SCENE 00: THE FORWARD

Sugar + Psycho = Not good..

Colors: Daffney, Dr. Stevie, JB

SCENE 01: GOD HELP US ALL..

Inside. Inside is a good place to be, especially on a day like today, with the rain coming down in sheets. This sort of weather isn't even fit for the ducks. One could go swimming in a single puddle at this point. Unfortunately, for the more.. active people, inside is quite the wrong place to be. There's walls to bounce off of, sugar to fuel them, people to annoy, and halls to run rampant through. This sort of thing should be highly discouraged if you employ such active people such as Mickie James, Hornswaggle, and..

"WHEEEE!!" An energetic laugh echoed down the halls following the scream, clearly coming from a female who's had faaaar too much sugar. Clunky boots are heard skipping down the hall, attached to a person who's obviously no better than a five year old. As the person comes around the corner, we see that she's clad in a skintight catsuit, a red and black corset, and black wrestling boots with thick rubber soles. Her makeup is very gothic in nature: thick black rings around her eyes with red and green paint smeared clear to her hairline, along with dark red lipstick also ringed with thick black liner. Her long, dark hair hangs nearly ruler straight and down to her shoulderblades, wet with the still heavily falling rain. It's nearly impossible to tell what color it is, but a good guess with the help of the lights would be a dark red, almost mahogany brown. All of this in one package sums up just one person to the average wrestling fan: Daffney.

Yes, it would seem that the woman known to most as The Scream Queen has shown up here in WDW.. and she's incredibly hyped up on sugar with nowhere to go at the moment. This spells bad news to anyone she may run into.. including the man who currently follows her at an arm's length. Standing at least six feet tall, wearing a light maroon colored medical top and black slacks, with his long and slightly curled dark brown hair pulled back into an extreme ponytail, is her psychiatrist, Dr. Stevie. With "Dr. Stevie PROFESSIONAL THERAPIST" embroidered onto the shirt, it's clear he's here in a purely professional manner.

As Daffney skips happily down the hall, the rainwater that's dripped from her outfit and hair begins piling up on the tiled floor. Another laugh escapes her throat but is cut off by a shriek of shock as she starts to slip, falling backwards. Thankfully, Dr. Stevie reacts in time and keeps her from cracking her head open on the floor. She grins up at him as she regains her balance, but a curious look comes over her face as she looks beyond the camera. Moving forward a few steps, she comes up behind someone and taps them on the back. "Hey." When she doesn't get an answer, she tries again. "Hey, you.." She squints her eyes. "Don't I know you from somewhere?"

The person, who we can see is a male, stands up and looks at her, making her squeal with delight. "EEEEE! I KNEW IT WAS YOU!" Flinging her arms around the person's neck, she makes them stumble backwards enough so we can see their face. Oh, poor poor JB.. he'll never escape now. "DOCTOR STEVIE! DOCTOR STEVIE, LOOK! IT'S JB!" "Yes, Daffney, I see him. Hello, JB.. how are you?" He pulls Daffney off of JB and lets him have a moment to collect himself before the interviewer answers. "I'm doing fine, Dr. Stevie, thank you.. and it's nice to see you too, Daffney. What brings you two to WDW?"

That question seems to have taken all of the air out of Daffney's sails as she looks at him with a 'are you kidding me?' expression. "JB.. how long have I known you?" "Quite a number of years, Daffney, why?" "How long have you been doing this?" "About ten years." "Then why.. of all the questions you could've asked me.. do you ask THE newbie question?" He blinks, his face showing that he has absolutely no idea what she's talking about. "Th-the newbie question, Daffney? I.. don't think I know what you're getting at." "The newbie question, JB! The newbie question to end all newbie questions!" "What question might that be?" She sighs. Obviously this is frustrating her. She puts on a mocking tone as she repeats said newbie question. "What brings you two to WDW?" She drops the tone, going back to her normal voice. "Really, JB.. I thought you'd know better by now!"

"I'm sorry, Daffney.. I'll, um, I'll try to do better next time." "I certainly hope so! Yeesh.. you need better material." Her face brightens up. "OOH! I got it! Let ME write your questions!" JB seems very unsure about this by the look on his face. "Please?! It'll be awesome! Then you'll actually have good questions! Like 'Where's your favorite place to go after work?' It'll throw people off and make them go 'Why are you asking me that? Shouldn't you be asking about my match?' Then you'll be all 'Yeah, but this is more fun.' That way, they'll be so confused about your new material, they'll be unfocused for thier matches! Isn't that awesome?!" JB, still confused, looks at Dr. Stevie, who shakes his head no, mouthing the words 'It's the sugar'.

"Yeah, um.. I'll be sure to let you know when I'm out of questions, okay? But be thinking of some good ones.. write them down and give them to Dr. Stevie when you go to your sessions." "Okay!" Patting Daffney on the shoulder, Dr. Stevie gets her attention. "Daffney, why don't we go see where your locker room is, okay? You'll need somewhere to change if they want to use you tonight." "YES!" She smiles brightly at JB before bouncing and racing down the hall, leaving Dr. Stevie there. "To answer your question, Ric Flair, for some ungodly reason, signed her this past weekend. She's here to compete." Patting JB firmly on the shoulder, he goes to catch up with Daffney, who's probably two halls away by now. "Good seeing you again, JB. Nice to know you still have a job." "Yeah.. yeah, you too, Dr. Stevie.. and good luck!" Just before the cameras are shut off, he mutters something under his breath. "Looks like you'll be needing it."