When in Doubt... SCREAM!

[#HEEL Dark Lord]

In one vibrant flash we are transported, taken directly backstage following the video package for the 'Revenge' match up featuring Angelina Love and Daffney, as well as a few highly important commercial messages, perhaps ready to enter into more Total Nonstop Action. But rather than being among the heavy camera lights and vacant walls, we are nearly consumed in all darkness; the location is a locker room, evidently, but nothing is visible other than one band of light, reflecting from a huge vanity mirror. The rustic piece of furniture could seemingly collapse at any moment based on the state of the mirror's surrounding, but directly behind it - in the forefront of our viewpoint - sits one figure, motionless as she sits on a stool, elevated in the air just slightly and gazing into her own eyes, perhaps searching for more than just eyeliner errors. No movement. No sound. Nothing more than this mystery woman, now leaning over from her sitting position, creaking her stool as she extends her right arm slowly, gently touching the portrait of her own face, painted in front of her on the glass. ;


There's a girl in the mirror .. I wonder who she is.
.. Sometimes, I wish I knew her."
A loud, heavy sigh.
"Sometimes .. I wish I really did



The above phrases leave her mouth in almost a robotic song, echoing, but reaching no one's ears besides her own. Focusing in on the mirror now, we see her reflection clearly. Obviously a woman, hair pulled out of her face, though it is short in length, and one end angles down to the other, creating a sloping effect from right side to left. This brunette hair is able to be seen despite the lack of light, and her eyes, although brown, pierce with intensity. These windows to the soul do not reveal much, and that is primarily because they are covered for the most part by heavy, black eye make up; this itself creates huge black rings that extend out to each side and then form miniature teardrops on the bottom of each lid, a very gothic, yet tortured look. Mouth and lips show nothing. A nondescript grimace covered with black lipstick is all that is shown, and nothing more expressed. The eyes tell the story, and as Daffney holds her hand onto the mirror, touching her own right cheek in her mind, she gazes downward and begins to chuckle to herself, eyes rolling and head bobbing in disbelief.


The Scream Queen



How does it feel to know that you used to be normal? You used to be like anyone else in the world, living a peaceful life with no worries or concerns .. But, oh, how times can change. Just like that, with the snip of a single pair of scissors your life was turned upside down. And now look at you: a pathetic excuse for a woman with no mind, no sense about you



Another minimal chuckle, the Scream Queen still shows very little emotion



The Scream Queen



That was then, but this is now. People change, and so have we. All of us; things are much better off how they are today. Nothing, nothing, can change it now. No more Taylor Wilde and Roxxi. Just me, and all of you here at my side. There is no change in that. You just have to learn to accept the fact that the brain, well .. it just has a mind of it's own.



An interruption. The creaky, old locker room door bursts open rather casually, sending a huge beam of vibrant light throughout the room. This disturbs Daffney and spins her around in her seat, holding one arm up on her forehead to shield the light as best possible, but still squinting her eyes; the flash of light is obviously too much for her eyes to adjust to from near blackness



The Scream Queen



Can I HELP you?



These lights, though bright to Daffney are none other than the ones from the hallway just outside this door, being opened by the figure of a small man with bleach blonde hair. Behind his rather small silhouette comes a larger man holding a video camera, and he is not entirely visible, other than a pair of jeans and a baseball cap. Jeremy Borash's smile shines throughout, and as he comes into view with a microphone in his hand and a black suit , it is clear that TNA's Interviewer, Jeremy Borash has been assigned a very ominous duty on this evening. Jeremy cannot help but cringe upon hearing the Scream Queen's signature bellow, but Daffney does not move; her eyes remain bugged and affixed on Jeremy evidently not pleased.



The Scream Queen



What do you want, HUH? I don't have any time to waste on people like you, Jeremy. I am a very busy woman, with not much time to waste .. Not everyone appreciates company, you know.



The Dunce Jeremy Borash


Oh, Daffney - I mean, ma'am, you don't have to worry about us at all. We're just here to, uh, ask you some .. questions, and then we'll be on our way?


Daffney rises from her stool, taking a few small but emphasized steps towards the idiotic interviewer and simultaneously licking her black lips. She gazes right into Jeremy's own eyes, frightening him some more as seen in her narrowing stance with her slinky walk. Stopping a good foot away from Borash, he still takes a hesitant step backward so not to be too close to the Gothic Goddess, and Daffney accordingly giggles.



The Scream Queen



What's wrong, Jeremy? Afraid of me, little old Daffney? You tell me, what exactly about me scares you so much? Is it all this dark, moody make up, or maybe you just get the chills from my jet black hair? No. I know what you don't like about me, because you're just like everyone else.





Daffney takes another step; Jeremy is mesmerized and frightened all at the same time as Daffney reaches out and grabs him by the chin, smirking



The Scream Queen



You just think I'm some sort of PSYCHO, a FREAK, don't you? You're all a bunch of giant hypocrites, calling me a deranged freak when you're the one's with the issues. I lead a completely normal life, little do you know. I have a family, and friends, and responsibilities, and they're all right here, right now. I can't help how I am, Jeremy. I do what I do, and there's nothing anyone can do to change that! No one understands how I feel. Every day I'm so lost and confused because I don't even know who I am. It's all a blur in my life.. But what I do know, is that pain can be beautiful, if you look at it the right way. Tonight, tonight I am going to inflict as much pain as I can on the person responsible for making me remember things that I have tried to forget. Tonight Angelina, Hell comes to you, and, if you are lucky, perhaps I will let you still draw breath after I am done with you.





Jeremy appears to be shocked as the Gothic Goddess glares on at him, simply smiling devilishly and still looking to be slightly giggly. Obviously she has a purpose, and obviously she has no clue what is going on with her brain enzymes, but regardless, our scene fades out to black, leaving a very startled Jeremy Borash standing in the empty backstage area simply scared beyond belief





Transitioning once more, we are now taken out from the backstage sector of the Impct Zone The roaring cheers of the crowd roll on strong, not appearing to cease as we zoom throughout, seeing crowd signs, eager fans, and the occasional drunk mess - but that’s for another time. The TNA crowd appears to be pumped, and not without good reason. There’s still much more great TNA Action to come, but for now, they’re in for an extra special treat. Much to their delight, the always jovial David Penzer stands inside the squared circle, holding his signature microphone and smiling on, happy as can be. The TNA Announcer is prepared, and with a big breath of air he lifts his microphone to speak.



David Penzer


Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall.


Right on cue with Penzer's expert announcing comes the grunge rock theme of ‘Beauty Person’, composed by Dale Oliver. This music is not alone though, as purple flashing laser lights also come right along with it, as well as a vision over the titantron of black and white swirls, continuously moving in a circular pattern. This, often associated with hypnotism, contains Daffney’s own name in it’s center, written in a nice grungy typeface to match. The Amplified Shriek Machine does not waste any time after that, and coming through the curtains out to the stage is none other than her. Make up and hair still similar to her previous encounters behind the scenes, Daffney is wearing a rather unusual attire. A black corset, with fishnet stockings, and a pair of black combat boots.




David Penzer



Introducing first, from Sybil, Texas. This is Daffney!!!



As she stands on the ramp for a brief moment, the Gothic Goddess balls up her right fist and raises her left simultaneously, slamming the fist into the palm of the other hand and releasing some anger. Eyes bugged and mouthed grimaced uncomfortably, Daffney takes her first step down the aisle among a crowd of cheering fans.



Mike Tenay



Well, ladies and gents, it look like all the hype, all the rumors are now true. Daffney has returned to her true form and tonight, she will get her hands on the person who cut her hair.



Daffney walks down the entrance ramp, nearly marching to the beat of her own entrance music as the fans at ringside begin to lunge out at her. Rather than expending energy to a select few, she simply raises her arms from flopping at her side to forty-five degree angles, just enough so that the fans can slap hands with her as she continues to slink down the ramp, looking to be rather void of emotion. Reaching the apron, Daffney pans off to the left rather than entering right there; it’s time for the signature entrance. As she hops right on the middle of the apron in front of the Impact audience, she stands facing the same way as the three ring ropes, and gradually sinks downward into a split, one leg facing each corner. With the male population in attendance going wild for her flexibility, the Queen of Scream proceeds to roll under the bottom rope quickly, landing in a kneeling position and then moving around so that she is directly in the epicenter of the canvas, only before clenching both fists at her sides and popping the rest of her body backwards to let out a SCREAM. The signature vocal of Miss Daffney is ended with a sly smirk, showing the underlying evil in her eyes. Following, she rises and her music, entrance video, and lights all die down, though her smirk does not. Her eyes trained on the ramp, as she awaits her opponent.




Don West



The electricity is such a high level tonight, Daffney has waited a long time for this, and, she will finally get her hands on Angelina.




Angel on my Shoulder by Dale Oliver hits as one-third of The Beautiful People, Angelina Love makes her way to the ramp.




David Penzer



Introducing her opponent, from Toronto, Ontario, Canada. Representing the Beautiful People, Angelina Love!!




Unlike normal fashion, Angelina doesn't seem rather confident, as she locks eyes with the Gothic Goddess



Mike Tenay




Angelina sure doesn't look like she is ready to go one on one with Daffney here tonight, and, who can blame her.




Angelina gets in the ring rather slowly, looking into the dark eyes of Daffney, who still has the evil smirk plastered on her pale face. The bell sounds, and we are underway. Not one to take a beating, Angelina quickly climbs out of the ring, in an attempt to get counted out.



Don West



Angelina wants no part of Daffney.





Rolling out of the ring, Daffney charges after Angelina and grabs her by her platinum blond locks, and rams her face first into the steel ring post, and shoves her back into the ring. Scanning under the ring, Daffney picks up a stray folding chair and slides into the ring with it. Daffney sizes up Angelina, and gives her a chair shot across the back. Gazing at the dent in the chair, she raises it once more, and sends it crashing down into the spine of Angelina, as she wails in pain.




Mike Tenay



This isn't a match, this is a damn beating. Get in there ref, and stop this.




The ref is shown admonishing Daffney, as she looks into the crowd, and smashes the chair into the ref's head. A stoic look in her eyes as she looks at the fallen ref, along with the fallen body of Angelina. Slinking out of the ring, Daffney picks up a microphone and slides back into the ring.



The Scream Queen



HOW DOES IT FEEL ANGELINA?! HOW DOES IT FEEL TO BE IN HELL!!!!





Daffney's eyes are wide as she continues to scream at the fallen Angelina.




The Scream Queen



For years, I have tried to move on in my life, for years, they told me I was getting better. But, you had to change all of that, you and a pair of scissors. You made me remember pieces of my life that I wish never existed. So tell me, as you lie there, letting the flames engulf your maggot ridden body, tell me, was it worth it?



Daffney falls to the mat and hovers above Angelina as the crowd chants for Daffney




The Scream Queen



You are just another blond haired bimbo, enjoy your stay in Hell Angelina, but, do make room. For, I am going to find people just like you, and send them all to hell.





Daffney lets her head hang for one last time, her hair falling in her face as the crowd seems on-edge, yet confused beyond belief. After a moment, her head springs back up, with emotional eyes, half covered by hair, covering up the truth behind it. Once more looking to be truly upset and angry, the Queen of Scream clutches the microphone with her hands tensed in the pressure.




The Scream Queen




I don't even know HOW I want to feel.. I don't even know who I am anymore.. But what I do know, is that PAIN can be beautiful, and DAFFNEY can be beautiful. You don't understand at ALL. I have lost my identity here, it is time for me to find a place of my own, a place that accepts ME. All these emotions, all these FEELINGS are just about to SNAP.. These people, these disgusting excuses for women wrestlers just don't compare. I am the SCREAM QUEEN, and it would be a good idea to be ready. Because when I get here, it's going to be like a big dream.. One of destruction, and blood, and me, most importantly. Welcome.. to my NIGHTMARE




Those final words seem to leave Daffney's mouth in a more deranged manner, and with them her head falls backwards, changing from an immediate chuckle to a full-blow cackle; her eyes are closed with uncontrollable laughter and a smile with the same twisted look upon it. The sounds of 'Beauty Person' play once more as the Gothic Goddess makes her way over to the ring ropes, not able to control her laughter as she clutches onto the ropes themselves, assisting her in exiting the ring, among a huge amount of fan support, surprisingly. Our scene fades to black.

[#HEEL Dark Lord]

Note from The Dark Lord himself.
BOLDING indicates that the words are screamed.
ITALICS gives the word an emphasis in its delivery. Also, it describes moments



The time of day is unrecognizable, nor does it matter at the current moment. We are in a secluded area, inside a building of some sort. Not a single person can be seen where we are in this gloomily lit hallway, and no additional light other than flickering ceiling lights illuminate the area. Dark, dreary, and grimy in its appearance, one saving grace comes in a door, a portal to seemingly much brighter things. The edges around this white portal nearly glow, and on it's doorknob hangs a sign, reading a simple phrase - "The Doctor is In". A curious enough statement, but the door swings open with no hassle, leading us into a vividly bright room; the lighting is florescent and the entire feel is a complete opposite to the outside. Bright white walls encompass a complete square area, and white carpeting covers up what would probably be creaky wood flooring. We immediately zoom into the right side of the room, which happens to be incredibly populated by inanimate objects, toys, for lack of a better term. Stacks of blocks with all the letters of the alphabet, plush teddy bears, and even the occasional rag doll lie on the floor, though the piles of children novelties have a gap in the center of their heap. Here sits a contrasting figure to the picture of happiness painted in the room: Daffney. The purity of the walls and carpeting is nearly entirely subdued by her dreary looks, complete with messy, brunette hair and gloomy make up. Her head is raised, looking straight ahead and void of emotion, though she is focusing in on something. All the toys seem to fall into her lap as she sits Indian-style on the floor, with her legs crossed, but the Gothic Goddess is unaffected by it; it's as if the pure joy that they bring is deflected by her moody exterior.



The Scream Queen


You know, Dr. Stevie.. a very wise woman once wrote.. 'Once upon a time there was light in my life, but know there's only love in the dark.' Right? .. Well, in some respects, I like to hold that quote true to myself - except for the love part, I suppose.. When I reflect back upon the past and what I've done over the past ten years, my mind races, and I constantly come to the same vision of how I could have been a normal girl. The light that I'm now so desperately lacking was in my grip, and yet I let it get away..”


Daffney throws her head back, allowing some of her hair to flop behind her face and out of her vision. Letting something out that resembles a mixture of a sigh and a giggle, she shakes her head and continues on.



The Scream Queen




But, really, upon further examination, I know I wouldn't want that now. I was young back when I started my life in this business; I didn't know anything other than the paycheck that came at the end of each week.. Now, I can't even do anything but laugh at that.. There's so much more to life than that. Everyone thinks I'm just some freak like always, and that they're better than I am because they talk to real people.



She rolls her eyes in annoyance as she continues.



The Scream Queen



Things may not look well, but they are - more than anyone could ever imagine. Up here, in this brain of mine, are all the friends and family I need. Just because I act weird to them doesn't mean that I'm not normal, right? .. So what, I passed up on an opportunity to be a spunky little girl with blonde hair and a bunch of revealing ring-outfits. If that's all there is to having light in your life, than I don't want it. For 10 years I've been soul searching now, and I think that the darkness within me is what I want. I want to be ruthless and dangerous, and people need to be afraid when they see me



The Scream Queen's brown eyes bug out, and she smirks




The Scream Queen



I've learned something over these past three weeks, Doctor. WWEI provided me with a home and a place to feel welcome in this world, and this week I turned the key, turned the page, if you will, onto the chapter that I cannot wait to explore.. For years now I've been looking for that crowning glory - that one achievement that could prove what a few individuals already know: that I am the single greatest woman to step into that ring.. This is the light, this new world of WWEI and the Queen of the Ring match.. But, unfortunately for that shining beacon, the darkness is soon going to take it over.


With a confident smile upon her face, the newest New Chapter lady chuckles heartily, absolutely confident. Daffney lets out a single breath before reaching to her side and picking up a small, stuffed animal from the ground. It appears to be a rather ragged doll, one eye missing and barely having any of its yarn hair left. She picks it up however though, smiling and cradling it in her arms as if it were her own


The Scream Queen



This whole 'Queen of the Ring' scenario is truly fun, isn't it? I mean, those other five girls don't understand exactly what this sort of match means. It's an honor and a privilege to be competing to become the first ever New Chapter Queen of the Ring, in my humble opinion, and that's why when I was contacted by management to be a Mystery Entrant into the Gauntlet, I gladly accepted. I watched those five women for months, bickering and brawling and acting like complete imbeciles.. It pains me to see such childish behavior among grown woman, and athletes at that. These are mature girls who earn their own living and work independently, yet they can't coexist with a few other people?]



Daffney's expression changes to a look of disgust, as she clutches to her doll almost as a crutch.



The Scream Queen



I've been there myself before, though; I was once just like Melina and Beth. All they're concerned with is being that independent woman, not concerned about anyone but herself. They don't need anyone to be a success.. They have that light, and they're blinded by it. The only thoughts racing through their minds are about themselves and how to make things better for them. They truly are little children, just looking for attention and wanting to be loved.. I've been all over the world, and yet that's the last thing I'm looking for. All the admiration I want is given to me from them


Pointing to her head, Daffney is once again channeling the many voices rushing through her brain



The Scream Queen



There's more important things than being loved and having that beam of light radiate through your soul. They're hindrances, if anything.. These little girls don't know what they need in their lives yet; it's just what they want. They wanna' be the best at what they do, and no one's going to stop them as long as they have anything to say about it.. Those five ladies have more to learn than ever before. You can't have it all, and you never get everything you want.. and such is the case for next Monday, on the First Episode of "The Show". McCool, Eve, Tiffany, Nicole and Brie, all of them are so sure that they've got the crown won already.. but they're forgetting about me.. Little old me, Daffney, the SCREAM Queen. This crown is all I've ever wanted really - it's that recognition to show that I'm the greatest of my kind and a Queen of the Ring. The crown isn't what's important, but the idea of it is.. Believe me, though, Dr. Stevie, I'm going to be a mighty Queen, and rule my subjects with a shriek to rival none before it. This is all just child's play, this Queen of the Ring match.. These little elementary-school girls don't even know what's in store for them.



The doll in her arms is now being held in front of her face, with both hands on one side of the cloth novelty. Smiling at it with endearment, the poor doll is ripped in half with a snarl! Cotton stuffing falls from the inside of it as Daffney simply smiles, having snapped and now with her eyes wide as ever and her black-painted lips in a grin to rival the Cheshire Cat's



The Scream Queen


Because I'm the schoolyard bully.. and it's time for recess




Breaking out into a fit of devilish laughter and tossing her head back in the air, the Queen of Scream rises to her feet, barely able to hold in her chuckling as she marches solemnly over the piles of dolls and bears surrounding where she had previously sat with no reservations. Throwing a final smirk and even an appreciative wave towards the location she was talking to the whole time, we finally can see the whole room just as the ever unpredictable lady slams the white door shut behind her. Things become much clearer now to us, as posters with friendly, even heartwarming messages cover the walls and a miniature sized table sits on the floor with chairs all around it. This is no ordinary table, though, as the blackboard behind it simply reaffirms what this room really is: a school room. Cabinets full of crayons and toys encompass the perimeter of the room, and as for Dr. Stevie? A large teacher's desk sits directly across from Daffney's previous location, and a spinning leather chair behind it holds no observer of her words..




From blackness we open up, directly into a jam packed Air Canada Centre in Toronto, Ontario, Canada. The lucky spectators in the venue tonight are on their feet, flaunting homemade signs and cheering on as "Renegade" by Hed P.E. sounds throughout, as well as the New Chapter logo plastered across the giant Titantron screen. WWEI's flagship broadcast is tonight celebrating it's first show, and as the crowd continues to cheer on amongst the show's theme blasting over the PA System, our views pan down to the commentary booth, where the duo that's calling every New Chapter match , Taz and Good Ole' Jim Ross., sit, dressed in their finest suits and wearing headsets as they smile into the camera lens.




Boomer Sooner: Jim Ross



Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to WWEI's New Chapter First Episode Episode Special! It's time for the ladies of WWEI to hit the ring. It's time to crown the first ever Queen of the Ring here in WWEI




The Suplex Machine: Taz


Oh, my favorite part of the show these two-dollar tramps. I mean, on a positive note, it was announced that there would be a mystery entrant into the contest, and earlier tonight we found out just who that was. There's something about this Daffney that I'm warming up to.



Boomer Sooner: Jim Ross



Well, she is certainly a talented woman in that ring, regardless of her mental status. She's unpredictable and a favorite to win by many, but there's five other women who want the crown just as badly as she does. Now, let's send it over to Lilian Garcia in the ring, because it's time for the Gauntlet!”




"Renegade" begins to fade and the crowd reaction drops to a murmur as we switch views once again, this time entering into the squared circle where the well-dressed Lilian Garcia resides, wearing her most elegant dress and holding a New Chapter branded microphone in her right hand, just lifting in to chest-level so that she may soon begin. Once the crowd is nearly completely hushed, the timekeeper at ringside hits the bell three times, signaling that the next contest is ready to begin


The Lucious Lilian Garcia



The following contest is a Gauntlet Match, and it will determine our first ever New Chapter Queen of the Ring! We will begin with two Ladies in the ring, and once a pin fall or submission occurs, the respective Lady will be eliminated, and the next participant will enter into the match.”




With Lilian's introduction ceasing, another sound fills the arena, but this time over the speaker system. A grungy, almost industrial sounding theme known to many as Dale Oliver's "Beauty Person" hits, and is almost immediately followed by an applause from most in the crowd, though a boo or two stick out. Along with the music comes purple laser lights and a video package over the titantron, though it doesn't contain much more other than a white and black swirling logo; it is often associated with hypnotizing and continuously moves across the giant screen. Adding on to this, one letter at a time comes the simple word of "DAFFNEY", printed in black, grungy font face. These combined elements can only mean one thing, and accordingly, bursting through the curtain, Daffney makes her presence known. Emotions are absent from her dreary face, though she does stop atop the stage after several steps out, looking out among the crowd with no real focus and slamming a balled up fist into her other opened palm.



The Lucious Lilian Garcia



Introducing first, she is making her way to the ring. From Sybil, Texas this is the Scream Queen: Daffney!”



Introductions complete, Daffney takes her first slinky step off the apron, somewhat marching but in the same respect slithering - almost like she's stalking her prey. With hands at her side, tonight Daffney is wearing a red and black attire resembling a corset in the middle, laced up and revealing a pleasant amount of her ample cleavage. Black fishnet stockings with multiple tears accompany this as well as combat boots looking to be about two sizes too big on the Gothic Goddess. Atop her head is evidently her messily styled brunette hair, but tonight she wears a miniature sized top hat; it lays at an angle and adds a slightly deranged effect to her gear. As always, Daffney's makeup is very heavy around her eyelids in shades of black and red. She makes her way down the entrance ramp in the same fashion: simply marching silently down and not appearing to have anything to say or do as she nears the apron




Boomer Sooner: Jim Ross


“Can I just say that I would not want to mess with this 'Scream Queen.' She looks absolutely ruthless, and she'd probably kill you if you gave her the opportunity.. She just gives me the creeps, and it takes a lot to do that to the Tazz here, especially when it's a woman who's doing the creeping-out.”


The Suplex Machine: Taz



Daffney only debuted in WWEI a few weeks ago, but since she did she's brought a flare and style all her own. It's clear that she's not all here, at least in her mind, but once she hits that ring everything seems to change; she becomes focused and hellbent on causing pain and suffering to whoever her opponent is. She is one freaky lady, and, I like that.


Boomer Sooner: Jim Ross



“I'm going to have to disagree there, T. Daffney, well, she's just plain out loopy, and she really doesn't care who has to pay for her to get what she wants. If she wants that crown, I'm sure she's going to get it one way or another, and our other New Chapter ladies are going to have to be the ones to pay- though I'm not really complaining.




At the ring apron now, Daffney pans off to her left, still void of any feelings and simply headed towards the ring. As she propels herself onto the skirted apron of the New Chapter ring, she keeps her body relatively low, beginning to execute her signature entrance by splitting her legs: one goes north, and the other goes south. The Shriek Machine simply looks out at the crowd, now the male portion of it gives a noticeable pop as she is in a complete split, and rolls herself under the rope, approximately in the center of the canvas. She remains low still, and now crawls on all fours, just a few steps, towards the rope. Before she completely heads back out the ring though, she pops up and sits on the back of her feet, clenching her hands into fists at her sides and emitting a bone-chilling SCREAM! Lilian Garcia just slightly backs up from the intensity of Daffney's usual form of vocal expression, but her entrance music dies down and the lighting returns to its normal state as she moves over towards the ring announcer with a devilish smirk across her face. Daffney apparently has something to say, as she holds out her hand and is given the microphone. Next, she can do no more but return to the center of the ring as the Canadian audience hushes their slightly mixed reaction for the ever unpredictable lady, who removes her top hat and holds it in the free hand across her chest for a moment.


The Scream Queen


“Ladies and gentlemen.. I give you, New Chapter's newest attraction.. ME!




Daffney breaks into an uncontrollable and psychotic laughter at the delivery, throwing her hat out to the crowd at the same time as they cheer.



The Scream Queen



That's right, little ol' me: Daffney Unger. From the onset of my career, everyone doubted me, and said I'd never accomplish anything in my career; I'd just be a valet or a manager. But look at me now.. I'm standing before you with an official WWEI contract under my belt, as well as few highly acclaimed accolades to my name, going for another one tonight.. All my life I've waited for this one opportunity to shine, and here it is, right in my clutches. You can love me, or you can despise me with every bone in your body - but, just know that Daffney is not leaving this ring tonight without the crown atop her head, shining in the bright arena lights.. I can almost picture it now.




Daffney makes a clutch to the top of her head, reaching around as if the crown were already on her head, the diamonds glimmering in the lights. Looking around with a smile of complete innocence and absolute unawareness, the crowd is already just as dumbfounded as Daffney is




The Scream Queen



Imagine me, a queen. A worldwide symbol of beauty, and prim and proper behavior. Almost everything I'm against, but everything I want at the same time. That recognition and the admiration.. People would finally see that I am worthy, and that maybe this Queen does a little more than just scream.. The beauty and the glory is now what I crave, though, not in the slightest. This Queen of the Ring will stand for something else for me than it will for anyone else who will ever hold it.



Daffney's smile of nearly dumbness changes into one of devious intent, smirking with intent.



The Scream Queen



Queens around the globe represent power and authority. They rule with an iron fist, not letting any man or woman stand in their way.. A strong woman with no inhibitions who'll stand up for what she believes in - maybe just slightly psychotic, but that's besides the point. A queen is a person who you fear, and you wouldn't cross her.. EVER




Boomer Sooner: Jim Ross



Daffney is all business, I feel bad for her opponents tonight.




Generic music hits as Daffney's first opponent, Tiffany begins to walk down the ramp to enter the ring.



The Suplex Machine: Tazz


Tiffany, you are the first lamb to the slaughter.




Tiffany enters the ring and is met by a lunging Daffney who Spears her in half and gets the pinfall, eliminating Tiffany in record fashion



The Lucious Lilian Garcia


Tiffany has been eliminated!



Seeming rather confident, Daffney pushes Tiffany's body out of the ring with her foot. More generic music plays as Eve, Michelle McCool and The Bella Twins all come out and rush down the ramp. Seeing this, Daffney slides out of the ring and grans a nearby chair. Grinning a manic smile, she climbs back into the ring and goads the other diva's to get in the ring



The Suplex Machine: Tazz



Daffney has gone off the deep end, I love it!



The other diva's see the scene unfold, and back away from the ring, seemingly giving the victory to Daffney. A scowl of disgust comes over her face as she turns to Lilian and cracks her over the head with the chair.



Boomer Sooner: Jim Ross


Good Lord! Lilian is out Tazz! What a crazy woman!



Changing things up with her brown eyes now slouched into an angry position and a grimace of intensity across her black lips, the crowd seems to disapprove of the motive, though still a few nonbelievers choose to jeer and boo, which doesn't disturb her in the least. Regardless, no one's going to step in her way or interfere in what she does. Looking down at the prone body of Lilian, Daffney picks up the fallen mic and begins to speak



The Scream Queen



Sitting on my throne, covered in cobwebs, and my crown shining in the dimly-lit glory. It's a beautiful image, and no one stands in my way - except for maybe one individual, but it's hardly possible.



Daffney's face glows again, anticipating and thinking of the glory to come with her crown. Looking out among the arena still as if she has no idea what's going on around her, a cheesy smile is upon her face as well as innocent eyes, though the underlying passion and rage shine through.



The Scream Queen



Now that I am Queen of WWEI. I have my sights set out on the most vile, disgusting, fake, vomit inducing bimbo of them all, Kelly Kelly.



With all the intent in the world to continue on, the crowd explodes in applause, breaking into Daffney's speech.



The Scream Queen



Right, she's the second coming I know. It's not that I fear Kelly for her ring prowess or her strength, she has none of that really. I just am aware that she's been with this company for quite some time, and that always gives her an edge of sorts.. Evidently, she couldn't wrestle her way out of a paper bag, but she has more WWEI experience; otherwise she's got nothing. I've been in things for ten years now, and she has maybe a quarter of that? .. Let's just put it right out there with the Extreme Expose Dance tripe if I may. Something about that concept - just the idea - made my blood boil. This is an esteemed federation of workers, and they're going to have women dance, live on the show? Ridiculous. I get paid to wreak havoc, and I plan on doing it each and every week.


Another negative response; a dance trio appeals more to the fans tonight.



The Scream Queen


“I couldn't let it happen, people, for YOU I will not let this Dance nonsence occur here. I had to make my presence known earlier than was scheduled, and I taught Tiffany and lesson. Daffney's here now, and not a single sole is going to defy what I say.. Kelly, the little hot-headed, blonde dancer, thinks she can be in a company, solely dancing and get away with it? New Chapter is mine, Kelly, and you're only the first to learn that. Be glad that you weren't Angelina Love. You would have been operated on - more specifically, you'd have been the one to get a Lobotomy.. My law IS the law now, and especially after I operated on Tiffany tonight, We're just a three count away from New Chapter's ushering in my nightmare.



Letting her last word trail off into a cackle of extreme evil, Daffney bugs her eyes and smiles with her mouth wide open, nearly gritting her teeth as she does so. Taking her free hand up and shaking visibly as she pulls hair back and out of her face, the crowd is still slightly upset at her cruel words towards one of their favorite, ladies, but the Scream Queen simply chuckles, onward as if someone had told a joke; she's once again lost all control, but this time it looks like something's taken control of her



The Scream Queen



You can mark my words here, ladies and gents, because tonight, the face of this show is going to change.. For years upon years I've taken the back burner in my career, hiding in the background and letting others around me rise in the rankings.. I've not held a major title in the sports entertainment industry since Nineteen Ninety Nine, and I'm SICK of it.




Instantly following her final word, the Gothic Goddess twists her voice into a familiar, yet still chilling SCREAM, fading it into a twisted smirk at the end, nearly appearing to be in ecstasy as the Toronto crowd mostly throws off cheers, once more though the occasional boo still sticks out like a sore thumb. Slinking around, she drops Lilian's microphone to the mat, giggling upon the delivery and prancing back to the middle of the ring, laughing out loud with eyes showing complete confidence at the same time. An omen delivered, the Scream Queen ushers in her rise to her throne as "Beauty Person" hits the Air Canada Centre's PA system. System

[#HEEL Dark Lord]

From fearful blackness and nothing else but dark, we come into view with our first scene, showing us right into San Diego, California. We can clearly see the simple venue walls of the San Diego Sports Arena; they add really no color or excitement, but they're there, along with generic flooring. A petite blonde woman though stands by, carefully looking around and keeping a branded microphone very close to her chest, which is mostly covered by a black tube-top. Blue jeans accompany it, as well as heeled shoes, but that doesn't really seem to be of dire importance. Lilian Garcia has the look of fear in her eyes; a look of inescapable terror and fright that she can't predict. Frowing her glossy lips and taking a final breath, she puts on the best game face she can, given the circumstances, and speaks. After all, that paycheck may outweigh what's yet to come.





The Singing Diva: Lilian Garcia.



Ladies and gentlemen, this is Lilian Garcia live from the San Diego Sports Arena, and we are here in California for another edition of "The Show". Now, right now, I'm just about as clueless as you are as to what's going on here before we go live, but there is some supposedly 'strange' activity back here; I've been sent to investigate for some odd reason.





Motioning with her cranium for the camera to follow her, Ms. Garcia takes a few steps forward, crouched down in anticipation. As if something were about to jump out at her, she reaches a corner in the monotone walls, peeking around it expectantly before actually turning the corner. Lilian then lets out an over dramatic sigh and turns to the camera as if the controller of it were afraid, too. Honestly, she has nothing to be afriad of, though. The lights are just flickering now in this new hallway, and old, wooden doors line each side of it. Each one remains open, all until Lilian's small black Stilettos stop about three doors from where she turned, look with interest at the sole closed door; black in color, a sign reading simply "Do Not Disturb" hangs from the doorknob, which looks like it could use a good polish.




The Singing Diva: Lilian Garcia



Well, if anything strange is going on, my guess would be that this is where it's happening.





Lilian leans in onto the door, pressing her ear against the wood, but backing up very quickly both in discomfort and to salvage her eardrums. Extreme laughter in a very high pitch is more than audible to us through the camera, and Lilian grimaces as she hears it, too, now looking unsure as a quivering hand reaches out for the doorknob. Visibly worried, New Chapter's interviewer's fear has reached a head, and the cackling halts as she turns the knob on the door, creaking it as she pushes the door forward and opens it, sending the dim lighting from the hallway inside the room, even more dimly lit. The luminosity seems to instantly flood the room, making a small table visible in the epicenter. At each end sits one chair, and, though one is empty, the other is turned backwards and is occupied. Turned to face the open doorway is a mostly black and red figure; hair is worn down straight, though the right side is much longer than the left. Black and red eye makeup lays very heavy over beady brown eyes, though they are currently squinting to shield the intensity of the light, startling to her. A black and red corset top is all we can see other than the face of the Scream Queen, and Daffney holds one hand up on her forehead as she looks at Lilian with her teeth gritted and her black lips opened so we may see her evidently angry expression.





The Scream Queen



Can you please close that DOOR? It would nice if we could have some privacy around here.





The Singing Diva: Lilian Garcia



Daffney?! What are you doing back here?



The Scream Queen



Would you please excuse me for a moment? I'll only be a second.



Regarding the empty chair across the table from her in the preceeding words, Daffney lets out a sigh and gets up from her seated position and begins a slinky walk. Slithering towards the ever-bright light - at least in her eyes - she sees Lilian within the doorway and curls her lips into a sly smile, eyeing Lilian with interest. The Gothic Goddess simply and calmly puts both her hands together across her chest and smirks at Lilian.



The Scream Queen



Oh, please come in Lilian. You're always welcome in my company.



Lilian keeps her arms close to her body and noticably trembles as Daffney extends a hand and keeps her twisted little grin affixed.



The Scream Queen



Come on now, my guest here doesn't bite, and neither do I.. You can trust me, girlie.



The Singing Diva: Lilian Garcia



No-no, listen to me, Daffney. I don't want any trouble, I just



The Scream Queen




Don't be silly.. Sit down, stay a while.




Obviously intimidating Lilian, Daffney begins to giggle just slightly psychotically, and continuing in it until breaking into a SHRIEK that makes Garcia cringe. Regardless, Daffney lets it die down swiftly and takes ahold of her by the arm and flings her toward the table with authority, still smirking though she stomps toward the table too, pulling the chair she was previously sitting in around and then further directing Lilian down into it, though she's nearly shaking now. The Queen of Scream, however, can't even tell that her behavior is strange, and she simply stands behind the table, now looking down at her interviewer friend with a bit of a twinge in one eye.





The Scream Queen



Won't you say hello to my date, Lilian? He's really not as shy as he looks - quite the opposite actually.



The Singing Diva



Daffney, I.. I...I can't see anyone. No one's sitting in that chair across from me



The Scream Queen


WHAT on earth could you be talking about? I know that you can see him sitting there, yet you deny it. Granted, he's too much of a looker for you, but this is my Date with Destiny, and you will respect my guest no matter WHAT.. Understand?



The Singing Diva



What? You do know that 'a date with destiny' is only an expression, right? You can't actually have a date with something that isn't even real.



The Scream Queen


How about you shut you MOUTH!



Daffney's expression has clearly turned back into her scowl, baring teeth and snarling at Lilian from across the table, bent over and looking into her eyes. Lilian is still terrified - no pun intended - and Daffney is not pleased



The Scream Queen


I thought we could be FRIENDS Lilian, I really did. We could have had tea every afternoon, and had spa dates, and been really great buds. But instead, you just think I'm CRAZY because I have a nice date lined up for myself. Can't psychotic people have love, too?


The sudden changes in emotion do not end from the Shriek Machine, now head dropped in sadness


The Scream Queen



Who really does care, though? You can't even HUMOR me and greet my guest, you just have to come in here, looking for strictly business and being rude. But you know what, Lilian? You did more good than bad, I suppose because the phsyical aspect of my date is OVER, and the metaphorical date I've got tonight is just beginning.



Daffney's live and tangible guest is still speechless as she smirks once more, making her way over to where 'Destiny' formerly sat



The Scream Queen



You know, when I got the call telling me to come to San Diego tonight, I immediately called up my friend that you so rudely cast away. Some call him fate, some destiny, and maybe even luck on occasion. That doesn't matter one bit, because once I opened the champagne, I knew that things were going to be different tonight.. This isn't a fake outing that leads to nothing but an innocent kiss, it's a long-term relationship. Tonight begins it, and there is no end. Lilian, this isn't the Impact Zone in Orlando, and I'll be DAMNED if Dave Prazak is going to come call my matches here.This is The New Chapter, my new home, thanks to my good friend, of course.




Completely normal behavior from Daffney, but Lilian is still more freaked out than anyone should be. The Scream Queen though simply giggles a little more, sighing in a type of relief before continuin her way over to the empty chair which she now accepts as being vacated. With her slinky stroll continuing, she lifts it with a solitary hand and flips it backward. This itself backs Lilian up farther, but Daffney simply sits herself down, leaning over the back of it with her legs spread and one hand on her chin, thinking and smirking once more. Whether she can realize it or not, the sudden changes in her behavior and her unpredictability are more than frightening




The Scream Queen


It's alright to be scared, Lilian. Even the greatest warriors in the entire universe chicken out sometimes.




The Singing Diva


But, you do.. realize that you're making absolutely no sense right now, don't you, Daffney? I just can't even understand what it is you're trying to tell me



The Scream Queen



No, no. YOU'RE missing the point here, dear.. Why would I be in New Chapter Wrestling? There's no reason really for me to be here without any ink dried on the contract I proposed a few weeks ago - yet I'm here. In case what I just told you before went in one ear and out the other, which it seems like it did, I'll repeat myself: fate brought me here.



Folding both arms outward to display the table, she continues



The Scream Queen



I was destined to be here, as shown in this scenery. The romantic setting with the wonderful lighting, and a wonderful date until it was ruined.. But, Liliani, you don't worry one bit, because Daffney is here, and I assure you nothing less than CHAOS



The Singing Diva


Well-uh, that's all very nice, Daffney, but I really



The Scream Queen


What are you here for, anyway? You interrupt my outing without any reasoning or explanation. I think I DESERVE to know why you're here right now, don't I?



The Singing Diva



Actually....I came her to interview! I was asked to come interview you




The Scream Queen



Interview?




The word in itself just seems to entertain Daffney, and her head falls backward into an obnoxious fit of laughter, complete with snorting and all sorts of grotesque mannerisms. This goes on for only a moment and allows Ms. Garcia to loosen herself out of her chair, all until a crash hits the wooden table, the Gothic Goddess falls to the table, resting both of her elbows on it and holding her head up with both hands, smirking at Lilian with interest in her eyes



The Scream Queen



You're suppose to interview me, the SCREAM Queen herself? Do those monkeys in the back have a clue what they're doing to you, DO they? Those fools sent you, a meek little mouse right into the lion's den, and they expect you to come out alive? That's perfectly fine though - I'll even help you out. I know that, tonight, I've got a match. Imagine that: an unsigned lady taking part in a contest on a televised show, and a very unstable one, or so I've been told.. Oh, and get this, it's even called a dark match. If you were in charge of booking, Lil, would you put the sport's most UNPREDICTABLE, DISTURBED woman in a match pitted to be DARK? If you ask me it's a stupid move on their part.



Readjusting her hands into a folded position in front of her, Daffney looks at Lilian with perhaps some endearment



The Scream Queen



Now, regardless of who decides to put their cute little boots onto that canvas and face the TERROR that I am, it would be best for them to wear a little extra padding. Tonight's.. dark match is a tremendous opportunity for me to break that mold that I've grown into. Everyone just sees me as the Indy-Girl with some talent, they can't SEE who I am, or at least they choose not to remember the date of May Fifteenth in the the year Two Thousand. I won the WCW Cruiserweight Title, and then defeated a man the next week to become the Undisputed Champion rather than sharing. I was the BEST of my kind, and then I was still young.. That was then, and this is a decade later. If I could single-handedly beat a man over one hundred pounds more than I weigh, just IMAGINE what these ladies have in store tonight. After all, I am a thespian: a singer, dancer, actor, and wrestler, most importantly. It would help if I actually knew who was going to be in the ring with me tonight though, WOULDN'T it?




Regarding lilian in those words, Daffney Unger is now nearly bent over the table and nose to nose with her 'buddy', though she still keeps herself back as far as she can in the chair she sits in, now proceeding to give herself a hug with the licking lips of Daffney - she's showing more and more interest in her eyes, which evidently frightens Lilian. Why couldn't they have sent Todd Grisham to do this?



The Singing Diva




Well, um, - you'll be facing off against Cheerleader Melissa.



The Scream Queen



Cheerleader? You mean like, ra-ra-ra, and pom poms and skirts too short unless you stand on a corner daily?



The Singing Diva



No, this is Cheerleader Melissa, Daffney. You know: Melissa Anderson? She calls herself the 'Future Legend', and she's worked with you both in SHIMMER and TNA.




The Scream Queen



Raisha Sa-WHO? Listen, sargeant, I'm no brain surgeon, and I do know exactly who Cheerleader Melissa is.



A little roll of the eyes, perhaps a chuckle would have followed but it remains silent.




The Scream Queen



How could I forget Cheerleader Melissa: the woman who stole MY spotlight in SHIMMER and practically ruined my team with MsChif. She stole my team member, my look, and now she's even trying to be ME in personality. The only difference is, you can't fake something like this. I'm genuine in each word I say, whether or not I can even tell exactly what it is that I just said. I ramble on sometimes and might be reading you a recipe for fried chicken, or something else that's completely irrelevant to the current situation - Regardless, she's a freak, Lilian. A complete and utter FREAK. I don't understand it myself, really. She writes blogs, for God's sake, which no one reads anyway. Where I come from, Badstreet, we handle our beefs with a fist or two, and maybe even a scream if you really make us angry. But it's all right.. She's honestly not a threat to me or them, or even anyone on the roster in general. I haven't actually seen her win a match since, oh, maybe SHIMMER Volume Fourteen? She's a JOKE, and a complete lunatic.. Any real crazy person can see right through her deceit and tell that she's faking it - trying to fit in with the cool crowd. She wishes she had voices to listen to and no worries, but I suppose she'll never know what this life is really like.



She confidently cocks her head and smiles with her eyes




The Scream Queen




Cheerleader or not, she best be very AFRAID tonight. I'm not like her, Lilian, not at all.. I actually will hurt someone and make them BLEED if it's necessary, and I don't care if there's consequences to face. It's just another speed bump on the road to greatness.




Squeaking in fear, Lilian jumps out of her chair at Daffney's mention of her going crazy, which may just be the case. The Scream Queen keeps her legs planted on the table, but somehow manages to hop in a single leap, ending up in a crawling position on the table and evidently still keeping her eyes interested and once more licking her lips. On all fours, she gazes into Lilian's eyes which now begin to fill up with tears, and she barely moves other than her hands, which shake as they clutch onto the arm rests of the chair.


Lilian is completely defenseless as Daffney continues to stare her down, now inching closer to her from atop the table, and she even backs up her chair a little before Daffney smiles more and shakes her head no, now almost looking like a Cheshire Cat. She begins to whisper, now looking completely enthralled with the petite blonde



The Scream Queen



It's all right to be afriad, darling.. Destiny is a scary thing, especially when it's right in your grasp, and you don't know how to deal with it. But you can trust my words. Tonight is my date with destiny, as you already know, and the appetizer's only JUST begun.. Lilian, you watch, and you listen. Tonight, this company, WWEI or The New Chapter, whatever you want to call it, is going to be change. Its fate, completely altered after this evening. And, why? .. Well, tonight, I'm going to seal it with a kiss.. of death.




With the final, eerie word coming from Daffney's mouth she simultaneously inches herself right to her newfound friend, pursing her lips. Lilian having widened eyes and now with a tear dropping down her made-up cheek, Daffney's black lips touch her forhead and she closes her eyes, leaving her kiss only upon Garcia's forehead for but a moment. Her hands immediately go to the site where she was kissed and she begins to pant heavily, eyes wide and looking as if the Madusa were sitting parallel to her. But only Daffney, now gazing at her with a look of pure evil; her eyebrows slanted just slightly and her eyes glowing in pure rage. Lilian cannot help herself now, and completely terrified she SHRIEKS, rivaling Daffney's own signature bellow. The Gothic Goddess continues to do nothing but look on as the woman simply told to investigate. Lilian is beyond the point of return now, and hysterical in screaming and shaking she actually upsets her seat, falling backwards and out of the chair, eventually to get up, though hardly able to move in the terror that kneels on the creaky table that was previously used to hold a 'date with destiny', or so it was called. But she can take no more; Ms. Garcia takes a final glimpse at Daffney, shrieks again, and flees faster than any woman has ever been seen running through San Diego, leaving Daffney to smirk and lick the same lips that touched Lilian's forehead - goal accomplished, and now only one more stands in her way.