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From：Canada
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Date Posted：07/24/2016 16:10 PMCopy HTML
The drive from San Diego to Canada was a long one. Even longer when Jason Cashe is the driver. The amount of stops the man would make were quite ridiculous. He had to see everything. Thankfully, they were in no rush. They had nothing to get back to, really. More than enough time before shows. Psyche sat in the short bus, waiting for Jason to get back in. He had stopped kind of in the middle of the road to run into a couple shops. The last she saw him go into was a random store. She hadn’t paid enough attention to the name or what kind of store it was. She was too busy playing candy crush.
Finally, Jason returned to the bus, bags heard rustling as he got into the front seat. Psyche turned her head to look at him. On his lap was a large black cage and plastic bags filled with random stuff. Inside the cage was a small cardboard box. Psyche raised a brow, looking at what he had.
Psyche: “What the hell is that?”
Jason: “What?”
Psyche: “The cage… the box… the bags. What is that?”
Jason: “A present. You have to open it.”
Psyche: “Was there a pet store here? I didn’t even see you go in. Is it a bird? Don’t tell me it’s a bird… Ugh.”
He moved the bags, putting them behind his seat. He turned the cage so that Psyche could open the front door part. She pulled out the cardboard box, opening it up. She peered inside and then quickly closed it. Her eyes shot up to look at Jason, wide as ever.
Psyche: “Is that what I think it is?!”
The excitement in her voice said everything. She opened the box again and stuck her hand in. She grabbed the small creature from the box, bringing it up to her face. In her hands was a small, pure white sugar glider. Only a couple months old. Her eyes lit up as she stared at the tiny face.
Psyche: “I can’t believe this. He’s for me? He’s mine? I can keep him!?”
Jason laughed, nodding.
Jason: “You got it, Lady Bug. It was either that or some actual lady bugs. But I remember you mentioning those creepy things...”
He shudders as he kind of points at the sugar glider. Psy ignores it.
Psyche: “This is amazing! Thank you so much!! He’s amazing. You’re bloody fantastic, love.”
She leaned her body to Jason, going in for a quick peck on the lips. Jason smiled after, enjoying her excitement. He knew she’d love it.
Jason: “So… Whatchya gunna call him?”
She continued to stare at the creature, a huge smile on her face. She was reminded of the flying squirrel from one of her favourite movies as a child. Little Nemo. The little boy had a pet flying squirrel called Icarus. And that’s what she’d call her new pet.
Psyche: “Icarus… He's called Icarus.”
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“What is Chivalry? Bravery, skill, loyalty, courtesy… all things that would define a proper knight. All things I try to portray on my own. Bravery to go up against even the most difficult opponents in the ring. Skill to win my matches and prove my worth. Loyalty to those who have helped me through the years and to my friends. And courtesy towards those who I come across. All these and more are what make me who I am. And they are what make me the perfect person to hold this title. Chivalry is not for the greedy. Not for the unlucky. Nor is it for those with bloodlust. You must earn this title. And I have done just that.”
Psyche stood in a room, staring at a camera. She wore a pair of jeans and a black tank top, hair pulled into a tight ponytail. Around her waist was the Chivalry Title. She smiled slightly as she began to speak again.
“I face one of my greatest challenges yet. I go up against three other challengers for the first title I have ever held. This is a defining moment for me. This is the time that I prove what I can do. I can prove that there is a reason I won this title in the first place. I have all the determination in the world to keep this title around my waist. This is mine now. And I will do anything in my power to keep it that way. But I have three others who want to take it from me.”
She places a hand against the front of the title.
“Now… let us first dive into the woman I took on at the last Uprising event. Persephone. Why you’ve already got a second chance at this title is absolutely beyond me. Haven’t you already proved your lack of worth against me? Lack of worth in this ring at all? At this point, we are one for one. You’ve beat me before, and I have beaten you. But the difference is time. The difference is change. The difference… is me. You’ve stayed the same as you were back then. You claim to have changed from the bratty girl you once were, but I see different, judging from the constant hissy fits we all see in your videos. Little damaged and wronged Persephone. But… oh no… you’ve changed. You’re all finished with being taken completely by the money, yeah?”
She rolls her eyes; clearly sarcastic about the ‘changes’ Persephone has gone through.
“I mean, you lost the match from your own misjudgment. Forgetfulness. Cockiness. Crucial things that needed to be done to win that match, and you didn’t even realize it. But of course you won’t take responsibility for your own mistakes. Instead, you blame your failures on others and claim some farfetched story that someone was paid off? Please. Next time, remember to keep your bloody shoulders up, rotter.”
She shakes her head as she readjusts the title around her waist.
“You’re ignorant and childish. Someone that doesn’t deserve the things you’ve had. Doesn’t deserve the chances you’ve been given. But yet… here we are. Persephone Marquis snakes her way into yet another match for MY Chivalry title. You shouldn’t have even gotten the first match, to be quite honest. You continue to fail each and every week. Nothing has changed. Nothing will change. I’m sorry to say this, Persephone, but it’s over. Move… the fuck… on.”
She brings her hand up, waving off Persephone as if she was there.
“Now Thirteen is a bit of a different story, yeah? The unlucky one. And it has shown against me already. The only time we’ve met in the ring was for the battle royal. And you showed your lack of luck when I won that match. Even in that setting, I’ve already beat you. The only luck I’ve seen so far was your match with Hawk… and that ended in a draw. I can only see it as a win solely for the fact that you both advanced to meet me for this title.”
Psyche shrugs.
“My dear, to me, you’re on about the same level as Persephone. But only for the fact that your luck continues to take the best of you. Luck would have been beating Hawk and leaving him out of this match. But you’ve failed in doing that. How do you expect to win against three other people now? Admittedly, you were the second longest person in the battle royal with myself. And I was impressed by it, but you fell short. Honestly, I see the same thing happening again at Panic at Capital City. Thirteen can be seen in two ways. Unlucky or lucky. But you truly have taken on the unlucky side of it. And when you get into that ring, you’ll be wishing you had just let Hawk win.”
She smirks. Suddenly, a small white head pops out from the top left side of Psyche’s tank top. Her new Sugar Glider, Icarus, moves from the warmth of the inside of her shirt and he perches on her shoulder for the remainder of the recording.
“Devin, Devin, Devin. The very last of my opponents. And the only one I am truly concerned about. We both came from the same place. BCW. But I was on my way out before you had stepped in. But I heard the stories. I heard about the things you had done. About those you… played with. When I heard that you were going to possibly be the person I’d face for this title, I will admit that I was scared. Intimidated. You are talked of so highly. Devin Hawk. The big, bad wolf.”
She raised her arm, moving it from one side to the other as she said the last words. As if she was seeing his name in lights.
“But then I realized… All this intimidation… for what? The sick and twisted man that everyone sees? Just like everyone else these days. You see red in front of you. You see blood and you go right for it. Like a shark searching for its prey. You put on a show. In the ring and in your promos. I used to watch them. I used to watch the ones you did for BCW. You impressed so many people with those promos, Devin. But looking at them now? I see right through them. You act as if you’re this badass with a fascination with death and blood. But you’re far from it. This isn’t BCW anymore, love. The people here are out for blood too, Devin. You don’t stick out as you used to. You’re just like… everyone else here. I adapted to these new kinds of places. These bigger, more challenging companies. From what I’ve seen, You’re still playing like a little boy in year one. Like a serial killer in his early years. Killing cats and small animals for fun. But everyone else? They’re already heading towards their third or fourth kills. I’m sorry, love, but you’re not as scary as you try to portray anymore.”
She bites her lip as a smirk comes across her lips again. The intimidation was fading.
“Everyone has high hopes for you, Devin. Everyone has you up on a pedestal. You are the one people seem to want to win. But I don’t care what others want. I care what I want. And what I want… is to keep this title in my hands. I have never had the chance to show people that I deserve something as much as this. To hold a title up with pride and show everyone that the title belongs to me. I plan to keep that going for as long as I can. Nobody will take that from me. Not Hawk, not Thirteen, and certainly not Persephone. This is my time. And my time is what is most important here.”
With her last words, she turns away from the camera, walking away from it. Her hand moves up to run a finger along the top of Icarus’ head. |
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