies. And you're gonna feel and look like the undead when we're done with ya. So get nice and prettied up for the folks at home. Ya wanna look yer best right before yer funeral!"
Daffney couldn't contain it any longer and suddenly broke out into her trademark laughter.
Daffney: "Yer gonna look so STUPID with all that skank make up on when yer covered in blood, bruises and cuts! HAH!"
She slumps back into her chair and kicks her boots up on the desk while folding her hands into her lap.
Daffney: "..Dr. Daffney..is OUT.."
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A party. There was always time for a party. Even if it was 3: am. For Tiffany, there was never a wrong time to indulge. The blond stood out at the House of Blues location as she left the dance floor. Every guy that came her way was shoved aside by Tyler Reks who had accompanied the valet/diva simply because she liked to watch him beat up guys who hit on her. When she removed her large, sunglasses it was obvious even with the clubs effect lights on that her pupils were dilated. Not very surprising considering some of the company she keeps. She strolled on over to a table while clad in a white fur coat, a skimpy top, blue lipstick, a black mini-skirt and fish nets. Seated at the table was Dave Prazak who looked nearly ready to pass out. The throbbing music had given him a headache and he was ready to get to bed. He began in an exasperated tone.
| Dave Prazak | Tiffany. Throw me a bone here. We came here so you could "be in your element" but you still haven't given me an interview yet.
| Tiffany | They keep playing songs I like!
| Dave Prazak | You like every song they play.
| Tiffany | The DJ has good taste.
Tiffany took a in front of Elite's weary interviewer as Reks stood behind her with his arms folded firmly over his chest.
| Tiffany | Ugh. Let's talk about this stupid match against those stupid ho's.
Ever since CM Punk came along she had been forced to wrestle. The NERVE. She was perfectly content with just being a valet. And keeping up with Brian Kendrick's lifestyle. But Punk wanted everyone in the group to carry their own weight so here was she about to step into a ring again.
| Dave Prazak | Well you've got AJ Lee, Velvet Sky and Kelly. Shouldn't be too much trouble since you've got Daffney and Jamilia along with you.
| Tiffany | Hell yeah! Daffy and Jamster! We've got this. They don't have anything on us. Is Velvet Sky supposed to be the "hot" one of that group? I'm way hotter than her. I'm a bombshell. I was in Playboy. I've got fashion and style. Plus she's completely lame. Even Angelina Love finally figured that out and kicked her ass to the curb. And I guess AJ is the workhorse? She does look like an animal. More like a disgusting little rat. Someone should stuff some cheese in her mouth so I never have to hear her nerdy voice again. And what does Kelly bring to the table?
| Dave Prazak | Uh..drawing a blank.
| Tiffany | Hand-jobs and BJ's? Well, no one on my team has a penis so her specialty is completely gone. I am soooo funny..
The former Mrs. McIntyre began texting away on her cell phone, occasionally giving a glance upwards.
| Tiffany | Maybe Daffney and Jamilia will just not tag me in. I don't want to roll around with a bunch of ugly, sweaty chicks. This whole.."wrestling"..thing..it's so..bleh..you know?
| Dave Prazak | You do realize that if you wrestle more that you could win a title. And title's are big and gold. And you could probably put glitter on it or something.
She stopped in mid text and slowly raised an eyebrow. Her eyes began to grow bigger with astonishment.
| Tiffany | I COULD put glitter on it, couldn't I? I could be a champion here and that LOSER ex-husband of mine would still be stuck on Sunday Night Heat or whatever. That is a good idea. A damn good idea. I'm going to get back to the hotel and rest up. Maybe hit the gym a few times. Those three bitches aren't going to know what hit them. I swear to God, I'll-- OH SNAP! "PARTY ROCK ANTHEM!"
Her attention was quickly snagged by the next mind numbingly annoying poppy dance song. She rushed off to return to the dance floor as Prazak slammed his head onto the table. He was in for a long night.
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~Young Jamilia Craft was down in the dumps. She was feeling rather gloomy. After the King of The Ring she had failed to become Women's Champion. She wasn't sure how to deal with so much failure. Sulking and depressed, she sat in the women's shower area underneath the faucet while cold water ran down onto her. It trickled off her mask and gown and it was icy cold but she was so saddened that it didn't seem to bother her very much. She deserved it and much worse for letting her friends down. She was an awful person and nothing was ever going to change that fact. The girl continued to beat herself down mentally until....~
Dr. Stevie: Jamilia, Jamilia, Jamilia..
~Jamilia's not so caring therapist's voice could be heard and his foot steps could be heard drawing closer. As he approached her turned off the showers and knelt down in front of the girl. He lifted her chin while her teeth began to chatter.~
Dr. Stevie: You did fail us, didn't you? You didn't bring home the Women's Title. You really should be punished for this.
~Dr. Stevie began to roll up his sleeve but stopped himself.~
Dr. Stevie: But you have an opportunity for redemption at Warfare. You, Jamilia, can lead your team to victory....
~Jamilia looked both confused and intrigued. She could be a leader? The doctor trusted her with that responsibility.~
Dr. Stevie: This is your chance to prove that you can be something great. To prove that you belong in Elite. That's what you want, isn't it?
~She nodded timidly.~
Dr. Stevie: Good. Stand up. Get out of this shower. Your friends are here.
~The good doctor helped Jamilia to her feet and led her to the doorway of the shower room. Daffney and Tiffany were present and soon the three diva's stood with their backs pressed against a wall and their hands folded behind their backs. Stevie began to pace and each girl had a different expression. Jamilia's was very morose. Tiffany seemed full of perky energy. Daffney looked off in her own world and her tongue even poked out from the corner of her mouth.~
Dr. Stevie: The three of you are no doubt aware that your match with Sky, Lee and Kelly is a very important one. We need a victory and if you must hurt your opponents to do so than so be it. Don't give them even a single chance to leave with their arms raised in victory. It is time for you three to prove your dominance over the rest of these pitiful female drones. The three of you are very different but we all have the exact same goal. To drive this company under. Even the women. And that starts Monday night.
~Stevie stopped in front of Daffney as she blew him a kiss and winked.~
Dr. Stevie: Hurt Velvet Sky. Show her that being a "Beautiful Person" does not lead to a fulfilling life. Hurt her for me, Daffney. Ignore her childish and tedious insults. Show her the error of her ways.
Daffney: Right-o!
~Daffney straightened her back and saluted while the Dr. stepped over to Tiffany.~
Dr. Stevie: Tiffany. Don't let someone like Kelly Kelly steal your spotlight. You are an individual. Brave. Strong. Unique. Hurt her. Not me. For yourself.
Tiffany: [EXPLETIVE] YEAH!
~Tiffany struck a pose and responded in her typically brash manner. Richards nodded in approval before finally coming across young Jamilia.~
Dr. Stevie: Jamilia. You defeated AJ Lee once before in very impressive fashion. You can do it again. You can lead your team to success. We're all counting on you. Miss Lee thinks she has become strong and independent. It's up to you to show you how weak and powerless she truly is. Are you going to hurt her?
Jamilia Craft: ....yes....
Dr. Stevie: I'm sorry. What was that?
Jamilia Craft: YES!
~Jamilia's rarely heard shouting voice echoed off of the walls and Dr. Stevie couldn't help but grin at this reaction.~
Dr. Stevie: Prove it.
~Dr. Stevie added as he took his leave. Jamilia stared out from behind her wet hair and mask as her teeth gritted together and her eyes had a certain wild look to them. Her breathing was slow and heavy and her fingers stared to tense up. Daffney and Tiffany looked pleased with this outcome as the started to fade away.~
