Steve: Well, it seems that Boardwalk’s very own Bryan Williams and Psyche Devyne are making their way out to the ring.

Phil: It’s the 2015 Boardwalk Couple of the Year! How gracious of them to bless us with their presence this evening.

Bryan sits on the second rope, allowing Psyche to enter the ring. There are cat calls from the audience, Psyche looks their way. A disgusted look contorts over her face, as Bryan stands in the middle of the ring with a microphone.

Bryan Williams: It seems that Psyche and I haven’t made too many fans lately, after our actions last week there are still some people out there who are feeling a little salty. Rest assured, our actions were perfectly justified in the long run. There’s a reason that Psyche did not want to be a Power Ranger, folks, do you really think she wanted to be associated with that? Known as a joke around the locker room?

Bryan shakes his head, taking a pause.

Bryan Williams: I felt like a goddamn fool, every single time I put that hoodie on! I was forced to humiliate myself, night after night, and for what reason? What did I gain in the long run? What purpose did serving under Amy Jo Smyth bring me? Nothing, absolutely nothing!

Bryan passes the microphone over towards Psyche, the crowd booing as he does.

Psyche Devyne: Look how bloody pathetic they all are. Look how sad their team is. Falling apart at the seams. I could see it from the beginning. The sinking bloody ship. Why would I want to be part of that? And be the shitty yellow ranger as well? No thank you. You may ask why I let Bryan continue his association with them? To save face, of course. He looks the hero to all of you prats. You lot-

The crowd cuts Psyche off, chanting ‘Asshole’ to both Psyche and Bryan. Psyche begins to clench her teeth together, Bryan trying to calm her down.

Psyche Devyne: Shut up, you cunts. You think we care what you all think? You all loved us a few weeks back, yeah? What happened, hm? We turn on those twats in jumpers and now you’re against us? Please. They’re the ones everyone laughs at. The joke backstage. Bryan was tired of them and I was tired of being part of that shite team by default. I’d rather be Unstable...

Psyche’s face is that of disgust towards the stable name drop. She passes the microphone back over towards Bryan, the crowd still hostile towards him.

Bryan Williams: Skyler, I know that you’re watching right now. I know that you feel hurt for what happened, but I couldn’t let you drag me down any longer. I couldn’t allow the Power Rangers to continue to sour my name. I had to make a statement, and unfortunately you were just the right person for that. Don’t feel bad, our relationship was out of necessity anyway. I needed another body to win those belts, I guess you fit that role.

Bryan smirks, Psyche nods and claps along.

Bryan Williams: Don’t even think about interfering in my match tonight, my eyes are focused on that Boardwalk Cup. You’re not even a blip on my radar, as far as I’m concerned we are done.

Psyche smirks and leans towards Bryan. She gets close to his ear, whispering something. He turns his head and smirks back at her, nodding. She takes the microphone from his hand and kisses him quickly on the cheek.

Psyche Devyne: Skyler… we had a mutual respect. You came to my rescue to face Julliet when she put me out. The slag. But… wait…

Psyche pauses for a moment, thinking.

Psyche Devyne: You lost. All of my respect… right out the bloody window, mate. You let yourself get drugged by Ramona and Devlin. Do you know how sad that is? That you couldn’t even fight them off? You couldn’t even keep a syringe out of your arm? Maybe you wanted it. Maybe that’s it. Years of fighting it off… you just wanted a little taste. And when it all came full circle, you lost to Julliet fucking Brooks. Wow. Congratulations, Skyler. I’m glad Bryan dropped you. You’re fucking worthless.

The crowd goes into a fit of boos. Psyche and Bryan just laugh it off.

Psyche Devyne: I do find it quite funny how you’ve all changed your minds about us. We’re still your favourite Boardwalk Couple of 2015. We’re still the same. If by same we’re talking about looks wise. You’re all just angry that we’ve come to realize that we don’t need you lot anymore. You fans don’t win us matches. Life just… doesn’t work that way. But you’ll soon come to realize… these boos and negativity towards us will change. You’ll all learn that you’ll love to hate us. And I think I speak for Bryan here as well… We’re going to fucking revel in it all.

“Days of Revenge” begins to play again, Psyche drops the mic as the crowd begins another chours of boos. Bryan and Psyche smile, the camera cutting away as they leave the ring.