It was extremely dark out, around 2am or so. A man is walking towards a car, black plastic bag in hand. He was dressed in a police uniform. He got to the parked police car and opened the driver side door. He tossed the bag onto the passenger seat. It landed with a loud thud. The man got into the car and turned the car on, putting the window down. He grabbed a walkie-talkie from the seat and brought it towards his mouth to speak.

Man: "I've got the package."

The walkie went static, waiting on a response. He put the car into drive and started moving, still holding it in his hand. Within moments, a female voice came over the walkie, her English accent clearly heard.

Woman: "Perfect. You know where to bring it, love. Just park where I told you and I'll meet you there."

The man nodded, even though she clearly couldn't see it.

Man: "Of course. Be there soon."

He put the phone on the seat beside him. He peeked over at the bag, curious of the contents. He was startled by the woman's voice coming over the walkie again.

Woman: "And don't forget... no peeking..."

A laugh was heard. And the talkie went silent again for a moment. He continued to look at the bag, not paying attention to the road. He reached a hand over, touching the bag. Suddenly, he hears a honk, making him jolt the car back to where it should be on the road. He let's out a loud breath, relieved he got out of the way fast enough. Laughing was heard over the walkie, causing the man to look at the walkie again.

Woman: "Curiosity killed the cat, you know."

She laughed again. The man moved his eyes right back to the road, paying attention from now on. Finally, he got to his destination. He put the car into park, now waiting for the woman to come to his car. He turned his head back to the bag, curiosity taking over once again. He pulled the string off of the top of the bag, slowly opening it up. He peers inside, looking at the mangled pieces of plastic in the bag.

Man: "Wha-"

His voice was cut off by a metal nail file being raked along his throat. Blood poured out of the wound, some splattering on the windshield of the car. Holding the file was an arm extended through the open window. A woman laughed out loud and walked to the other side of the car, only her feet seen under the car. She opened the passenger side door and picked up the bag. She then walked towards an open door several feet in front of the car, leaving the man in there. Only the back of her head was seen, long blonde hair blowing in the wind.

Next comes a montage. Some sewing, stapling, and piecing together a plastic doll. When it is all done, it looks like a stitched up, bloody doll version of Bryan Williams. The hair went down to his shoulders, a curly brown colour. It had on a striped shirt and overalls with "Great Boy" printed on the front pocket. Red plastic Converse were on the feet. We finally see the woman's face as she looks at her creation. The doll was perfect. The woman smiled, now showing off her features better. It was Psyche Devyne. She was the one who had called the man on the walkie-talkie. She placed the doll in the centre of a pentagram, chanting words in another language that she read from a book.

Psyche: "Ade due damballa. Give me the power, I beg of you. Ade due damballa. Give me the power, I beg of you! Leveau mercier du bois chaloitte. Secoise entienne mais pois de morte. Ade due damballa! AWAKE!"

She looks down at the doll, which is not moving.

Psyche: "Awake!"

Nothing.

Psyche: "Awake."

She hits the doll on the head. Still nothing.

Psyche: "Awake, awake, awake!"

She hits the doll three more times. Still nothing. She sighs, frustrated. She throws the book behind her.

Psyche: "What a bloody crock."

She stands up, walking over the doll and to a small table. She picks up a pack of cigarettes, pulling one out. She sticks it in her mouth and pulls out a lighter. She lights it and brings it towards the cigarette, turning back towards the doll. But it isn't there. She raises a brow, the lighter still on. She looks around the room, not seeing the doll. Her mouth starts to open slightly, the cigarette falling from her lips. She let's the flame go out on the lighter and continues her search. She turns around towards the table again. Standing on it is little Bryan Williams doll. She steps back, staring at the doll.

Bryan Williams: "Happy to see me, sweets?"

She smirks, staring at him. It worked. It actually worked. She actually did it.

Psyche: "Chucky! I mean... BRYAN!"

She was so delighted. She stepped back to him, hugging his little, plastic frame.

Psyche: "I'm so happy I found you, love."

Bryan: "Me too. I needed some putting back together."

Doll Bryan let out a laugh, which sounded more maniacal than anything. He waved a hand, motioning her to move back.

Bryan: "Step back. Let me take a look at ya."

Psyche did as he said. She was wearing a tight black dress that hugged every curve of her body. The doll looked her up and down, a small smirk formed on the plastic lips.

Bryan: "I don't know about you, but I'm starting to feel like Pinocchio over here."

Another laugh came from him. He motioned towards his package. The quite non-existent one, really. Psyche laughed as well.

Psyche: "Well... if you want to get some of this, then we have to get you a body..."

She picked up the doll, leaving to find what they needed. After a few hours, they found the perfect body. A man was tied to the bed, a sock stuffed in his mouth. Doll Bryan sat beside him as Psyche read more from a book. As she finished the last word, doll Bryan stabbed the man repeatedly in the chest. Blood splattered all over the place. Some onto Psyche's face. She looked down at the body, panic now setting in. Nothing was happening. Doll Bryan was just laughing crazily and stabbing. Psyche turned around, closing her eyes. She clutched the book in her hands.

Bryan: "Psyche?"

She kept her eyes closed, waiting for the sound of the knife sliding in and out of the guys chest cavity to end.

Bryan: "Psyche?"

Eyes still stayed closed.

Bryan: "Psyche!"

Her eyes shot open, sitting upright in her bed. She looked around the dark room, adjusting her eyes.

Bryan: "Are you okay? You were squirming and yelling in your dream..."

Psyche's eyes could see better now. She turned her head to Bryan. He was a regular person and still definitely himself. She let out a deep sigh.

Psyche: "Yea. I just had a proper insane dream."

Bryan put an arm around her shoulder, coaxing her to lay back down with him. She did.

Psyche: "You were a doll. And I made you come to life. And then we found you a new body and you killed the man..."

Bryan laughed.

Bryan: "Maybe watching Bride of Chucky isn't a good idea before bed..."

The two laughed. After a bit more snuggling, the two fell back asleep, dreams normal for the rest of the night.

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Psyche was standing on the pier, watching the water crash against the pillars. It was a quite windy day. She was constantly moving her hair from her face. She just stared into the water, contemplating things. Words started to pour from her mouth.

Psyche: "You know... things are constantly going sour for me in Boardwalk. I just keep letting people down. I keep failing to do what I say I will. I had a match last week on Live with my boyfriend Bryan Williams. We tagged together against Danny and Amber. But it didn't go very well, did it. I tried to prove myself to Bryan and everyone else around here, and look what it got me. Another loss. I'm tired of it. Honestly, I've gotten to a point where I say enough is enough. I came here to fight. Last week, I didn't get much of a chance. So when I tried to give myself that chance a bit more by tagging myself in, I got taken by surprise and lost the match. I let myself be distracted by my boyfriends confusion and lost the match."

She frowned, keeping her eyes to the water.

Psyche: "This week, I have a chance to do what I came to do. This week, I get to fight. No partner. No waiting. Just raw fighting against two other people. I go up against Bradley Carrington and Dexter Anthony. Both men consider themselves 'Kings'. Well, boys... I'm here to knock you off of your thrones. I'm going to be the queen of this match. And I'm going to take my deserved win. I'm going to prove myself as an amazing competitor this week. I'm going to train my arse off and show you exactly what I can do."

She grips her hands on the railing of the pier.

Psyche: "I'm going to bring some stuff to the ring that even the both of you haven't seen. I'm going to show you exactly what it is like to face a woman like me. And it's not going to be the outcome you both probably think it will. You both think you're amazing competitors, I'm sure. Both of you think you can beat me because I'm a woman? What... Is Bradley going to bring his little girlfriend to the ring to try and distract me? Maybe have her invade on the match for you as well? Well guess what... if anything, I'll make her wish she never came down to the ring."

A smirk comes over her lips as she turns her head towards the camera.

Psyche: "You know what, boys? Let's make this match fun. I've got a few tricks up my sleeve and I plan to use them. I'm extremely good at mind games. And I mean extremely. I'm going to use everything that I've got to get one... or both... of you boys on your backs. And not in a good way, either."

She winked at the camera.

Psyche: "You'll get to experience what it is like to have Psyche Devyne on top, riding both of you boys to my victory. Like little horsies. I will have you both barking for me, professing your devotion to your new queen. Because we all know... two kings are always tamed by a queen. And this queen is going to have you both begging on your bloody knees."

She turned her head back to the water, watching it once again.

Psyche: "And tell me... who ultimately runs a kingdom? A queen. Me. Why? Because the queen knows best. And the queen is the only one who knows that her kingdom needs. And my kingdom is this show. You'll see."

She winks once more at the camera, turning to walk away. She saunters down the pier, back towards the casino. The camera fades to black.