Psyche has done quite a lot of travelling in the past little while. She moved her life to America to be a wrestler, went back home for a weekend, and has been going back and forth between Atlantic City and New Orleans. To say she was somewhat tired would be a bit of an understatement. But with enough sleep and prepping, she was usually pretty much good to go. Once she was on the ground wherever her destination was, she was good. She could deal with the travel, really. Just took a bit of getting used to for the first while. Right now, she was on her way back to AC for the Xtra show coming up. She had just finished winning a huge match in BCW, beating Kat Jones. Everything Psyche did lead up to that match… and she came out the winner, just as she had planned. Why? Because she had what it took to beat Kat. She has what it takes to beat anyone she steps in the ring with.

Psyche sat in a rather small, quite empty plane. She was the only one in the front business class section. She put out the extra money to have a comfy seat for the ride. She had her laptop resting on a small pull out table in front of her, the internet open to random pages. She had set up a camera beside her, so she could be seen along with the laptop. She had nothing better to do, so why not throw out a promo? On her legs was a pair of blue jeans she had been sporting along with a pair of black boots on her feet. She had on a blue fitted hoodie with the hood up on her head. Travelling was always best in comfy clothes. Plus she didn’t tend to stand out as much as when she was in her normal outfits. She propped her feet up, getting herself more comfy and looked towards the camera, finally acknowledging it.

Psyche: “There are so many thing I could say right now about my match on Xtra this week. In particular about my opponent, RJ Palmer. And for all of you watching this right now, I’m going to do just that. See… I’ve had a lot of people talk down to me and try to upset me. They try to make me seem as if I’m just a dumb blonde who wears skimpy clothes for attention. But you have me all wrong, love. I’m not looking for attention like that, sweetheart. I’m just looking to have some fun and to beat as many people in the ring as I can. And why not do it in a place like this? A place that has people to cheer for you and enjoy what you do. Isn’t that why most people do it? You want to have people watch you and enjoy your work. If you didn’t, you would be sitting behind a desk and pretending to wrestle in your backyard for fun or still in that shitty bar you once called home. You’re as narcissistic as the next person in this business. Everything is always about you. And why not? I can’t blame anyone for that.”

She smirks at the camera and adjusts her position in her seat.

Psyche: “But I’m different in this situation. I look different from the other girls. I don’t weigh much, but I’ve got muscle. I never did say I was stronger than a man twice my size. I’m just stronger than a girl my size. I couldn’t lift someone your size over my head with ease. I’m strategic. I’m technical. I’m small. I can get out of a man’s big arms usually with ease because I am smaller. Not to say I don’t get stuck, but I can maneuver out of things quite well.”

She shrugged towards the camera.

Psyche: “I didn’t come here because ‘some guy told me to’. I came here on my own accord. Bryan had never seen me in a match. I happened to have a few days off and decided to fly to AC to see him wrestle. And I was interested in how different Boardwalk was from everywhere else I had been. This was what I had been looking for. Bryan just introduced me to it. He told me to try out and I took his advice. Had he seen me wrestle, thought I was crap, and told me that, I still would have tried out. Because this was one step closer to my dream. Mine.”

She picked up a drink that had been placed on the table with her laptop and took a sip. She put the cup back down.

Psyche: “I’m no glorified stripper, love. I dress how I want to. And clearly how I dress seems to offend people and make them judge me based on what I WEAR. Because I look the way I do, I clearly dance for money and remove my clothes on tv. Have I once done that, here? Have I taken off an article of clothing here? I don’t think so. I cover the parts of my body that need covering. I’m not wearing bikinis in the ring like others have done before me. If anything, I wear more than some.”

She laughs to herself, thinking of women she’s faced in the past and seen in the present.

Psyche: “And about my name… I just wanted to give you a bit of a lesson. Maybe I’ll prove that my ‘retardation’, as you so lovingly put it, is in fact non existent. I’m not stupid, RJ… but maybe you are.”

She moved her laptop closer to the camera, now showing the contents on the screen.

Psyche: “My name is Psyche Devyne. My first name is derived from the name Psyche, pronounced ‘See-hee’. It means the ‘spirit’ or ‘soul’. If you ever heard anything about Greek Mythology, you know… Hades and Persephone, Aphrodite, Prometheus, the Seven Wonders of the World, etcetera., you’d possibly have heard of Eros and Psyche. Eros being Cupid and Psyche being the human he fell in love with.”

She points to a picture of the painting of the mythology by Francois Gerard.

Psyche: “Look at that… My name is, in fact, a real name. But because I had very… interesting parents, they chose to pronounce my name ‘Sike’. I’m sorry that their spelling of my name offends you.”

She pauses.

Psyche: “And please… Enlighten me on how you’d give a nickname to a person with one bloody syllable for their name? And please don’t suggest Psy. I’m not a Korean pop singer.”

She switches the screen to another website showing new information.

Psyche: “Now for my last name. Devyne is a legitimate last name. It is an Irish family name, where my family came from many generations ago, and is still used today. My part of the family just decided to move to jolly ol’ England a few hundred years ago. There are many versions of the name, including the spelling I go by. Interesting, hm? I’m just lucky enough to have a name that is so out there, that I stand out in a list of names. And I didn’t even have to make it up myself. Cool, huh?”

She rolls her eyes to the camera.

Psyche: “And now that I’ve bored you to death, I’ll give you a few last words of advice. Telling me you’re going to break my face and make me bleed all over the ring is not going to get you very far. I’ve heard that many times before. And I’ve bled many times before. I’m no stranger to it. And it’s not going to kill me. But the past, at least, 10 times I’ve heard it in the recent months, I haven’t spilt a drop. Maybe you’ll end that record and maybe you’ll be another failing notch on my ‘people that want to see me bleed’ list. I’ve heard it all before. You’re no different from the others I’ve faced. I’d like to see you try and prove me wrong…”

She winks at the camera and reaches over to her laptop, closing it. She grabs the cup again, taking another larger sip.

Psyche: “Good luck out there, RJ. You’re honestly going to need it. When you fail to even just make me bleed, as you’ve promised to do, I’ll be standing there, laughing. They’re all going to laugh at you, RJ.”

She smirked at the camera and everything fades away.

LATER THAT NIGHT-

Psyche had put quite a bit of money into her stay in Atlantic City this time around. She was staying in one of the nicer rooms of the hotel. Her room was more like a mini apartment. She had a kitchen area, a living room, and the bedroom in a separate part. The bed was king sized, which she loved. The more room, the better. She was laying on her back on the bed looking at the large TV beyond the foot of the bed. Beside her was Bryan, also lying on his back. Their fingers were entwined together, just simply enjoying each others company. On TV was Psyche’s favourite movie Hellraiser. It was the part where Julia was bringing men home for Frank to regenerate. This particular scene was her favourite. The effects caught on screen were almost too realistic. Julia uses a hammer to smash the mans jaw into pieces. For a movie made in the 80’s, the effects were amazing. As Julia smashed the mans face, Psyche’s hand gripped Bryan’s a bit tighter, which he reacted to.

Bryan: “Did that bother you or something?”

Psyche: “Oh no… no… That is seriously the most beautiful special effects I’ve seen in a movie, honestly. Even now they don’t live up to that one shot.”

Bryan laughed. Psyche was definitely a bit of a weirdo when it came to horror movies.

Bryan: “Gotcha. My girlfriend likes watching dudes get their jaws broken by a hammer. Awesome.”

Psyche: “Just for this part. Now shush. Frank is about to absorb his life. His dead body looks disgusting. I love it.”

Bryan shuts up for a moment, watching the scene. He can’t help but cringe slightly. It was pretty realistic looking. Psyche had a bit of a sadistic smile on her face as she watched the rest of the scene. Bryan looks over at her afterwards, seeing the look on her face.

Bryan: “Jesus… you are extremely psychotic, woman.”

Psyche: “Just for these movies. I’m a good girl all other times. Like a little angel.”

Psyche laughs and turns to look at Bryan. She rolls onto her side, pressing her body against his. Bryan wraps his arm around her, holding her closer.

Psyche: “You know I like you a lot, right?”

Bryan: “Mmhmm.”

Psyche: “And that I think you’re super awesome, right?”

Bryan: “Yup.”

Psyche: “And that I want to bite your face off, right?”

Bryan: “Uh-hu-… what?”

He looks down at her with a confused look on his face. Psyche just laughs.

Psyche: “Checking to see if you’re listening.”

She smiled up at him.

Bryan: “Of course I’m listening.”

Psyche: “Good boy.”

Bryan: “What were you going to say?”

Psyche: “I don’t know. I forget now.”

Bryan: “You’re a space cadet.”

Psyche: “Only when there’s cenobites on my television…”

Psyche’s attention goes back over to the TV. Bryan shakes his head at her, but she obviously doesn’t see it. After a few moments she pipes up again.

Psyche: “So what do you think about my chances for my match this week?”

Bryan: “That’s a subject change…”

Psyche: “I know. But I’m curious.”

Bryan: “Well he’s a tough competitor. He talks some big game..”

Psyche: “I noticed that too. But Kat did the exact same thing. And look where that got her.”

Bryan: “That’s true. People seem to underestimate you a lot.”

Psyche: “I know. It seems to be working for me quite well.”

Bryan: “Just be careful. I’d like to keep you around after this match.”

Psyche: “Don’t worry. I won’t get thrown around too bad. His words are just that; words. Nothing more, I’d think. He’s not as scary as he thinks. Much like all of these other people who try to put on that same act.”

Bryan: “True. But I want you safe and stuff. I do like you a lot too.”

Psyche smiled, turning her head towards him, away from the TV screen. He looks down at her, into her steely eyes.

Psyche: “You’re pretty.”

Psyche moves so she’s up on all fours, her head over his. She gives him a quick peck on the lips and then watches him for a moment. He tries to go in for another kiss, but she quickly jumps away from him and off the bed. She smirks at him, putting her hands on her hips.

Psyche: “Let’s go do some training. Or running. Or something. Running. Running! Let’s go for a run!”

Bryan sighs audibly.

Bryan: “I already did some training not long ago. And did you just call me 'pretty'?”

Psyche: “Yes I did... And I’ll let you touch my bum after…”

She winks at him. He looks at her, clearly thinking about his options.

Bryan: “Fine. The whole time whenever I want. And the rest of the night, too.”

Psyche: “Whatever you say, love. Let’s go!”

And they were off. Running into the night.