Have you ever been so angry that you just need to destroy something? Maybe that thing you want to destroy is some fine China or a window. Anything that will make you feel better. Anything that will make you feel like you get to determine the fate of something else.

You could destroy these small things… or you could destroy something bigger. Like a car. That is exactly what Psyche Devyne was planning to do. And that is where the scene starts.

Psyche is standing in an old junkyard, looking at an old, beat up black car. She has on her street clothes; a pair of jeans and a blue pullover. She is holding onto a sledgehammer, the heavier end sitting on the ground beside her. She is eyeing the car, trying to decide her first plan of action. She drags the tool behind her as she circles the car. She then smiles to herself and picks the sledgehammer up, resting it on her shoulder. She stops at the passenger side window and grips the hammer with both hands. As if in slow motion, she swings it, smashing through the window. She let’s out a bit of a yell as she let’s out a bit of her aggression.

Psyche: “This is for the bullshit you said about me!”

She says it to the car, as if it is a person that she is attacking instead. She takes the tool to the door of the car, making a huge dent in the side.

Psyche: “And this is for leaving me!”

She swings another time, breaking the mirror off of the side of the car.

Psyche: “And that? That was for taking the thing that I wanted!”

She swings at the back seat window, breaking that one as well. She turns towards the camera, looking into it as if staring at whoever may be watching.

Psyche: “You know, Sol… Can I call you Sol? I don’t really care, much. You, my dear, are coming into this place way over your head. Way more over your head than you even think. You’re coming in as a little sister to someone. Coming from a background that doesn’t relate to wrestling in any way. I came into this place as someone who had trained for years under some rather extreme people, yet I even underestimated the amount of talent there was here. I was completely out of my element when I started here. And that’s coming from someone who has been working on my skills for a long time. You are just the little sister of someone who wants to ‘give it a try’. It just doesn’t work like that, love. You don’t just come in here and suddenly have all the skills you need to be the best in this business. You’re not even close, love.”

She swings the sledgehammer again, smashing the back end of the car. She leaves another dent in the metal.

Psyche: “If anything, you’re a burden on your brothers. You’re a liability in this business. To your brothers and to anyone you face. You have no experience in this place. Your experience is based off of what you have seen from your brothers. It is based off of the happiness your brother gets from being here. Do you think his happiness here is just going to simply rub off on you and will automatically make you enjoy what we do here? Do you think his talent will rub off on you too? It doesn’t work like that, love. You’re a bloody surgeon. And apparently a physician as well. Do you think that’s going to help you? Do you think it’s going to bloody save you?”

She swings her weapon again, smashing out the back light with a large amount of force. She shakes her head after the swing, looking back to the camera for a moment.

Psyche: “You think people actually remember who you are and are impressed with the stuff you’ve done? Sweetheart, I don’t even bloody remember you! I don’t even remember hearing about you in a match or even seeing you in one! You are so irrelevant, it actually makes me nauseated.”

She swings her item again, slamming it into the other rear light. Tiny pieces flew from the spot, dropping to the ground.

Psyche: “I don’t care if your brother comes to save you!”

A swing.

Psyche: “I don’t care if he doesn’t.”

Another swing.

Psyche: “I don’t care if he… Fucking.”

Swing.

Psyche: “Tries to.”

Swing.

Psyche: “Kill me!”

Swing. Swing. Swing.

She drops the sledgehammer to the ground beside her. Still holding the handle.

Psyche: “You don’t scare me. Neither does he. He comes to save you, I bash in his bloody head. You end up being alone the whole match, I bash your head in. Either way, I’ll be the winner. Your intelligence isn’t going to help you in this match. It won’t do a thing for you, honestly. You basically said the same thing over again in your promos. Both times, there wasn’t a hint of extreme intelligence that I saw. What I heard more, is someone trying to impress the people watching her. Someone trying to show off the few big words that she knows. Sweetheart… I don’t bloody care what grades you got. I don’t care that you did well in uni and other things. Your resume doesn’t impress me.”

She smashes in the back window, glass smashing onto the car. She smirks again.

Psyche: “I have had some impressive weeks here in Boardwalk. What I did… that’s something impressive. I pushed myself from the bottom and crawled my way up to where I am now. Do you really think you can compete with that? Do you really think you’ll come in here and show me up? I really don’t think so, love.”

She swings at the car, hitting the driver side window in.

Psyche: “I may have remained quiet all week. But that was only because I had more important things to think about than you. You didn’t even cross my mind until now. That’s how bloody insignificant you are to me.”

She breaks the right side light.

Psyche: “I’m stronger than you, love. I’m better than you. I’m faster than you. I know more about this business than you. I know wrestling. You know what your brother tells you. You know someone else’s happiness. You feed off of someone else’s happiness and abilities. You bring nothing to the table. You’re just a waste of time.”

She hits the left side light.

Psyche: “You’re completely bland and have no importance in this place. You’re a wannabe wrestler. You’ll always just be “the little sister.” Go back to your normal job, love. You’re not going to make it here. When I’m done with you, you’ll need one of your coworkers to get you back together. Might want to befriend a psychologist too… because you won’t be right in the head again.”

She jumps on the hood of the car, dragging the sledgehammer up behind her. She grips it again with two hands and positions herself on the hood of the car. She ready’s her swing and let’s go with awesome force. The window smashes, glass flying everywhere. She tosses the sledgehammer away from her where it dents the top of the car. She puts her hands on her hips, looking towards the camera.

Psyche: “I came out here today to let out my aggression. Came out to break something. I came out to end my frustrations. All I did was make them worse. All I did was light more of a fire inside of myself. You’re not looking at someone who is going to let you get away with whatever you want. I’m not going to make this easy. I’m not going to let you just waltz in here and become one of the best in here. You’re not even close to being that anyway. And what I’ve done here today made me realize that I just want to break more things. I want to destroy anything I can get my hands on. A newer car. Some cabinets. A ton of glass.”

She pauses, raising a brow.

Psyche: “Then again… I could just destroy a human instead.”

She smirks, jumping off the car. She leaves everything where it is, simply walking off screen. The scene fades to black.