Sweet Tooth
Posted: Sun Jun 10, 2012 5:51 pm
Daffney sat in a black leather chair in a fairly small room. Matt Striker sat in a chair opposite to her. She was wearing a predominately white dress with large black buttons and white and light blue stockings. The usual corpse paint make-up covered her face and her arms were folded over her chest. She gave Striker a rather dull look.
Matt Striker: "Thank you for your time today, Daffney."
Daffney: "..."
She took a small bite from the fork she held. A piece of cheese cake rested on her lap. The abnormal sweet tooth she had came from the medication she took that repressed her insane urges.
Matt Striker: "We've seen you completely dismantle Kelly Kelly and The Bella Twins. You ended Jamilia Craft's five month Sky High Title reign. But you lost that title to Layla.."
The Zombie Queen took a sharp bite from her fork.
Matt Striker: "Has that done anything to shake your confidence?"
Daffney: "Layla is such a worthy and..entertaining champion. I guess comedy outweighs actual skill.."
Her face scowled momentarily before she took another bite, like a snake chewing the head off of a mouse.
Matt Striker: "Is this a touchy subject?"
Daffney, at lightning speed, slammed a butcher's knife onto the table dividing her from the interviewer. She seemed to pull it from behind her back. Striker crawled up into his chair and stared at the sharp weapon with an obvious sense of urgency.
Matt Striker: "Let's change the subject."
The gothic Diva takes another chomp from her fork.
Matt Striker: "You are entered in the yearly Queen of the Ring tournament. The winner faces A.J. Lee for the Women's Title. You've won the Sky High Title a total of three times but thus far the Women's Title has alluded you. You face Brooke Tessmacher in the opening round. Any plans you would like to share with us as you head into this crucial match?"
Daffney's eyes slowly skim down to the butcher knife sticking out of the table, as if that was going to be her answer. But she lightly wiped her mouth with a white napkin after clearing her throat.
Daffney: "Brooke is the one with the ass, right?"
Matt Striker: "I.."
Daffney: "It's alright. You can clarify."
Matt Striker: "Yes. That would be her."
Daffney: "Her head. I'll cut it off with a hacksaw. I have a few of those.."
She carefully twirls with a ribbon on her dress while staring down at it. Striker remains silent. Daffney looks up with a quirked brow.
Daffney: "That was a joke, Striker. I'm of very sound mind. I don't think about chewing anyone's intestine's out anymore. I just like to relax and watch Bela Lugosi movies."
Matt Striker: "Ah, haha, you really--"
Daffney: "But I do wonder what she would sound like if I melted her eye out with a blowtorch."
Striker went quiet again.
Daffney: "It's a legitimate concern, Matt."
Matt Striker: "I'm afraid I really wouldn't know."
Daffney: "That's another joke. I'm not crazy. I would laugh but.."
The pale female twirled a finger around her hair.
Daffney: "..I don't want to look like a loon."
Matt Striker: "..Ah..erm..you have a lot more experience than Brooke in the wrestling business. But she's improved greatly in the ring since debuting a few years ago. It's possible that she could.."
Striker looked slightly nervous before completing his sentence.
Matt Striker: "..upset you."
Daffney: "How many matches has Brooke won since coming back?"
Matt Striker: "Well..none."
Daffney: "And didn't she lose to..Brooke Hogan?
Matt Striker: "Correct again."
Daffney yanked the butcher knife from the table and began to inspect her reflection in the blade. Striker felt the hairs on the back of his neck raise up.
Daffney: "Mm. I suppose anything can happen."
She carelessly tossed the knife over her shoulder.
Daffney: "She could beat me if she's improved as much as you say. Or I COULD hit her in the head with something heavy before it got to that point."
Matt Striker: "B-But you wouldn't advance in the tournament."
Daffney: "..I really could use a crown.."
She in a soft, contemplative voice.
Daffney: "Queen Daffney. I like how that sounds. I think I'll just play with her a little. Wouldn't want to mess up that pretty face. I'm sure a lot of our fans are just so sweet on her.."
Daffney seductively and slowly drug across the remains of her smooth, white that was holding her cake.
Daffney: "But I have such a serious sweet tooth. I'll be nice to her."
Matt Striker: "That..ah..sounds encouraging."
Daffney had begun to relentlessly stab away at her plate with the fork she was holding, staring directly at it. Her pupils were slowly growing larger. She lifted her head but kept stabbing away.
Daffney: "..What?"
Matt Striker: "U-Uh. Nothing. Thank you again."
The sound of Daffney stabbing her plate continued as the scene faded.
Matt Striker: "Thank you for your time today, Daffney."
Daffney: "..."
She took a small bite from the fork she held. A piece of cheese cake rested on her lap. The abnormal sweet tooth she had came from the medication she took that repressed her insane urges.
Matt Striker: "We've seen you completely dismantle Kelly Kelly and The Bella Twins. You ended Jamilia Craft's five month Sky High Title reign. But you lost that title to Layla.."
The Zombie Queen took a sharp bite from her fork.
Matt Striker: "Has that done anything to shake your confidence?"
Daffney: "Layla is such a worthy and..entertaining champion. I guess comedy outweighs actual skill.."
Her face scowled momentarily before she took another bite, like a snake chewing the head off of a mouse.
Matt Striker: "Is this a touchy subject?"
Daffney, at lightning speed, slammed a butcher's knife onto the table dividing her from the interviewer. She seemed to pull it from behind her back. Striker crawled up into his chair and stared at the sharp weapon with an obvious sense of urgency.
Matt Striker: "Let's change the subject."
The gothic Diva takes another chomp from her fork.
Matt Striker: "You are entered in the yearly Queen of the Ring tournament. The winner faces A.J. Lee for the Women's Title. You've won the Sky High Title a total of three times but thus far the Women's Title has alluded you. You face Brooke Tessmacher in the opening round. Any plans you would like to share with us as you head into this crucial match?"
Daffney's eyes slowly skim down to the butcher knife sticking out of the table, as if that was going to be her answer. But she lightly wiped her mouth with a white napkin after clearing her throat.
Daffney: "Brooke is the one with the ass, right?"
Matt Striker: "I.."
Daffney: "It's alright. You can clarify."
Matt Striker: "Yes. That would be her."
Daffney: "Her head. I'll cut it off with a hacksaw. I have a few of those.."
She carefully twirls with a ribbon on her dress while staring down at it. Striker remains silent. Daffney looks up with a quirked brow.
Daffney: "That was a joke, Striker. I'm of very sound mind. I don't think about chewing anyone's intestine's out anymore. I just like to relax and watch Bela Lugosi movies."
Matt Striker: "Ah, haha, you really--"
Daffney: "But I do wonder what she would sound like if I melted her eye out with a blowtorch."
Striker went quiet again.
Daffney: "It's a legitimate concern, Matt."
Matt Striker: "I'm afraid I really wouldn't know."
Daffney: "That's another joke. I'm not crazy. I would laugh but.."
The pale female twirled a finger around her hair.
Daffney: "..I don't want to look like a loon."
Matt Striker: "..Ah..erm..you have a lot more experience than Brooke in the wrestling business. But she's improved greatly in the ring since debuting a few years ago. It's possible that she could.."
Striker looked slightly nervous before completing his sentence.
Matt Striker: "..upset you."
Daffney: "How many matches has Brooke won since coming back?"
Matt Striker: "Well..none."
Daffney: "And didn't she lose to..Brooke Hogan?
Matt Striker: "Correct again."
Daffney yanked the butcher knife from the table and began to inspect her reflection in the blade. Striker felt the hairs on the back of his neck raise up.
Daffney: "Mm. I suppose anything can happen."
She carelessly tossed the knife over her shoulder.
Daffney: "She could beat me if she's improved as much as you say. Or I COULD hit her in the head with something heavy before it got to that point."
Matt Striker: "B-But you wouldn't advance in the tournament."
Daffney: "..I really could use a crown.."
She in a soft, contemplative voice.
Daffney: "Queen Daffney. I like how that sounds. I think I'll just play with her a little. Wouldn't want to mess up that pretty face. I'm sure a lot of our fans are just so sweet on her.."
Daffney seductively and slowly drug across the remains of her smooth, white that was holding her cake.
Daffney: "But I have such a serious sweet tooth. I'll be nice to her."
Matt Striker: "That..ah..sounds encouraging."
Daffney had begun to relentlessly stab away at her plate with the fork she was holding, staring directly at it. Her pupils were slowly growing larger. She lifted her head but kept stabbing away.
Daffney: "..What?"
Matt Striker: "U-Uh. Nothing. Thank you again."
The sound of Daffney stabbing her plate continued as the scene faded.