She was running.  She wasn't sure where, but she knew it was the best thing to do. She knew what she had just done meant trouble. But.. when someone provokes you and has you backed into a corner, you have to stand up for yourself, right? Most of the time, it's true. But when you use physical contact to get out of those situations, it may be best to keep your hands to yourself. 

A few minutes ago, a group of older kids stood in a semi-circle around a girl backed into a corner, another girl, and a guy holding the girl back. The girl in the corner held her backpack by her side and was slightly cowering. The girl being held back by the guy was screaming profanities at her, trying to start a fight. 

"Come on, cunt. You fuckin' scared? Huh? Fight me, bitch! FIGHT ME!"

The girl in the corner dropped her bag. She looked slightly scared. The crowd was yelling too, trying to make the girls attack each other. The guy let go of the girl and let her get into the other girls face. She had her arms flailing around, pointing at the girl in the corner, calling her names. The girl back up a bit, getting herself ready to try and do some damage, which the crowd was calling for. This was the girl in the corners chance. She could run. She could get out of there and never worry about this again. 

"I'm going to fucking kill you, Psyche. You're fucking dead... Touched my boyfriend... I'll teach you.." 

She was about to charge. The girl in the corner, Psyche, watched her. She was sure this girl would start dragging her feet along the ground like a bull and charge at her. Psyche, however, changed. The cowering stopped. She stood up straight, facing the girl. A smirk pulled across her face. The other girl raised her brow at the change. Psyche dropped her bag, and within seconds, both girls were on the ground. Psyche had run at the girl, hitting her with a sort of spear. The crowd backed up out of their way. Everyone went quiet, not knowing what to do. The girl was pretty much out, having hit her head pretty hard on the concrete. The guy from earlier picked up Psyche, pulling her away from the girl. He spun her around, now getting in her face. 

"What the fuck is wrong with you? Are you psychotic?" 

He pushed her slightly. Psyche's jaw clenched. She wasn't down with a guy putting his hands on her like that. Her arms shot up and she caught his nose with her knuckles. He staggered back, hands immediately going to his nose. Blood almost immediately started to flow. She gave him a half smile, ducked down quickly to grab her bag, and bolted. 

And that's where it left off. Psyche was running. This was just the start of the fights she would get into in school. Most started in year 9, usually with older kids. It continued on through the years. People always seemed to have a problem with her. Girls didn't seem to like when she'd get close to their boyfriends. At the start, she didn't mean to. She just found it easier to be friends with boys. But soon, she was doing it on purpose. Seeing how far the boys would go. And she'd be sure the girlfriend found out. She got the reputation of being a slut. It was inevitable. She didn't care, really. She thought it was fun. She started to like getting into fights. Luckily, she would tend to get away with things. She'd make sure she was near a security camera, let the other person start things off, making it seem as if it wasn't her fault. And then she'd let loose. 

It continued on like this for years until she finished school. Afterwards, she started to work out more. Started to actually build some skill. She taught herself, most of the moved. She used her male friends as punching bags and she'd try moves on them. The men liked it because they got to play with a girl in the ring, but at the end of the day, she was the one bragging about kicking the guys ass. She did this for a while until she found a trainer. Someone who knew more about the wrestling world, since she had been interested in that more than anything. Not long after, she decided to move to America to take part in Indie wrestling, knowing full well that that would be the best way to get where she wanted. That's where she's at today. She had put together videos and other things to try and get herself a bit more known. Some people caught sight of it and she was in. But it was really a trial at this point. To see if she was cut out for it. 

Psyche was now standing in the backstage area, not too sure where she was meant to go. She had a bag beside her on the floor. Wasn't there supposed to be some sort of social committee or something? Someone to tell you what to do? Where to go? Someone that brought you to a room? Nope. Just Psyche… and the many people walking around her. A few times, she sort of stuck her arm out a bit to catch someones attention. Nothing. 

"Excuse me?"

Ignored. 

"Sir?"

As if she was invisible. 

"DUDE."

A few heads turned. Now she was being stared at. She smiled sweetly. Eyes moved along her body and back up to her face. Or that's where she had sort of hoped. It was actually surprising people hadn't noticed her before. It wasn't as if she blended in. She actually stuck out like a sore thumb. She wore a skirt that was more like a belt and striped thigh-high's. On her top was a black tank top and a black underbust corset. She had white-blonde hair tied into pigtails, grey eyes, and the palest skin. She was gorgeous, to say the least. She walked over to someone, not too sure who he was. He was simply the first guy she saw. The others scattered quickly, as if this person ruled them. Maybe he was the head backstage guy? 

"Sorry to bug you. I'm new here. My name is Psyche Devyne… I've never really been in the building, so I don't really know where I'm supposed to go. You think you could help me?"

Her words came out so beautifully. Her accent made her that much more interesting. The man watched her, seemingly mesmerized by her, but you never really knew. He nodded at her, pointing in a direction. 

"No problem. The locker rooms are this way. You probably should get there first. I was heading there anyways. You can just follow me."

She smiled and followed as he started to walk. This would make things easier. Once she found the locker room, she could figure out the rest. She just needed a place to put her bag. Exploring was easier when she didn't have something to carry. She looked at the guy beside her, curious about him. She might as well make some friends, right? Even if he was just a backstage person. 

"So… what's your name?"