Psyche Devyne is standing in the middle of the sidewalk on a random street near Bally’s Casino in Atlantic City. People are walking around her, ignoring her. In front of her stood a camera man, who had all focus on Psyche. There was just a simple concrete wall behind her at the time, nothing special. Psyche wore a pair of jeans and a black and blue sweater. Over top was a black pea coat to keep her warm. On her hands were cut off gloves, showing the tips of her fingers. She brushed some hair behind her ear before she started to speak.

Psyche: “Julliet… Wow. We’re finally meeting one on one in the ring. And surprise, surprise… I’m actually able to do it. I’ve not been attacked from behind. I’ve not been taken out by you in order to keep me out of our planned match. I’m here… completely in one piece. To be honest, I really thought you were scared. Just assumed that you were finding ways to avoid meeting me in the ring. But this? This proves something else completely. You’ve done nothing against me other than show how pathetic you are in attempts to break me. But that was long ago. There’s been nothing from Julliet Brooks towards Psyche Devyne. But I’ve come to see… You’re ready, love. I really think you’re ready to face me.“

Psyche smirked as she started to walk down the street, the camera man following her.

Psyche: “Now… I have a few errands to make today. Well… they’re not myerrands. I’m actually doing them for you, Julliet.”

She smiled sweetly.

Psyche: “I just thought… you’re so busy with other things, maybe I could help out. I assumed there were some items you’d need to get before our match, so I thought I’d take it upon myself to get them for you. Because I’m a nice person. Because I do nice things for people."

Psyche continued to make her way down the street, finally stopping at a shop. The camera panned up, showing the name of the place.

Perfect Nails.

A rather… lovely nail salon. Psyche raised her hands up and down, showing off the place. She looked at the camera quickly.

Psyche: “Now this place, I’ve heard amazing things about. There’s definitely not any rude people in here. Not at all. But if there was, we wouldn’t have to worry about Julliet infecting the place with her nastiness, since she would do that. To be quite honest, I read some reviews on this place. Everyone here is a cunt, I hear. So you’ll fit right in, Julliet.”

She walked inside of the salon, showing exactly what this place looked like. It was dingy, in need of an update. And smelled rather gross, to be honest. Psyche walked up to the reception, waiting to speak to someone. Nobody got up to come and speak to her. There were women talking across the room, but ignoring Psyche. She sighed, clearing her throat. From as far as they were, Psyche could see one of the women rolling her eyes. The woman scoffed and stood up, walking to the desk.

Nail Lady: “How can I help you.”

Psyche smiled sweetly at the woman.

Psyche: “Oh hello. I was actually hoping to pick up a gift card for a friend. Do you offer anything like that?”

Nail Lady: “Yeah, I guess. How much?”

Psyche: “I was thinking $40. Now… do you have any special rooms for people with fungal diseases? Like… if they were getting a pedicure or something?”

The woman made a face, grossed out by the idea.

Nail Lady: “Uh… not really. We use the same tub…”

Psyche: “Oh perfect. Then she won’t feel bad about showing her gross fungus-infested feet. Lovely, lovely.”

Psyche pulled out her wallet from her back pocket and pulled out $40, handing it to the girl. She rung up a gift card and handed it to her. Psyche smiled.

Psyche: “Thank you so much. My friend Julliet Brooks is going to be so excited when I give her this present. So excited!”

The girl nodded and rolled her eyes.

Nail Lady: “Yeah… awesome. Thanks for coming in or whatever.”

Before Psyche even left, the girl walked away, back to her coworker. Psyche left with the camera man, heading to their next spot.

Psyche: “I’ve made all these attempts at trying to ignore how much I hate you, Julliet. I’ve tried to pretend that you’re actually a nice person. I’ve tried to pretend that you can be saved. But that’s where our problem lies right now. You’re not. You can’t. You never will be. Julliet Brooks is a complete slag. I mean… what exactly do you bring to this place? A pretty face and some nice breasts? Congrats. That’s about it. We’ve been in the ring together, before in a larger scale. Other people in there with us. And I can say with confidence… those are the only things you bring to this place. Both rumbles we’ve seen each other in, I’ve outshined you. I’ve walked all over you and come out above you in every way. And you come out empty handed and filled with shame. Too bad.”

Psyche stops in front of a new building. The next stop. This time, the camera pans up to show a sign for a Sperm Clinic. Psyche, however, stays outside.

Psyche: “I’ll bet you’re wondering why I stopped here. I actually just needed a break… ironic, isn’t it? That my break takes place in front of this sperm clinic? A place that you’re surely familiar with. I’d assume this would be a fun place for Julliet to come, yeah? After the cum bucket you had the privilege of enjoying a few months ago, I’m sure you’ve tried to find ways to relive the experience. And since I don’t know of any places that hold bukkake sessions, I assume this would be the next best thing, yeah? I’m currently picturing Julliet rolling around in a room while Ron Jeremy pours small cups of extraction over her. Or Ronald just ejaculates all over her multiple times. I hear he can do things like that. Is that true, Julliet? I feel you’d know…”

Psyche laughed as she began to walk again. She crosses the not so busy street, making her way to the other side.

Psyche: “Now here’s a joke, everyone… Why’d the Psyche cross the road?”

She paused.

Psyche: “To get away from Julliet’s birthplace!”

Psyche laughed again hysterically.

Psyche: “I liked that one a lot… I’ll have to remember that for future reference. Anyways… you may be questioning my sanity right now… I mean… my father died. You pushed my ‘real’-“

Psyche puts up air quotations.

Psyche: “-mother down the stairs… I should still be crying. I should still be upset. But I’m trying something new for myself. I’m forgetting all of that for right now. Not my fake mom going down the stairs, of course. That’s just fuel. But everything else… everything real… that’s all locked away for now. Because when this whole rivalry started, things were interesting. I don’t want my sadness to tarnish that. I want to bring the Psyche that poured ejaculate all over you and humiliated you in front of her fans to this match. That’s what I’m planning. And even if things in my mind are a bit sour, I know… that I can overcome it and give you and the fans the match we’ve all been waiting for.”

Psyche smiles, stopping in front of a new building. Behind her is a sleazy motel. The place looks infested with roaches and other creatures even from the outside.

Psyche: “Now here’s a spot I’m sure you frequent, Julliet…”

A smirk comes across her face as she looks at the building. Psyche sort of shudders at the thought of staying in a place like this. But she braves going inside anyway. She walks into the main office, heading right to the front desk. It looked as disgusting on the inside as the outside. A woman in a very revealing outfit sat on a chair to the right of the entrance, a fake fur jacket around her shoulders. She had a small glass tube with an orb at the end in her hand with a lighter in the other. Psyche was pretty sure that was a crack pipe… definitely a crack pipe. Julliet’s kind of people, am I right? Psyche got to the desk and placed the gloved part of her hand on a small metal bell on the counter. An older man came over, dressed in khaki’s and a button up shirt. Psyche smiled sweetly at him, but sort of pulled away a bit. His stench was invading her personal space. Body odor and sausage. That was it.

Psyche: “Hello there sir! I was wondering… if it would be possible to get a room…”

The man looked her up and down and then at the camera man.

Motel Owner: “Just for the night, uh?”

He continued looking the camera guy up and down and then turned his gaze back to Psyche. She furrowed her brow for a moment, looking back at the camera for a second.

Psyche: “Oh! Us?”

She raised her hand, pointing between the camera man and herself.

Psyche: “Gods no… Umm… Not for us. That’s weird. I was actually wondering if we could pay for a future night… Do you give, like… key cards or something? That could be activated the night of? It’s for a gift and I wanted to add the key in the present.”

The man raised his brow at her, shaking his head.

Motel Owner: “No, no. We just have keys. You’d have to come the day of for that, hon.”

Psyche sighed, thinking for a second.

Psyche: “Ooh! That’s okay. I’ll do something better… just for you. I’ll buy the room from today until Friday. How does that sound? You won’t need to clean it until Friday, since it won’t be in use. I just don’t have time to come back, yeah? I’d even be willing to purchase your best room. A… suite or something?”

She nodded at the man. He shrugged and turned around, facing a wall of keys that Psyche hadn’t even really noticed. He grabbed a key from near the bottom, turning back around and handing it to her. Number 53 was on it. Psyche stared at the key on the counter for a few seconds before looking back up at the man.

Psyche: “Thank you, sir. I’m sure this room will be thoroughly enjoyed.”

She smiled and paid for the room, which wasn’t even that expensive. She took the key with two fingers and held it in front of her. She didn’t know what went down with that key. Once outside, she placed the key inside of a plastic bag she had in her pocket. She looked back at the camera as she started to walk again.

Psyche: “Going back to our previous conversation… I can tell you a secret I have, Julliet. It’s about this match we’re going to have. The show we’re close to putting on for all of the Boardwalk fans. I’ll tell you the outcome of the match. I win. Isn’t that awesome? Bet you already knew that, though. It’s rather obvious that that would happen. You’re going up against Psyche Devyne. I’m not ready to let you win after this feud we had. I planned from the beginning to beat you. And I keep to my plans. I tend to not change them. Like my current plans. I still have a few places to go, you know…”

She smirked at the camera, stopping in front of yet another building. This one was a Thrift Store. Like in that Macklemore song.

Psyche: “Now this place is going to be fun…”

Psyche walked into the building. She instantly went to the female clothing section, looking through the racks.

Psyche: “Now I’m looking for something rather special, you see. Something that screams 'look at me'!”

She continues to look, pulling out random items to look at. She’d put them back if they weren’t suitable. She pulled something out and smiled, showing it to the camera. It was a lacey white top with reddish brown stains in random spots.

Psyche: “This… is perfect. Okay… Bottoms.”

She turned to the other side, looking through the pants. She finally pulled out another item, showing it to the camera. They were snot-green capri cord pants. They were extremely ugly.

Psyche: “This… is going to look so nice together.”

She moved to one last area, looking through jackets. She picked out the winner within seconds. Her eyes sparkled as she looked at the jacket. It was a short cut leather jacket with cow fur patches. Most of the patches were beige and golden colored, with some dark brown patches. She smiled at her find and brought it to the front desk, paying for it. She left the store and stood outside for a moment, beaming at the camera.

Psyche: “Now… I’ll bet you’re wondering… who’s this groovy outfit for. Well... it’s not me. I thought it was time for some new ring gear for Julliet, yeah? I mean… We all need a change once in a while. And I think this change is for the better. I’m very excited. Extremely. I can’t wait to see you in it, Julliet. I really can’t.”

Psyche looked down the street for a moment, seeing something interesting. She looked back at the camera, smirking.

Psyche: “Look at that… Speaking of change, we have another place you may be familiar with.”

Psyche walks past a few buildings to the one she was looking for. A plastic surgeons office. She smirks and walks inside, picking up some pamphlets and reading material. She comes back out, placing the items in one of the bags she carries.

Psyche: “Plastic Surgery. You know a lot about that, right Julliet? I mean… look at your face. I’ve sure there’s at least a doesn’t rhinoplastys that have been performed. And the lifts! I’m sure there’s been at least thirty of those. But… just to show I’m thinking of you, I thought I’d get you some reading material… for when you’re lonely at night. Which I’m sure isn’t often. New man every night and such. But that’s not the point, yeah? I just feel as if you should consider some more work. To be quite honest… you’re starting to look a bit like that Gumby creature from the telly. If you aren’t aware of him… I’ll just say it’s not a good look. I’m picturing it more like if Gumby was exposed to extreme heat? And his face was melting off? Yeah… that’s your face, love.”

Another sweet smile came across Psyche’s face. She turned to start walking again, heading to her last destination.

Psyche: “Now let’s put things into a bit more perspective, hm? We’ve been at this whole thing for… what, 3 months? Something like that? It’s taken us a long time to meet in the ring proper. It’s funny, people still want to see this match. As if this is the most incredible match in the history of the world. We finally get to see who is the better woman. Julliet Brooks versus Psyche Devyne.”

With each name, Psyche puts a hand up, looking to each side as if she’s seeing the names in front of her like huge lighted signs.

Psyche: “A battle for the ages. I guarantee that this will be the match of the night. This match Is more important than the main event. Why? Because it has to do with us. Here’s the only time I give you a bit of credit, Julliet. You made things interesting. If this was a match against anyone else, it wouldn’t mean as much. This has been built up for a long time. People are dying to see how this ends. So thank you for that… but remember… I will never thank you again.”

Psyche glares into the camera as she stops at the last place. Behind her is a McDonald’s restaurant. Her demeanor changes within seconds as she looks at the mega fast food chain restaurant. She smiles at the camera for a moment.

Psyche: “Have you ever heard of the game Saints Row? Probably not, since you’re not cool… Well in this game, there’s this fancy fast food chain. Called Freckle Bitch’s. You know.. you’d be a perfect spokeswoman for in the game. They could have made a character design after you and had you do voiceovers. I think you would have been perfect. You could say their motto for them… “You can’t beat our meat!” Sounds like something you’d say, yeah? All grown up and doing your best for Daddy. But in your case… Daddy would have been CJ back in the day. When you were still together. I wonder… did you call him that in the bedroom? Is that a thing. Kinky, love.”

She smirks at the camera before quickly running inside, ordering food and bringing it back out in the brown paper bag. She holds it up to the camera.

Psyche: “Here’s another gift for you. Now… I’ve heard American McDonalds lasts for days without rotting. In England, McDonald’s is slightly different, but still disgusting. But… because of that little bit of information, I thought I’d get you a proper meal for after the show. You see… at home, I have a gift basket. All these items I’ve picked up are just for you, Julliet. Kind of like a ‘Get Well Soon’ gift for after the show. Well… some for before as well. But all these things are for you to enjoy. You get a hotel room after the show to spend the night with a man of your choice. It could be anyone. And you’ll get dinner for two… I bought two Big Macs and two large chips just for you two. Your new outfit for our match. You’ll look gorgeous, I promise. And… a spa treatment for the day after. You’ll need it.”

Psyche smiled at the camera, holding up the bags to the camera. She dropped her hands after a moment as her smile began to fade. She looked at the camera seriously.

Psyche: “Julliet… you have done everything in your power to try and make my life rather hellish. Why? I wish I could answer that. But I can’t. You decided one day that you would target me for some sick pleasure of yours. What you didn’t expect, surely… was to meet with someone who would try to upstage you in any way. Honestly… you were lucky with your last performance. You tried to take someone from me that I love very much right after something else took the other person I feel the same for. Why? Again… I can’t give a reason. While it may not have been her, your display was uncalled for. I am repulsed by your attempts to hinder my life. But you didn’t succeed. What you did was make me angrier. What you did was make me want to break you more than I already wanted to. So thank you for that.”

Psyche paused for a moment, looking at her surroundings.

Psyche: “This place… Atlantic City… This isn’t my home. If you knew anything of where I came from, you’d never have tried to mess with me. If you knew about things I did when I was younger… you’d have backed off. There’s things even Bryan doesn’t know. Things even Cyrus doesn’t know. And he was there during some of it. But you prove your stupidity by continuing your ways. You show me each and every week why taking you apart in the ring will be rewarding. I, like most people in this business, hate you. Hate is a rather strong word, yes. But it’s the exact one I was looking for. You’re pathetic, Julliet. You’re the scum of this company. The woman people despise. It’s no love hate relationship, however. The fans hate you. We all hate you. You may say you don’t care… but I’m sure it eats away at you. Eats away at you to hear every person in the arena booing at you when you enter the ring. Each and every night, people are disrespecting you. Nobody cares about Julliet. Nobody is giving Julliet credit. Julliet is the trash left on the floor of the arena at the end of the night. The gum stuck on a fans shoe. An annoyance.”

Psyche starts to walk again, heading across the street and going back in the direction of Bally’s.

Psyche: “I am better than you, Julliet. I will always be better than you. You can’t beat me. And I know that hurts. But it’s the truth. I wouldn’t make up something like that. I will win this match. And I will prove that everything I did… every comeback… was just a preview of what I’ll do to you at Crowning Achievement. I will humiliate you. I will break you. And at the end of the night, it will be you thanking me. Thanking me for not finishing you. For not completely breaking you. I will allow you to leave the ring alive. And that’s only because I’m a nice person. But I don’t plan for you to leave on your own two feet. Not without help anyways.”

Psyche turned to look at the camera, a sick smile on her face.

Psyche: “This is my final gift to you, Julliet. Allowing you to rest. Allowing you to finally be at rest. After this, we’re done. After this night, our back and forth will be over. I’ll move on to other things. But you’ll need to make your choice. Will you stay stuck in the past, hoping to face me again when you lose? Or will you look forward and move onto better things? Part of me hopes for the latter, only to watch you destroy yourself as you try to justify punishing yourself over and over as you lose again and again. But the other part of me hopes you move on. And by move on… I mean… get the fuck out of my ring.”

Psyche looks at the camera with disgust. She stands there for a few moments before the camera fades to black, ending the feed.