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Date Posted：07/24/2016 16:46 PMCopy HTML
“JASON! JAAAASON!”
Psyche Devyne is running through the different rooms in the hotel they were staying in, looking around frantically. Jason’s head popped up from where he was lounging on a couch.
Jason: “What?”
She practically slid into the room after hearing his voice.
Psyche: “Icarus nibbled a hole out of his cage. He’s gone. He’s somewhere in the house!”
Jason: “Ugh, that rat is roaming around the hotel? What the fuck!?”
He slid his body up on the couch, looking around the floor.
Psyche: “Shut up, Jason! I’m seriously worried. What if he get’s out somewhere? He’ll be gone forever!”
Jason shrugged, still scanning the area. Psyche sighed heavily and started looking around the apartment again.
Psyche: “Bloody hell, Icarus! Where are you? Help me, Jason!”
Jason: “Yeah, yeah…”
He got up off the couch for a moment, spinning in one spot, ‘looking’ for Icarus. He then shrugged and sat back on the couch. He pulled a spliff from behind his ear and shoved it in his mouth, lighting it. He reached a hand over, opening the window a crack to let in some air.
Psyche: “Anything?”
Jason: “Nothing yet.”
You could hear Psyche’s feet slapping on the floor as she ran around the house, looking wherever she could for the small sugar glider. Jason stayed exactly where he planted himself on the couch. After a few more moments, Psyche came back into the room Cashe was in. She turned her eyes on him, cutting daggers at him.
Psyche: “Are you fucking kidding me?”
Jason: “What!”
Jason looked at Psyche, shrugging again. Psyche’s eyes widened a second later, eyes moved to the window.
Psyche: “Jason! The window!”
His head turned, seeing the white animal right on the windowsill, nibbling a hole in the screen big enough to fit through. Instinctively, Cashe shot his hand out, going to grab Icarus, but he was too late. He already jumped out the window to his… freedom.
Psyche: “No! NO! Fuck, fuck, fuck!”
She ran to the window, opening it all the way and trying to see past the screen.
Psyche: “I can’t see him!”
Jason: “We’re gunna have to pay for that screen. That stupid rat just cost us more money than he was even worth.”
Psyche: “Shut up! Why’d you open the window!”
Jason: “I was smoking! You think I’m gunna just let this shit linger? Can’t very well hot box a hotel room, lady.”
Psyche rolled her eyes to herself, still trying to see Icarus.
Jason: “You know he’s gunna become eagle poop or something, right?”
Her head shot towards his, the look she gave him full of anger. She got up and moved closer to him. Her hand balled into a fist and within seconds was connected with his jaw. After taking the punch, his eyes widened as he brought a hand up to massage his jaw.
Jason: “What the fuck!?”
Psyche: “This is all your fault!”
Jason: “I didn’t… mean to. Mostly.”
Psyche: “Fucking dick.”
Jason turned his head to the window just as a little white furball crawled back in through the hole. How Icarus was still there is a mystery, but he got back in.
Jason: “Wait, there he is!”
Psyche: “Icarus!”
She went to get the animal, but he scurried away before she could catch him.
Psyche: “Jesus on a fucking crutch!”
She chased after him, trying to get him. Suddenly, a knock was heard at the door. A voice came from the other side.
Voice: “Room service! I have your lunch!”
The doorknob turned and the door swung open, the bellboy standing at the door with a metal serving tray propped on his hand and shoulder. Fucker didn’t even wait for an answer.
Psyche: “NO!”
She watched in horror as Icarus went for the door. The bellboy saw a little furball scurry towards him and he panicked. Jason stood up from the couch, getting a better look.
Bellboy: “Shit!”
He started stomping around, not knowing where to step. The heavy tray on his shoulder got to be too much. He dropped it on the ground behind him. To make matters worse, he stepped backwards onto the tray, tripping on it and falling backwards. The unfortunate part? Icarus was in the wrong place at the wrong time. The tray landed on him. To make matters worse, the trip put the rest of the pressure on the poor creature.
Jason: “Daaaaaamn! I just heard a pop!”
Psyche stared at the tray and food all over the floor. She could see a small stain of blood come from the edge of the tray. Tears welled up in her eyes.
Psyche: “Icarus…”
Bellboy: “Oh my god! No, no, no! I’m so sorry! Holy crap! I didn’t mean to! What was that? Please tell me that wasn’t a pet…”
Psyche glared at the kid.
Psyche: “Fucking murderer...”
Bellboy: “Oh god dammnit! I’m fired for sure! Dude! I’m so sorry!”
He looked up at Jason, who was smiling and nodding from behind Psyche’s back. He raised a hand, giving the kid a thumbs up. The bellboy looked confused.
Jason: “Just get out of here, kid. She’ll rip your flesh off your body with her teeth if you don’t go. And I ain’t talking about the rat. Leave the food.”
The kid nodded and got up from the floor, rushing to the elevator. Psyche got on her knees, crawling closer to the tray. She put her hand out a bit in front of her, tears streaming from her face.
Psyche: “He killed my Icarus…”
Jason: “I know, lady. He’s a dirty murderer.”
Jason walked over to her, putting a hand on her back.
Jason: “How about I clean this shit up, yeah?”
Psyche: “We need to have a funeral.”
She turned her head to him, the sadness clear in her face.
Jason: “Uhh… yeah… we can do that.”
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Psyche Devyne sits on a bench, unwrapping her hands after a workout. Her hair is up in a ponytail and she is wearing a black sportsbra and capri workout pants. A black punching bag is swaying slowly behind her. She looks up at a camera in her face and raises a brow.
Psyche: “They say everything happens for a reason. I’m here to get out a bit of steam after a small ordeal that I went through. Plus… it’s a good idea to make sure I’m ready for my match this week. But why do I say everything happens for a reason? Because it does. I’m here for a reason, yeah? I was put into this match for a reason. What the reason is, I’m not sure yet. But there’s a reason. Maybe because management wanted to give Bryce a second chance after the brutal beating he received on the last show. Or maybe they thought I’d do well in a match with people I don’t really know. Or to see how much of a trainwreck it’ll be. Either way, it’s for a reason. And for me to go into this match with confidence is for a reason. Let me break it down.”
Psyche smiles at the camera, tossing the tape to the side and working on her other hand.
Psyche: “I’ve already met one of the members of Black Wall Street in the ring. As you all saw, I demolished him. In record time, I might add. Honestly… does anyone even think there’s a possibility he could come back from that? A woman half his size wiped the bloody floor with him. That’s pathetic. And if these other guys are anything like Bryce, which I assume is the case, since they run around with this guy in their little group even after his excruciating loss, then this match will be an easy one. These guys are going up against three extremely strong women. They don’t even have a chance.”
She smirks now, standing up from the bench she had been sitting on. She walks towards some weights, picking up two and holding them out in front of her. She began to do some squats, keeping her arms straight.
Psyche: “We’re professional wrestlers. We face men all the time. I know most men overlook us for that fact. But we’re powerful. We know how to win. We’re not here just to look pretty. We’re here to kick some ass. Even Jason Cashe could tell you I’m nothing to fuck with. Whisper is a veteran. She’s been in this business for a long time. She’s seen a lot. Don’t you think she’d know how to kick some ass in the ring? I’ve seen Tanja’s work in the Bayou. The girl has some moves. She’ll surprised you. And me? I’m the skinny chick people underestimate constantly. Until I beat them."
She switches her moves throughout the workout she is doing.
Psyche: “You guys will lose. You will fail. And there is no amount of money that will ever get us to back down. It’s actually rather sad you pay people to step down from matches against you. Are all of you such big pussies that you can’t even fight people without trying to pay them off? Scared as all hell. I can’t wait to have all three of you laying in the center of the ring after we beat you down. That’ll be a sight to see.”
She puts the weights away and stands in front of the camera now.
Psyche: “I’ll see you boys soon, yeah? I’ll be the one holding my hands up in the air with two other women, even one who can’t play well with others. And if a dysfunctional threesome can beat you… you may want to reconsider your time in 4CW…”
She brought a hand up, kissing her finger tips and putting her palm up flat, blowing the kiss at the camera.
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That night, Psyche and Jason went to a park. Psyche held a box with the little body of her pet inside. A small hole had been dug up by Jason.
Jason: “I still don’t see why we couldn’t just cremate it. I could have even done it myself.”
Psyche: “Shut up. He deserves a proper burial.”
Jason shrugged. He really only used the shovel twice to bring up a small amount of dirt for this burial. Psyche got on her knees, placing the box in the hole. She took a handful of dirt and held it over the box.
Psyche: “Icarus was the best sugar glider in the world. He was so precious. I loved him so much. In our short time together, I could tell he was happy. And he made me happy. But his life was cut short by the murderous tendencies of teenage clumsiness. Fucking bellboy. Anyways… I love you, Icarus. I always dreamed of having a sugar glider. You turned that dream into reality, even if it was short. I’ll miss you.”
She turned her hand, letting dirt roll from her hand and fall onto the box. She rubbed her hands together quickly, getting the excess dirt off of them. Jason used the shovel to put the rest of the dirt over the resting place of Psyche’s pet. He stuck the shovel in the dirt and turned to Psyche, grabbing her and pulling her into a tight hug.
Jason: “How about we go get some food, huh? I know some decent places around here that sell grilled rat.”
She pushed him away from her and shoved him away.
Psyche: “You’re such a prick!”
Jason laughed.
Jason: “I’m just messing with you, lady. Let me take you out for a nice dinner, huh? Some good eats will make you feel better.”
He grabbed the shovel and then went to wrap his around around Psyche’s shoulder. At first she didn’t want the side hug, but she eventually let it happen. The two left the park, Psyche silently saying goodbye to her pet one last time. |
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