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..((Our scene begins in the dead of night. All is seemingly quiet in the suburbs of the large town of Ingolstadt, Germany. Everyone is seemingly all in their homes, all tucked away in bed. Dreamland is such a sweet time for all the little boys and girls. Except for one. Dreamland isn't very nice to one particular girl, with happy little thoughts of dying and severing relationships. We go to visit this little girl at her broken and run down home on the skirts of a suburbian town. Therein, Daffney Unger stays awake, willingly. She stands in the middle of her bare, whitewashed living room, holding herself with her arms. Her head turns, noticing a sway in the wind outside. Daffney wears a black logo-blank spaghetti strap shirt, with matching coloured capris. The bottoms of her capris shudder slightly with the breeze moving through the boxed off windows, though if she noticed or not she gives no indication. Sleepytime tonight was something of.. a nightmare. She had dreamt earlier that her beloved boyfriend had broken up with her, and she died from a broken heart. Last night, all the same. She wonders why these dreams plague her, but now's not the time to worry about such rubbish. A dream dictionary could cure such problems, but then again who wants them analyzed? She has other problems to worry about: that tag title match with.. Miss Hancock and Lana Starr. What does Daffney care if she wins it or not? She cares not. All she cares about at the moment: well.. nothing, really. Presently, she cares about her sanity, because really.. do dolls really talk to her? Or is it all in her head? Perhaps she really did belong in her Georgia Sanitarium, at least there she didn't have to hear all those quaint little insults from her plastic friends. Daffney sighs and sits down on her little chair, her forehead residing in her hand. Riot isn't there, nobody is. Only Shannon Spruill.. her screaming victims downstairs, and those damned dolls))..

What are you thinking about?

[-x "The German Princess" Shannon Spruill x-]
Ah, nothing you need be concerned about, Mandze.

I think you're lying to me again. I'm your friend, you can tell me things.

[-x "The German Princess" Shannon Spruill x-]
I think not, friends don't tell friends to go 'fucking die', simply because of a simple phrase used. Friends don't tell one another to go and kill people they love. No... you're not my friend at all.

Give me a chance, I'm sure we could be the best of friends. I miss your smile.

[-x "The German Princess" Shannon Spruill x-]
I'm sure you do. But why smile much anymore? I just resort to the same mood I was in before those little endorphins went to my brain.

You should go out and play with all the other children. Life should not be spent imitating the dead. You have vitality! Show it!

[-x "The German Princess" Shannon Spruill x-]
Daniella..

Yes! I'm your friend. Go out and play while you still can! Smile and be happy! People love you and care about you..

She lies, Shannon. She isn't your friend.

[-x "The German Princess" Shannon Spruill x-]
I think I will go outside.. it's quite lovely out..Yes in fact.. I'm smiling already.


10 MINUTES LATER!

..((We are outside now, in front of Daffney's run down and abandoned looking home. The wind is blowing rather fierce, causing the boards on the windows to shake and cause howling noises. The door opens, crashing against the wall adjacent. Daffney steps out of the house, a back pack now accompanying her. She wears a set of headphones, which stream forth Beethoven's immortal "Ode to Joy". A sign beside her on the grass reads "Don't step on the grass! It's unpolite to walk on the dead". Daffney hooks her thumbs on the backpacks'.. strap things and starts to walk down the sidewalk, whistling the tune radiating through her headphones. She walks down the sidewalk to the inside suburban city, carefully taking mind not to notice all the people, walking around like insects. Her eyes close in bliss as she listens to her music, not caring what the others do. Until, she trips. She falls flat onto her face onto the unforgiving sidewalk. Daffney opens her eyes, and turns around to sit down. She looks all over, to see where and what she tripped on. Maniacal laughter comes from two individuals sitting around a circular table, enjoying their beverages before them. Daffney's upper lip curls slightly, her nostrils flaring in anger. This expression of emotions does nothing more than make the assailants laugh all the more))..

[-x "The Scream Queen" Daffney Unger x-]
I really hadn't hoped to do anything this evening, but you made me change my mind.

[-x Guy One x-]
Oh and what are you going to do?

[-x "The Scream Queen" Daffney Unger x-]
Care to see?

[-x Guy Two x-]
Dude I think she's going to fuck you!

[-x Guy One -x]
Hell yeah.. I was hoping to get some native german ass..

..((Quicker than a flash, Daffney is standing right behind the first guy. She quickly pulls out a razor sharp knife and jerks the guy's head back by his hair. He shrieks, unprepared. Daffney smiles sadisically, tracing her knife gently across his neck. Guy two just sits there, completely in shock and awe of the whole situation. Or perhaps he's just an idiot like that. She sneers, jamming the knife in the middle of the man's larynx. She grips onto the knife and rips to the left, completely cutting the left jugular vein. Blood flows out of the man like a waterfall, except to a particular beat. She tilts her head and looks at her reddened shining blade, watching little beads of blood drip off the tip. Her eyes turn to the other guy, who has a look of total shock. Daffney's head tilts, startling the man to stand up. He runs off, screaming on into the night people. Daffney just stands there, with her hands on her hips. The human fountain has decreased slightly but continues forth. She pats the dying man on the forehead, then walks on down her merry way. Only after she had left, people had noticed. Screams of shocked and scared people resonated around the block, as Daffney slowly walks back to her house, her homicidal inclinations satiated))..


SOMEWHERE..SOME PLACE!!!

..((And we're back, ladies and gentlemen. SKYNET GOES ONLINE AUGUST 1ST 1997!!! Yeah okay I've been on a Terminator 2 craze all day today (I have 2 shirts from that movie..) Anyways, back to our scene. We, are in a hotel room of sorts. It seems like one of those 3 star hotels, with two beds, two lamps, and a small television. Daffney and Riot stay in this room, awaiting the next HWE television event, Retribution. On the left bed, Daffney jumps up and down with no particular reason whatsoever. Riot sits down on her right bed, staring off into space. They seem to be listening to techno music of sorts, something really energetic and.. technoish. After a while, Daffney calms down and sits on her bed, her hands in her lap. She looks out of the anti-climatic window, watching the swarming people down below. Finally she turns her attention to Riot, who seems to be as much interested in the television as Daffney was with the mirror))..

[-x "The Scream Queen" Daffney Unger x-]
April, what do you know about Lana Star?

[-x "The Riotous One" Riot x-]
Why are you interested?

[-x "The Scream Queen" Daffney Unger x-]
Well because I and Trinity have a match against her and Ms. Hancock..I figured you would have some knowledge about her because you both were in WOW..

[-x "The Riotous One" Riot x-]
I don't know much because I was always busy with either Wendi Wheels, Danger, or Terri Gold. But.. she thinks she's some kind of movie star and likes to crack mirrors over people's heads. She's this preppy, princessy blonde woman who's obsessed with her hair and her looks. I think she's her own number one fan..But other then that you'll have to reasearch.

[-x "The Scream Queen" Daffney Unger -x]
That's it? You can't tell me anything else about her?

[-x "The Riotous One" Riot -x]
No, not really. I'd say to ask Danger but I forgot her phone number two years ago..It's been a while, forgive me.

[-x "The Scream Queen" Daffney Unger -]x
Blah.. you're alot of help.

*In Scottish Accent*
I'm givin 'er all I got, capt'in!

[-x "The Scream Queen" Daffney Unger -x]
Oh shut up! I'mma be right back.. I'm going to go cut an in-ring promo..

[-x "The Riotous One" Riot -x]
WOW! You haven't done that in a while.

[-x "The Scream Queen" Daffney Unger x-]
I know. That's why I'm doing it.


10 MINUTES LATER!!! After an exceedingly long commercial break, consisting of:
Skittles
Support the JTHM movement
Next on ER: George Clooney gets a Brain Transplant

..((But yeah, now we're back at the HWE arena. The sold-out crowd is extremely buzzed and excited over what might happen next. Regardless, the lights turn off around the arena. The audience hasn't any idea who it might be, but they cheer anyways. A solitary picture of Daffney appears on the titantron, as the opening notes to "Hell Awaits" by Cradle of Filth begins to play. (ooc: I know Slayer did it, but I'm talking about the cover) Purple strobe lights shine down from the ceiling as the music picks up in beat, until finally a female scream is heard, mixed in with that of a male. An explosion of lights and pyro go off on the stage, as the beat has become faster. Finally, the lights turn back on as Daffney Unger appears on the stage, her hands behind her back. There is a mixed reaction from the crowd, but both either fans or haters alike give a loud reaction.. Her clothes have changed, now to a black corset with purple lacing. She also wears a crushed velvet peasant skirt, and those little witchy boots she wears frequently (ooc: in these promos anyways. I would wear that ensemble if I could.. really). Lyrics start pouring forth from the P.A., but they are inaudible for those hearing the song for the first time))..

[-x "The Talented" Lilian Garcia x-]
Ladies and gentlemen, making her way from Ingolstadt, Germany, weighing in at 120 pounds.. Daffney Unger!

..((Finally, Daffney starts to walk down the ramp as she sings along to the words being vocalized. She makes her way to the ring and goes up the steel steps, onto the apron. Then, she manages to get into the ring under the third rope.. She takes the microphone from Lilian as her music comes to a stop. Daffney tilts her head slightly and begins to speak))..

[-x "The Scream Queen" Daffney Unger x-]
Hallo, einfache gekümmerte Leute und jenes Komplex gleich. This is my first time doing this in the HWE, so go easy on me. As some of you well may know, I have a tag team match of sorts coming up with Trinity against Lana Star and Stacy Keibler. But for now, I'm calling her Miss Hancock. I'm going to call her that until the day I die. Miss Hancock had quite a few things to say to me and honestly, I could care less. Wow, I'm a freak. Amazing, she thinks I'm going to call her a blonde bimbo and all that what not. Those terms are seemingly overused. She is correct, we have had our arguements in the past, but like in the past, I have gotten the upper hand. She finds herself to be a true talent, stretching out those long legs of hers for all to see. The hair dye must have sunk into your head, Miss Hancock. Nothing cold be farther from the truth. You are, in fact, a worthless piece of sewer degraded slime, and I'm going to point that out to you. Call all the hospitals you want because honestly I do believe your little 'attempts' at wrestling will be nothing more than a hip swivel and.. all that whatnot. Really.. have you been training any since we left WCW? I have. Blah..
Lana Star..Wha.. Yeah okay. Smash opponents with.. mirrors. Spray them with your hair spray. Ya that'll really work. My god.. What the hell are my matches becoming?! Can't I get a solitary match with only one other person?! Noo I have to be with 3+ people, don't I?! What the hell. Anyways, like I was saying. Hair spray. Amazing. So, she thinks she's a movie star or something like that. She has something in common with Miss Hancock. They were both models or something! I could care less about their history together or seperately. This match isn't going to be anything for me. I really don't care if I win or lose. .. Trinity, on the other hand, would care. She seems to think that I won't participate whatsoever. Unfortunately, I will. Trinity won't have to handle this match, just by herself. This is truly amazing.. I can't wait for the day I'll just have.. a single match. No more than just 2 people.. Blah.. until next time..

..((Daffney rolls her eyes as her music beings playing where it last left off. She tosses the microphone behind her and hits a ring side person. The scene eventually fades to black))..