The Doctor was at a bar in Los Angeles, sipping on a small glass of water.
"Hey bowtie, what's wrong?" a busty blonde American bartender asked.
"Nothing." He told her, trying to shoo her away. She was wearing a leather jacket, a gray tank, motorcycle boots and tight black pants.
"Yeeah, says the swollen eyes and downcast voice. Now, sweetheart, tell me your name."
"John Smith."
"I can tell when people lie, tell me the one you go by normally."
"The Doctor." he replied.
"Now what is your problem?" she asked,
"I lost two good friends." he said, gritting his teeth in sadness.
" Well that sucks. Anything else?" she said, her accent starting to turn into a cockney accent.
"No..." he said.
"Whatever ya say, Doctor."
" What's your name?" the Doctor asked.
"Belladonna Tyler." she said, her accent changing to American again. " My mother was Rose."
" Your mother was WHO?!" He spit out his water. Paralyzer by Finger Eleven came on in the bar.
"Come dance with me, pretty!" She looked back at him and winked. He couldn't decide whether to or not until he was dragged out there by her.
"Can you dance?" She lifted her hands above her head and shook her hips to the beat.
"Uhh... no. Well not to this kind of music." He said.
"Well follow along."
She got really close to him and he wanted to run as far away as he could, but he couldn't move. He started to move along with her awkwardly.
"Well I'm not paralyzed, I seem to be stuck by you.." She sung.
The Doctor was in a daze. He kept dancing and getting less awkward. Belladonna threw her coat off and kept dancing. The Doctor was starting to go numb. He was slowly going unconscious.
"Now you see why my name is Belladonna, pretty boy." she said to him, her voice sickly sweet. He fell to the ground, knocked out.