Kelly Kelly and Daffney's autograph signing in a Chicago mall had not gone as well as the man giving them court ordered "guidance" had hoped. But with Kelly winning the female Elimination Chamber match and getting a title match at Wrestle Mania, it seemed to smooth things over. Their training continued at a Pennyslyvania radio station. The DJ was the overly obnoxious "edgy" type who tried to hard to be funny. Kelly and Daffney sat next to one another and opposite of the DJ in the studio. Their shadowy instructor could be seen standing outside of the studio with his arms folded.
DJ: You are listening to Pittsburgh's 105.9 The X! Your home for ROCK! The EBWF is having an event at the Console Energy Center tomorrow night and we have two HOT EBWF Diva's joining us in the studio! Kelly Kelly and Daffney!
Daffney seemed completely disinterested with the introduction and was far more busy painting her finger nails a deep blue shade. Kelly was fixated on posters around her. She would look at an image then put out a finger as if counting something.
DJ: Alright ladies, you two are gonna be having a match against another pair of ladies, A.J. Lee and Kaitlyn. This sounds H-A-W-T!
The DJ squeezed a bike horn and lifted into the air. Daffney only creaked her eyes up momentarily to shake her head. Kelly gestured to the microphone as if to say “is this on?”
DJ: So how are you two planning on winning this match? Tearing their clothes off?
Daffney leaned a little closer to the microphone in front of her.
Daffney: I like to turn people into zombies by drilling holes into their skulls and filling them with hydrochloric acid into the frontal lobe of the brain. Well, I don't. But that's what Jeffery Dahmer did. I can name off a lot of serial killers. Do you want me to? Well..
Even though the station prided itself on being "IN YOUR FACE" it wasn't on satellite radio and as such, had guidelines to follow.
DJ: Uh, no, no, that won't be necessary. What about you, Kelly? How do you win matches?
Kelly Kelly: Well you draw a card from the deck and if you have that number in the same color already in your possession, it’s a match. Simple. Otherwise it's go fish.
Their shadowy friend could be seen rubbing the corners of his eyes before storming off.
DJ: That's..really..yeah. Well..
His director gave a signal to cut the interview short.
DJ: Running out of time here, uh, you girls got that big Wrestle Mania event coming soon! Want to promote that?
Kelly Kelly: Big WrestleMania event. I will be wrestling. Daffney will be doing something with serial killers. I’ll tell you the real serial killer, spoiled milk. It’s killed cheerios, corn pops, frosted flakes, lucky charms.
Daffney: Hey, would anyone listening like Kelly's cell phone number? Because she'll sleep with anything. ANYTHING. She will..suck..your..
The station quickly went to a commercial.
Promotion Commotion.
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Re: Promotion Commotion.
...The station quickly went to a commercial.
Goldust: NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
The freak dropped to his knees and sobbed before the radio. Ken walked into the room and darted an inquiring look at him.
Mr. Kennedy: What the hell is wrong with you?
Goldust: Um... Nothing.
He turned the radio off and sighed as the scene faded to black.
Goldust: NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
The freak dropped to his knees and sobbed before the radio. Ken walked into the room and darted an inquiring look at him.
Mr. Kennedy: What the hell is wrong with you?
Goldust: Um... Nothing.
He turned the radio off and sighed as the scene faded to black.
