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Come with me.. into my dreams..

..((Music plays. The music is so .. delicate, enticing. Quite lovely, really. It seems to be either from an organ or a large piano. The tune is vaguely familiar - Bach's "Toccata and Fugue in D Minor". There's now a scene to go along with the wonderful classical tune. There is nothing but a dark purple, spinning. Occasionally, there's a flash of something close to lavender. As the scene pans out, there is a pair of legs. They seemed to be encased in long laced black boots, following all the way to the pointed heels. Rather old fashioned, like the kind grandmother used to wear. Panning out even more, there are a pair of magnolia white arms, a purple-clad chest, a neck, oh, a woman. The spinning slows as the pan cascades farther. She also has a pale face, slightly pinkened by rouge on the cheeks and lips. Her raven black hair is swept up into an elegant bun. The spinning stops. A necklace settles around her open neck; it's nothing more than a sliver chain with a trinket on it. The dress is an evening gown that a southern belle might wear. The woman's identity is Daffney, but.. not really. She as of the moment, is Shannon Spruill.. Her surroundings are lavish, wood everywhere. It seems to be an expensive place, a mansion if that. Her music stops, her smile fades. A new tune comes forth, "Moonlight Sonata 1st Movement" by Beethoven. Shannon reaches, picking up a silver handled mirror. She looks at her reflection, her smile coming back.

[-x "The German Princess" Shannon Spruill x-]
*in slight southern accent* I do declare, I will be the belle of this here ball..

..((A door squeaks open, the music seeming louder. A pudgy female face with curly blonde hair comes in. A reddened hand clamps down on the woman's bonnet, worried it might fall off))..

[-x Servant Chick x-]
Miss Shannon, they're expecting you downstairs!

[-x "The German Princess" Shannon Spruill x-]
Thank you, Brittany. I'll be downstairs in a moment.

..((The female now christened Brittany nods, then leaves the room. Shannon picks up a pair of white laced gloves and a hand held fan. She quickly leaves the room))..

..((Outside, it's a scene out of an old southern movie. There's a white winding staircase, descending down. There are many males and females prancing around in their evening wear, dancing around to the music playing from the parlour. Shannon whips her fan out, holding it over her face. She descends down the stairs, waving her fan about. Finally she comes down to the main floor, walking over to a chair. She sits, looking at all of the people. The music comes to an abrupt stop. A man quickly walks over to the middle of the room, a brandy tumbler in hand. He quickly smoothes out his moustache, making sure he has everybody's attention))..

[-x Dude x-]
Ladies and gentlemen, I'm sorry to interrupt your evening, but I have an announcement!

[-x Lady 1 x-]
What is it, Antony?

[-x "Interrogator Person" Antony x-]
There has been.. a murder!

..((Practically everybody gasps. Shannon puts her fan over her face, a stifled giggle issuing from the back of her throat. Antony nods with a look around. He takes a sip of his brandy and tries to look solemn))..

[-x "Interrogator Person" Antony x-]
A plan has been thought out to do our own investigation. We don't need them police messing up the crime scene. I have my own suspects. Two of whom sit.. in this very room.

..((There's another gasp. Shannon smirks slightly and bends. She pulls up again, bringing something up with her. She covers her little parcel with her fan on her lap))..

[-x "Interrogator Person" Antony x-]
My first suspect is Raymond Burles..

[-x Lady 2 x-]
No! Ray has been with me all evening.

[-x "Interrogator Person" Antony x-]
Well there goes that one. But truly, the second one is much worse. There is only one killer in this here room, though never convicted. Her name is Shan..

..((Shannon quickly stands up, revealing her parcel to be a throwing knife. She pulls her arm back, her lip curled in a sneer))..

non Spr..

..((With lightning quick speed, Shannon throws the knife, it landing directly in the middle of Antony's forehead. It quickly brings with it a nice lobotomization, and death. Yay! Many of the women there gasp, then scream. They start running like mad, thinking they could be next. Shannon only gets up and starts walking to the now-fallen man. A smile comes across her face as she stand over the body))..

[-x "The Germanic Princess" Shannon Spruill x-]
Hmm.. I do believe I 'stole the party', so to speak. Do forgive me for being rude, but I think I need my knife back.

..((She bends slightly and goes to pull out the knife out of Antony's head. A gunshot is heard. Shannon quickly stands up, the noise startling. She stumbles back slightly. With a hand to her abdomen, she looks down. Blood oozes from her stomach, a gaping hole there. Her eyes become glazed over as she starts to fall over backwards (dramatically in slow motion). Shannon's head falls back with a crack on the dancefloor, her blood pooling around her. With the last seconds of life, she looks over to the organ that was playing earlier, and the rather large crucifix above it. Her breath comes and goes quickly, then not at all. She dies))..

It fades away just like the immortal sunset..

..((Daffney Unger awakes, screaming. She sits up on her couch, a hand to her face. Her hair is slightly matted from sleep. She quickly puts a hand to her stomach, expecting to find a large, gaping wound there. Nothing, except for fabric. Daffney pulls her shirt up slightly, just to be sure. Nothing once again. She stands, walking over to one of her boarded up windows))..

[-x "The Scream Queen" Daffney Unger x-]
I fell asleep again.. Schizah.

Admit it, you're weak. Humans have to sleep sometime. Let's just face it, Shannon.. you're nothing more than an emotional yet weak human being.

[-x "The Scream Queen" Daffney Unger x-]
Do not generalize me, Mandze. I have other qualities that differentiate me from other people, realize. You wouldn't know that. How could a doll possibly know that?

I'm more than just a doll to you. You know that.

[-x "The Scream Queen" x-]
Yes, I know. My mentor. My condemnor. Such a contradiction.

..((Daffney turns slightly, as if trailing this invisible voice. She walks over to a broken vanity mirror and picks up a barbie doll. It's smile has faded, as has the shine to it's plastic skin. The blonde strands of hair have nearly all been torn or burnt off, save for a few. It's pink dress is tattered, but still holds. A child might have loved it, given if it were new. Daffney sets the doll down and sits at the vanity thing))..

[-x "The Scream Queen" Daffney Unger x-]
Mirror mirror with your broken glass.. Has my sanity really lapsed?

..((Daffney waits for an answer that doesn't come. Her head tilts as she looks into her kaleidoscope reflection. Nothing happens for a long while. finally, sunlight peeks through the cracks from the barred up windows. It comes forth, victorious over the squandering darkness inside. Daffney stands up with her arms around herself, and makes her way to the door to the outside. She flings the door open, looking at the rising sun))..

[-x "The Scream Queen" Daffney Unger x-]
So.. I've survived yet another evening. How splendid.

-10 Hours Later-

..((Happy day, boys and girls! We join our two heroes, Daffney and Riot at the local expensive dress/wedding gown shop. Riot sits on one of the chairs there with her chin in her hand, looking thoroughly bored. Daffney, on the other hand, stands on a place that has lots of mirrors around. She spins around, her gown going in all directions. Many attendants swarm around, the scent of a sucker in the air. Daffney stops spinning. She looks down at her white dress, deciding she doesn't like it))..

[-x "The Scream Queen" Daffney Unger x-]
Noo.. I'm not just not feeling this one. It sucks!

[-x Attendant x-]
Is ze mademoiselle trying to look gorgeous for ze husband to be?

[-x "The Scream Queen" Daffney Unger x-]
No, silly! I'm not going to get married, not at least for a good 234082 years. I think..

[-x "The Riotous One" Riot x-]
Who'd wanna marry you, anyways?!

[-x "The Scream Queen" Daffney Unger x-]
You, my love!

[-x "The Riotous One" Riot x-]
Okay, no.

[-x Attendant x-]
Zen why do you want ze gown?

[-x "The Scream Queen" Daffney Unger x-]
I have a wrestling match coming up. Main event, even! It includes evening gowns.. Yeah, so.. You're not getting paid to stand around and look pretty!

..((The attendant person runs off to look for another dress as Daffney runs off to the dressing room. The guy runs back there as a hand outstretches from the.. locker thing. She recieves the dress, and the hand retracts. The other dress comes flying over the top of the door. About 10 minutes later, Daffney comes out in this lacy black dress thing. It seems to be made of taffeta. She puts a finger around her chin, looking at herself in the mirror))..

[-x "The Scream Queen" Daffney Unger x-]
Ooh I think I'll take this one..

[-x "The Riotous One" Riot x-]
Yeah you would say that.

[-x "The Scream Queen" Daffney Unger x-]
Quiet, you!

[-x "The Riotous One" Riot x-]
Pay for your damn dress already!

[-x "The Scream Queen" Daffney Unger x-]
Oh fine! Ruin my fun..

[-x "The Riotous One" Riot x-]
I wanna leave!

..((Daffney walks back off to the dressing room, giving the attendant person a plastic card in the process. She comes back out in a trench coat, buttoned up to the neck. The person comes back and gives her back the card. Both Daffney and Riot get up and leave the store))..

[-x "The Riotous One" Riot x-]
Why do you have your coat buttoned up like that?

[-x "The Scream Queen" Daffney Unger x-]
You shall see!.. Later..

[-x "The Riotous One" Riot x-]
So.. got your dress all ready for your match?

[-x "The Scream Queen" Daffney Unger x-]
Yes, I certainly hope so. Blah, I'm not really looking forward to this.

[-x "The Riotous One" Riot x-]
And why not?

[-x "The Scream Queen" Daffney Unger x-]
Evening gown match.. Come on.. We've progressed from pink thongs to damn dresses. I've already been in a match like this before back in the year 2000, and I didn't particularly like that one either. 'Member?

[-x "The Riotous One" Riot x-]
Yeah, your dress was ugly.

[-x "The Scream Queen" Daffney Unger x-]
I know. My body suit didn't go as well as planned. Regardless of this little factor, let's hope this dress works better than the last one..

[-x "The Riotous One" Riot x-]
Speaking of which, where is your dress?

..((Daffney only smiles (albeit rather evilly). She sneaks up behind a person and taps them on the shoulder))..

[-x "The Scream Queen" Daffney Unger x-]
Hey buddy.. wanna see something?

..((She quickly flings her trenchcoat open in front of the dude. He runs off, screaming. Daffney pulls her trenchcoat back and starts laughing maniacally))..

[-x "The Riotous One" Riot x-]
Did you just fuckin' flash that dude?!

..((She opens her trench coat again, showing that she was wearing the dress from the store. Riot purses her lips as Daffney falls on the ground, continuing to laugh))..

-SOMEWHERE ELSE!!!-

..((As the prophecy has foretold.. No wait.. wrong thing. Sorry. We come back.. to an arena taken control of by the HWE. As we look through the halls and whatnot, we see signs.. of the coming!! Dammit.. that's.. THE ALIENS!! (ooc: i'm so on a sugar buzz right now.. damn cereal) Anyways, back on subject now. Down a hall way, our two heroes sit on a table, as if waiting. Daffney has now changed out of her dress, and into a corset and skirt. Riot wears.. her usual biker outfit. Daffney kicks her feet under the table whilst humming a tune to herself. Finally!! Some other person comes along. Guess who it is, boys and girls? That's right.. the former interviewer, Michael Cole. He pulls a chair right up in front of the table, papers ready at hand))..

[-x "The Interviewer Person" Michael Cole x-]
Hello again, miss Unger.

[-x "The Scream Queen" Daffney Unger x-]
Hello yourself.

[-x "The Interview Person" Michael Cole x-]
So we see that you suffered a loss at the hands of Miss Jackie. What did you think of that?

[-x "The Scream Queen" Daffney Unger x-]
I said she'd win. So .. she did! I'm psychic! But that moronic Kamala cost me the match.. oh well. He shall go die soon. I'll see to it.

[-x "The Interviewer Person" Michael Cole x-]
Harsh words there, Daffney.

[-x "The Scream Queen" Daffney Unger x-]
Did you expect anything else?

[-x "The Interviewer Person" Michael Cole x-]
Well this week you're in a 6 diva tag match in evening gowns. Your opponents are Sable, Miss Jackie and Pamela Paulshock. What do you have to think of that?

[-x "The Scream Queen" Daffney Unger x-]
Same thing I said last time. How amazing. Wondrous.

[-x "The Riotous One" Riot x-]
Why don't you do that one talk about them indiviually thing?

[-x "The Scream Queen" Daffney Unger x-]
I think I could do that. Give me a name to go first with.

[-x "The Interviewer Person" Michael Cole x-]
How about Pamela Paulshock?

..((Daffney smiles slightly))..

[-x "The Scream Queen" Daffney Unger x-]
Certainly...
Miss Pamela Paulshock. Born in Baltimore, Maryland with two sisters, Candace and Paula. But.. we're not interested in where she was born, are we? No. We're all here to see what insults I have in store. I've seen her little promo, and what she's said about me. How interesting... not really. Can't she come up with something more original than 'ooh you're ugly!' 'you've been hit in the face with a shovel!' and let us not forget my personal favorite 'you're the ugliest diva here!'. She talks alot about my looks.. so why don't I speak about hers? She's a moronic blonde, with a rather large hooked nose. It seems that she has gotten plastic surgery, and perhaps a little bit of liposuction in the face. Her face closely reminds me of someone we all know and love.. mister Michael Jackson! That's right, boys and girls. Pammy personifies the phrase "dumb blonde" I may be 'ugly' or whatever, but at least I have moderate intelligence. Little miss Paulshock seems to have misplaced her grammar school teachings. She also seems.. not to know me what soever. I may be somewhat of a massacist.. but I'm much more of a sadist than anything. So.. on Retribution, she'll have alot of my wonderful little pain giving moves to deal with. Wait no.. that might mess up her hair. Oh my god! She just might break a nail! Make her nose bleed? No, of course not! We can't have anything out of order at all. 'Oh gosh, I'm in need of a manicure!' We wouldn't want Pammy to be ugly, would we? No. Oops, too late, already happened. I wonder.. does she really have herself convinced she's the 'best diva here'? I see no attributes of hers to back that statement up. She's a retarded model, who doesn't know a damned thing about wrestling. All in all, she's in a place where she doesn't belong. Compared to her, I'm a damned goddess. Go back to modeling, honey! You can't get injured there! Unless of course you happen to trip on one of your damned high heels. Have a nice fall.
Who next?

[-x "The Interviewer Person" Michael Cole x-]
Sable?

Former Mrs. Mero..okay..
Aww.. she seems to be somewhat upset. She seems to have lost last week. Poor thing. Take her anger out on me? As the Marilyn Manson song goes.. "take your hatred out on me.. make your victim my head.. you never ever believed in me.. I am your tourniquet." Oh. What a horrid ordeal! Her life must be so damned difficult. I'm sure. She seems to think she has this 'master wit'. Team Losers as compared to team Sable-licious? Yes, that's wondrously funny. Can't you tell? Ha..ha.... ha. This woman, like Pammy, is quite retarded. I wonder, did they both have trouble in school? Did they flunk the 2nd grade like 5 times? Did they even graduate high school on time? Probably when Pammy was 23 and Rena was 21. She has as much wrestling ability as a pear. No wait I give the pear more credit.. it's more of an insult to the fruit itself. Poor wittle Sable. Go drown in a bucket of water, wildcat.

[-x "The Riotous One" Riot x-]
Now Miss Jackie!

[-x "The Scream Queen" Daffney Unger x-]
The bottom of the barrel, Miss Jackie Gayda. Congratulations for the fluke of the win. A win nonetheless. I predicted this woman would win last week, and that she did. All thanks to fuckin' KAMALA.. Blah. I have nothing to say in regards to miss Jackie.. except.. uh.. DIE!! Lisa Frank model.

..((Daffney pouts her lips slightly and crosses her arms. Riot pats her on the head, only to get a snap in return. Riot quickly retracts her hand))..

[-x "The Interviewer Person" Michael Cole x-]
What about all the divas together? You know.. as a team?

[-x "The Scream Queen" Daffney Unger x-]
Oh fine, if you insist!
Retribution will be a day of knowing, and accepting. The other team will know, and will accept, a loss on their side. They will know that they lost AND THEY WILL ACCEPT IT! Though, they'll probably start bitching and complaining, theen it'll come to them. But soon! They shall all know that.. the.. tag team of.. Nidia, Stephanie.. and.. of course, Daffney! Though Stephanie and I may dislike each other, we've come to some mutual understanding. I won't let her down, she won't let me down.. etc. The same with Nidia. Either way.. we're some.. unstoppable combo! Order us now outta Pizza Hut! No wait.. that's not it. Assuming Kamala nor Bastion Booger interfere, this will no doubtedly be a win for my team. Then after this, who knows? Will I go on to be a .. uh.. champion?! Probably not, but I can always try! But that's not till later, as we're focused on the now. The present. Jackie, Sable, and Pammy will undoubtedly know by the end of the night that I'm not just an ugly diva. That Stephanie's not just a princess, and Nidia's not just a trailer park diva. Oy.. I'm now forgetting my first rule. Neeever underestimate your opponents, right? What the hell is there to underestimate? Moronic blondes! Oh.. yeah.. that's really something to be afraid of.
Sorry ladies, I do not fear hair dye. It'll take a tiid bit more than bleach to the brain to actually present a threat. Be a challenge, if you will. I'm sorry, I'm acting like a prima donna. I shouldn't. But honestly!.. Okay. I'll stop there. I think I've said my opinions on things, and we'll just leave it at that. Toodles, ladies. Enjoy your evening!
Now you, fuck off!

..((Daffney points at Michael Cole, who only shrugs. He gets up as though he were offended, then leaves. Daffney watches him leave, as if it were something to do. A person screaming comes running down the hall, a cup full of something in his hand))..

[-x Man with Cup x-]
EVIL SHALT BE VANQUISHED!

..((The man comes up and splashes his 'holy water' in Daffney's face. She only takes the hit, then wipes at her now dripping mascara. Daffney looks at her finger then at the person))..

[-x "The Scream Queen" Daffney Unger x-]
What the hell? Oh.. ow.. that hurt. Dieses wirklich verletzt. Wirklich.

..((Daffney purses her lips and kicks the guy in the nose. He falls over backwards, bleeding. She looks over at Riot, who only tries not to laugh))..

[-x "The Scream Queen" Daffney Unger x-]
Do you have what I asked you for?

[-x "The Riotous One" Riot x-]
Yeah yeah yeah I got it.

..((Riot reaches into her pocket and pulls out a Snickers bar. Daffney takes it and looks at it for a moment))..

[-x "The Scream Queen" Daffney Unger x-]
Yep.. now I'm ready.

..((The scene fades to black))..