Flashback:

Psyche Devyne started up her match in a pretty playful way.She was messing around with Erron Wilder, slapping his butt, making a nuisanceof herself. Things changed pretty quickly and Erron was one step above her fora bit. She’s now gotten a bit of an upper hand in the match. She has VanceMorgan caught up in the Psycho, trying to get him to tap. She puts morepressure on him, holding the move in as long as she can. Suddenly, she ispulled away from Vance, out of the ring. The shock of it left Vance open for anew attack by Erron Wilder. Psyche slams off the steel steps after beingremoved from the ring. When she looks up from her in pain position on theground, she sees none other than Kat Jones. She KNEW she would ruin this matchfor her. 

Doc: “Damn her!! Kat Jones has no business out here!”

STF: “She took great offence to Devyne’s little mockery atthe last show and is paying it back.”

Kat walks away from Psyche, leaving her there in pain. Erronpins Vance and get’s the win after his devastating Doomsday Clock. 

Doc: “Erron Wilder has gotten the pinfall on a battered andbroken Vance Morgan, but you have to feel that Psyche Devyne had the opening towin this match without Kat Jones involving herself.”

STF: “I guess she wanted to make sure her Rabid Puppy gotthe victory and Devyne felt just a little of what Jones has in store for her.”

Psyche gets herself up, sitting on the steel steps, lookingover at Kat, who is now at the bar. She blows a kiss to Psyche. She growlsinwardly and glares at Kat. 

Later:

Psyche is standing backstage, waiting for the perfect time.She had a plan and it was going to make some people talk. Kat and DrewStevenson are facing each other, the match not really anything Psyche could bebothered to pay enough attention to. They’re smirking at one another, gettingready for the next attack when Psyche’s music hits. The fans are cheeringloudly for her, which get’s her pretty pumped. Psyche steps out to where thefans can see her, smirking. Kat is now completely focused on Psyche. This isexactly what she wanted, to throw Kat off her game. Drew tries to get her backto the match, but she’s much too focused on Psyche. Psyche climbs up onto atable, now glaring at Kat. There’s tables lined up in a perfect line to thering. This was going swell. The staring contest continues for a few momentsmore until Psyche breaks into a full run across the tables, perfectly missingevery item on each table. Fans are moving out of the way, but keeping theireyes on the action. At the last table, she leaps up and over the top rope,hitting Kat with a huge spear. The fans are screaming over this. Psyche popsup, leaving Kat rolling around in pain on the ground, and turns to Drew. Shegrabs him by either side of his face, laying a huge kiss on his lips, thenjumping out of the other side of the ring. And then she’s gone. Fans are goinginsane. Kat had seen the lip lock. She ignores Drew’s pleas to stay in the ringand continue the match, but Kat is stubborn and goes after Psyche. She’sscreaming at the top of her lungs for Psyche to show herself, but Psyche hadmade it out in perfect timing. Kat watched a car speed off into the night,Psyche presumably in it. 

Present day: 

Psyche is sitting on the grass in an open field, arms behindher to hold herself up. It’s dark out, being nighttime, but she’s still infocus in the camera due to a few lights around her. She’s alone, seeming to bewatching the stars. Her head is tilted up, watching the sky. The spot wasperfect for stargazing. She wasn’t near the Bayou at all. She was likely inanother state all together. She kept her eyes focused upwards, while addressingthe camera. 

Psyche: “You know… this little feud I have with Kat Jones isgetting a little silly. It all started with a funny little joke, something thatwasn’t meant to be seen during her match. Kat took this as me ruining her matchby making her lose focus. Personally, I don’t think you lose focus because ofsomeone else. You lose focus because you allow yourself to. That is, unless youdo what Kat did to me on Saturday night. She dragged me out of the ring, endingmy time in the match. Of course she did. She A. wanted to get back at me forher loss and B. wanted to make sure her little puppy Erron won the match. PartB., she succeeded in. I had the upper hand and was about to have Vance tap, butKat stuck her dimpled chin into my business and pulled me out of the game, giving Erron the win. PartA., however, she didn’t accomplish. That didn’t get back at me, really. I mean…I lost. Not really the biggest deal in the world to me. I knew it would happenanyways, so it was no surprise. I called it.”

She turns her head to look at the camera for a moment.

Psyche: “What I did to her for her match, however, was noaccident. The first interference was not my fault. Someone else put a camera onme and decided to play the footage. Ruining her match against her beloved Drewwas exactly my plan. And it went flawlessly.”

She turns her head back up to the sky.

Psyche: “You see, Kat, I’m better than you. You don’t seemto realize it… but I have everything I need to take you down. You try and actlike you’re this hardcore girl and can take anyone at all. I see right throughit. You may look scary to those around you, but I’m not fooled.”

She pauses for a moment.

Psyche: “Your most recent bashing of me is about who I amand what I portray. You call me a wannabe and claim I’m pretending to besomething. My style seems to bother you in such ways that you want to make abig deal out of it. I’m a wannabe for dressing in my own style. I’m a wannabebecause someone ELSE called me a name and it has stuck since then. Never oncedid I call myself “The Steampunk Princess”. But you seem to have it swimmingaround in your pretty little head that I was the one who created this name andplanted it in everyones mind. I dress similar to those that are part of thesteampunk culture and lifestyle, but I’ve never claimed to be one of them.Don’t call me names and judge me based on how I look. I’ve gotten thatconstantly through my life. You’re no different than those other blind peoplethat feel they need to pick out one thing from someone and tear them down forit. Well guess what, sweetheart. You haven’t brought me down. Would you call me a“goth” if I dyed my hair and started wearing all black? Should I call you one,since it’s “how you look”? I didn’t think so. You’re trying too hard with theinsults here.”

Psyche shook her head a bit, still looking up. 

Psyche: “Now for something a bit lighter. I’ve been staringat these stars for a while now, hoping to see something awesome. Maybe a UFO orsomething. Sadly that hasn’t happened. I have, however, started to see somepatterns. Let me point out a few.”

She put one of her arms up, pointing straight at the sky andthe star patterns. 

Psyche: “See that one there? That’s me spearing Kat. Andthat one? That’s me making Kat tap out. Over there is one of Kat crying. Thisother one here is me pinning Kat. Ooh! And that one is Erron looking fine asall hell.”

She turned her face to the camera, winking.

Psyche: “You know what these all having in common? Katlosing. Even that last one. Maybe if Kat loses, Erron will see the error in hisways and finally stop following her around like a lost puppy. Then, I can lookat him and admire… err… enjoy his physique without that clown Kat being rightat his side. Or right in front of him, since she practically holds him on aleash. You never know. Sometimes the stars are right.”

She smiles, looking back to the camera. She licks her lipsquickly. 

Psyche: “All that being said… I can’t wait to finally meetyou in the ring, Kat. I can’t wait to pin your ass and be able to say that Ibrought down Kat Jones. And I brought her down with sharp claws, just like herown. I’ll get you, Kat... and I’ll take away your little dog too.”

Another smirk and the camera cuts to black.