SCENE 01: SORE LOSER.. OR READY TO RUMBLE?

As this week's scene opens, we're just outside Daffney's locker room, where a couple of WCW refs are standing on one side of the door, talking between themselves. The cameras can barely pick up what they're saying, but we can get the jist of it.

official one: "How long has she been going on like this?"

The other checks his watch then crosses his arms over his chest.

official two: "A couple of hours now. I really don't get what she's going on about. Everyone loses a match every now and again."

Just as he's said that, a television flies out of the open door leading to the room, smashing against the opposite wall and falling to the floor in peices. A yell is heard from the room, it's owner obviously very upset. From behind the guys, Dr. Stevie walks up.

dr. stevie: "One of you called me? You mentioned an emergency visit."

official two: "It was me. You're Daffney's therapist, right?"

dr. stevie: "I am. Why?"

official two: "She's gone completely batty. She's completely destroyed her room and is screaming at the top of her lungs. No official will dare get near her because they're afraid of getting attacked. Is there anything you can do? If not, we'll have to call the cops. She's destroying private property."

dr. stevie: "No, no.. you won't have to call the cops. I'll handle it. Thank you for calling me."

Dr. Stevie goes into the room just before the matching remote to the television outside in the hallway is thrown past him. It's now that we see Daffney, and she looks livid. She is clearly pissed off for some reason, but what that reason is isn't clear at the moment.

dr. stevie: "Daffney.. Daffney, I need you to calm down at least a little bit and tell me what's going on. You know I'm here to help you.. let me do that."

daffney: "I can't believe I lost to that TWIG! It's WRONG, Dr. Stevie! Wrong! I should've won and you know it! I was ready for her and I lost! Leading lady, my ASS! Leading what? A team of horses that look just like her down a parade route?! And she played this 'Do you know who I am' crap, too! Yeah, we know who you are.. a fuckin' pogo stick that can't wrestle or do interviews to save her life!"

dr. stevie: "I know it was wrong, Daffney. You should've won against her by all rights, but apparently she knew something you didn't. It's alright, though. You'll get your revenge this week."

daffney: "Knew something I didn't? NO. You know what she did? She probably screwed the ref.. LITERALLY! A good screw goes a long way these days apparently. You know what else?! She had the GALL to say that I'm a freak! She should take a look in the mirror sometime.. SHE'S the freak! She's morbidly skinny, insanely stupid due to the bleach she uses on her hair, and her voice belongs in some random sixteen year old cheerleader! Has she even HEARD of puberty?! At least I age! She's stuck at fifteen!"

Apparently she hasn't heard a word Dr. Stevie's said, so he tries again.

dr. stevie: "Daffney.. did you even hear who you're against for this week yet?"

daffney: "Yeah.."

dr. stevie: "Good.. who?"

daffney: "King Kong."

King Kong? Wait.. she couldn't mean the gorilla from the movie, right?

dr. stevie: "King Kong?" He pauses. "You mean Awesome Kong?"

daffney: "King Kong, Awesome Kong.. they all seem to be in the same family. Huge muscles, a lot of grunting, bad attitudes, and too much hair. She could pass for King Kong if she tried. All she needs to do is go apeshit and climb a building to swat at planes just before she dies."

dr. stevie: "Focus, Daffney. Are there any stipulations?"

daffney: "Yeah.."

dr. stevie: "What are they?"

daffney: "Hardcore match."

At the mentioning of this, a hint of a smile comes across her face. Instead of it's usual perky brightness, it seems rather.. cold.. evil. It would seem that this sort of match is right up her alley. A psycho in a hardcore match.. this can't be good.

dr. stevie: "Did you say a hardcore match?"

She walks up to him, her face only inches from his, strands of her long hair sticking to it in places.

daffney: "Yep."

Going past him, she shoves the door to the room rather violently, letting it slam shut before she goes to flop onto the couch. She takes up nearly the whole thing and casually drapes her arm over the back of it. Looking up at Dr. Stevie, she seems to have calmed down after her screaming session.

dr. stevie: "This is good, Daffney. This is very good."

daffney: "How is it 'very good'?"

dr. stevie: "I happen to have training in this sort of stipulation. In fact, I welcome pain. I love to be in pain. It fuels me.. it makes me want to keep going if I know I'm going to get more of it. I can help you with this, Daffney."

She simply looks up at him, her expression disbelieving and maybe a bit confused.

daffney: "You.. can help me.. learn how to welcome pain?"

dr. stevie: "Yes.. in fact, let's go on a little trip. Right now. Come on.. get up and follow me."

daffney: "Alright.. if you think this'll help me.."

dr. stevie: "It will.. have I ever steered you wrong, Daffney?"

daffney: "No.."

dr. stevie: "Good.. so come on. The sooner we get started, the sooner you'll understand."

As Daffney gets up off of the couch and follows him out of the room, the scene fades to black. Lord knows what Dr. Stevie has in mind, but if his sessions with Abyss are any indication, it can't be good.

SCENE 02: SO NOT FAIR.. BUT IT'S FUN.

As the final scene opens, we're now inside an empty gym, where Dr. Stevie and Daffney are standing at the end of two long rows of wrestlers, either former, current, or in training. Each one has a weapon of some sort, from barbwire covered bats to steel chairs to trashcans and trashcan lids. A couple even have street signs and metal pipes. Either way, they're ready for whatever it is they're supposed to be doing. Turning to Daffney, Dr. Stevie explains to her why they're there.

dr. stevie: "Daffney, I brought you here for a reason. See how everyone has a weapon?"

daffney: "Yeah, everyone but me.."

dr. stevie: "Well you don't get to have one for this particular game."

daffney: "Why not? That hardly seems fair."

dr. stevie: "We're here to teach you how to deal with the pain, not put others in it. Now pay attention. When I tell you to, you will run down this space between them as they hit you wherever they can as hard as they can. It's a gauntlet of sorts. When you get done, come back here and we'll do it again and again until you no longer feel pain. Understand?"

daffney: "Yeah, I understand.. I understand I don't get a weapon."

dr. stevie: "You'll get one during the match Monday. Now get ready."

Daffney nods and adopts a stance as if she were going to run a foot race. The men in the gauntlet ready themselves as well just before Dr. Stevie gives Daffney the signal to begin. As she reaches the third pair, the guy on her left waylays her with a barbwire covered bat in the back, making her stop and grab the bat, ignoring the way the barbs bite into the skin of her hands. Jerking it out of his hands, she turns it around and waylays him with it in return.

daffney: "That fuckin hurt, you moron! Try it again, and I'll kick your ass!"

She growls at him before turning and preparing to hit the guy on her right with it. Dr. Stevie, seeing that she hasn't listened a bit, goes up behind her and jerks the bat out of her hands.

dr. stevie: "What did I tell you, Daffney? You don't get a weapon. You have to ignore them. Now go back and let's try this again."

Muttering the whole way about unfairness, she goes back to where she started, waiting on Dr. Stevie before she takes her running stance again. After Dr. Stevie gives her the signal, she starts running through the gauntlet again as the scene fades out. Moments later, the scene fades back in, the two lines broken up into a ring surrounding Daffney, who now has a weapon. Dr. Stevie is outside the circle, giving his orders as usual.

dr. stevie: "Since that other method didn't work so well, this is plan B. These guys are going to come at you with their weapons, wanting to beat you down. You, with your own weapon, will fight them off as best as you can. Got it?"

daffney: "Yep.. bring em on."

Dr. Stevie gives the signal and the men move forward, attacking Daffney with all they've got. Daffney, always ready for a fight - especially a violent one - fights back with both her weapon and her body, kicking, punching, and swinging her metal pipe. As it connects with a few heads, torsos, and backs, she continues fighting, not stopping until all of them are laying on the floor, groaning in pain. Looking rather proud of herself, she stops, breathing heavily. She's bleeding in places and most likely bruised as well, but otherwise seems ready for another fight.

dr. stevie: "Good job, Daffney.. very good job. We'll let them recover and do it again. You need to be ready for Kong, and this will help you. With this sort of energy that you have, I have no doubts that you'll be done with her in no time."

daffney: "The gorrilla's goin' down and there isn't a damn thing she can do about it. I'll make sure of that."

dr. stevie: "Good. Now get some water and we'll start again in a few minutes."

Not letting go of her weapon, she goes over to the water dispenser and gets a cup of water as the scene fades. Will she indeed win over Kong this week or will Daffney be handed her second loss? Everyone will find out on Monday.. including Daffney.