Blood. Vicious red liquid. Dripping from her face, hair, her entire body. Absolutely covered in it from head to toe. She is an entirely crimson shade. One would hope that it wasn't real but with this particular specimen you couldn't be entirely sure. Daffney sits crossed legs, eyes wide and positively motionless. The room she is inhabiting is eerily bare, save for a projection screen in front of her. Dr. Stevie calmly paces around his patient, lightly tapping a pen against his chin, both intrigued and annoyed by Daffney's attire for the evening. Mostly because it has made the expensive leather sofa she's seated upon, all but useless. But he encourages these kind of quirks in those he has given his tireless aid to.
Dr. Stevie: "May I ask why you have decided to dress like that?"
Daffney: "It's my Christmas outfit."
She responds rather plainly while he watches the presumed bodily fluid begins to ooze onto the floor.
Dr. Stevie: "And how exactly does that represent the spirit of the holidays?"
Daffney: "I'm a shopper who was ravaged and murdered by an angry mob on a Christmas Eve sale."
Dr. Stevie: "Well, I suppose I can't argue with that kind of reasoning, now can I? You've been granted quite an opportunity. But I'm sure you've realized that by now."
Daffney: "Yes, Doctor. I can get a Sky High title shot. Wouldn't I look wonderful in gold?"
Dr. Stevie: "Oh, you most certainly would, my dear. And there is no reason why you shouldn't get your shot. An extreme rules match. That would dictate an advantage since, as far as I'm aware, you happen to be the only one in that match with any real expertise in that field. I want to motivate you.."
The man the white lab coat leans in closely to inspect his charge. She doesn't budge and her eyes continue to burn a whole forward. Stevie dances a couple of fingers along her shoulder before slipping away to the back of the room and to a small, white, round projector.
Dr. Stevie: "I'm going to show you a couple of pictures. I merely need you to tell me what pops into your head.."
After a clicking sound, the screen in front of Daffney now displays a picture of Taylor Wilde.
Daffney: "Awwww.
Short, stubby little Taylor Wilde. Midget. She looks like a baby in
diapers that just crawled into a ring. ..Do you know what you do to
babies? You grab them and..YOU SHAKE THEM UNTIL THEY DIE!"
Daffney further demonstrates this by extending her fingers forward, around the neck of an imaginary infant, and shakes vigorously. This is exactly the type of response he had hoped to hear. Grinning maliciously, he continues on with a photograph of Layla.
Dr. Stevie: "Proceed."
Daffney: "A right proper British whore, guv."
Said with a completely stereotypical accent.
Daffney: "I'd love to drown her. My third favorite way to die. But they are all good."
A picture of Eve competing is next. Daffney leans forward and squints, with an expression matching a dog hearing it's master's voice on a recording.
Daffney: "I...don't know who that is."
Dr. Stevie: "I'm afraid I don't either. Just hurt her."
The young Kelly Kelly is the next slide to be featured.
Daffney: "Barbie doll. Brainless. I'd strangle her with chicken wire until her eyes burst out."
Dr. Stevie: "Please keep in mind that this is not for you to elaborate on how you would...murder...each of your opponents. It's more for you to see what you are up against."
Daffney: "Oopsie."
Click. Number five is Daizee Haze.
Daffney: "Hippie. Charles Manson was a hippie. I like hippie's."
Dr. Stevie: "Oh, no, this isn't a good hippie. Not like Charles. She is a very bad hippie."
Daffney: "Oh. And that case..I will eliminate her from the competition. After using a wrench to knock out a few of her teeth. Wrench's are legal, right?"
Dr. Stevie: "Everything is legal. Use your imagination. Have fun. Give them a bit of trauma and they will want to come visit me. And then you get new friends. Sounds lovely, doesn't it?"
Former Playgirl cover girl Torrie Wilson becomes the next target. A grin begins to form around the corners of Daffney's mouth and traces of homicidal laughter are released.
Daffney: "Oh, I'd like to hurt her very badly. ..Heheheee. So badly. I'm getting anxious now. This night can't come soon enough. ..Heheheheh..another! Another!"
Talia Madison
Daffney: "It just keeps coming! This great emotion! HAHAHAAAA..the things I'll be able to do to her! This really is a Christmas miracle! Hurt, hurt, hurt."
Last but not least the returning Gail Kim. Daffney is on the edge of her seat at this point, digging her fingernails into the sofa's leather exterior.
Daffney: "HAH! Another one to violate! I love it! HahaHAH! MORE! MORE!"
Dr. Stevie steps back around in front of Daffney now that he has brought her into the proper mind space. He places a calming hand upon her shoulder and a single finger in front of his lips. He begins to speak in a voice meant to soothe.
Dr. Stevie: "Shh, shh. There are no more. That was the last one. Win this match for me. For us. It will another step in your treatment. I'm proud of you already. You're amazing"
Leaning forward, The Doctor places a delicate kiss on the side of his patient's head. Some traces of 'blood' are evident upon his lips.
Daffney: "I love you, Doctor."
Dr. Stevie: "I know."
-DR. STEVIE IS OUT-
