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Date Posted：07/24/2016 16:51 PMCopy HTML
Jason: "What are you doin, lady?"
Psyche is laying on her stomach on the bed Jason and her were sharing for the time being. She was in her regular at home attire, that being a pair of pink underwear and a black tank top. In front of her was a laptop. She hit the space bar, pausing the sounds coming from the device. A screeching voice of a pre-teen. She looked up from the spot where she lay at Jason.
Psyche: "Watching cringe videos..."
Jason: "What?"
Psyche: "Cringe videos. Of awkward emo kids crying about how they hate their parents? Uhh... grown men in fedora's complaining about how women don't like them even though they are knights in shining fedora hats? Some guy being yelled at in the street for being goth and crying about it? Girls getting excited over the foam they bought? You can't tell me you haven't seen any of those..."
Jason: "Uhh... can't say I have."
Psyche: "How do you live?"
She paused, staring blankly at him.
Psyche: "Well that's what I'm watching. You can join me if you'd like."
She patted her hand on the bed beside her. Jason shook his head.
Jason: "Nah... I'm good. I'm actually just heading out. Need anything?"
Psyche: "Nope. Nothing at all."
She smiled up at him. He nodded and looked over to the left, seeing a camera set up in front of her.
Jason: "What's that for? You doing some webcam stuff now?"
He raised a brow at her.
Jason: "Are you at least getting paid?"
Psyche rolled her eyes.
Psyche: "No, silly. I was going to cut a quick promo in a moment, actually."
Jason: "Ah... well... I never thought I'd say this... but... could you put on some pants for it? That booty is mines. I don't want to share it all that much."
Psyche almost jumped off the bed, laughing quietly.
Psyche: "Ooh right! Almost forgot. Thanks, love!"
She grabbed a pair of shorts out of a drawer and pulled them up over her butt as Jason watched intently from the door. She turned back to him, noticing him looking like he was in a trance. She snapped her fingers and he looked up at her.
Psyche: "I know what's on your mind. It'll have to wait, yeah? Go do your errands first."
She smiled big at him. He nodded.
Psyche: "But first, come here and squeeze my neck."
Jason did as she said, going over to her for a hug. He grabbed a bit of butt as he did so, causing her to yelp. He walked back to the door and gave a little goofy wave.
Jason: "I'll see you later, ladybug."
Psyche: "Bye!"
She jumped back onto the bed, hitting the spacebar again, which had also triggered the camera to start filming. She watched a few more seconds of video before addressing the camera.
Psyche: "You know... there's loads to be said about these videos I watch. Some could say I'm wasting my time sitting around and laughing at unfortunate people. Others could say they are pure gold found within the huge piles of soot that makes up the internet. I tend to go with the latter. Because humanity is made up of some of the most stupid creatures in all of existence. And some of those creatures have been conveniently caught on film and put into multiple, also very convenient compilations for myself and others to enjoy."
She smiles, glancing down for a moment. Her eyes light up.
Psyche: "Holy shit! Niobe made it in here!"
She turned the computer around, showing a clip of one of Niobe's rants from a previous match. She put the computer back down.
Psyche: "This is perfect. Bloody perfect. You all know which one this is, yeah? The match against Persephone... Now I hate the woman. I really do. But if we had been in the same room, watching this promo together for the first time, we probably would have become best friends through the sheer stupidity of Niobe. Honestly. Complete. Bloody. Nobhead. And that would be the only thing I could thank Niobe for in that moment. Creating the most beautiful friendship in all of existence. This did not happen, however, so I still hate Persephone."
She shrugged her shoulders.
Psyche: "Now... if you hadn't seen that gem of a promo, let me break it down for you just a smidgen. I hope you and Jason have a screwed up life together... PERSEPHONE MARQUIS WHO IS MY OPPONENT RIGHT NOW. I mean... it's one bloody thing to talk shit about who I date... but to mix me up with fucking Persephone? THAT'S FUCKING RUDE. I was actually emotionally and mentally hurt by this. I was triggered. I feel oppressed and offended. Thank you, fucking cis-scum. I hope you die. But seriously. Persephone isn't me. I'm not Persephone. I'm the one that Jason went for after he left your dumb ass. I'm the one who get's to be with him. And I know that it eats you up inside because it seems like you talk about him every chance you get. I think about it... and it was YOU that brought up Jason in your match with Persephone who you thought was me. Not her. That was your desperation and sadness coming out in the form of pathetic insults. Congrats. You're an idiot."
She clapped her hands together.
Psyche: "But enough about my love life, which is CLEARLY loads better than yours. Seeing as he wasn't satisfied by your quite obvious man-hands. But how about your talent? Or lack-there-of? Because really... You held a title on a show that got cancelled, only to not be able to hold anything since. You've lost your man. You were kicked out of the group, presumably because I don't care about the actual happenings of your dismissal or leaving, that you called family, surely. And you've basically been swept under the rug of non-existence to further be forgotten in 4CW as a whole. Now tell me... how does that make you feel, Niobe? Are you sad? Does it make you cry a little bit? Do the memories of what you once had swirl in your brain every morning? Do you have a bit of a cry when you wake up before going on with your day? Streaking up last nights drag-queen makeup? Before reapplying over the thousands of layers of 'last nights makeup'? You're not even relevant anymore, love. You're a waste of time and breath. And jesus your tits are really badly done. I'm sorry. I had to say it. I should give you the card to the guy who did mine. Not a hack job like yours."
She winked at the camera.
Psyche: "You have no talent in the ring. Or anywhere for that matter. The only reason you even held gold, I assume, was because you had help from a stable you belonged to. That.. or every opponent you faced was surprisingly worse than you in the ring. The battle of the untalented... and you come out the winner. Whoopdie-fucking-do. You will lose, Niobe. Just as you continue to do in life. You are nothing. You're literally just here to add another body into the mix of this match. Whisper and I worked together once... Before we smash each other to bits in the ring, I have a feeling we'll take you out in the first 2 minutes. It will go to a one on one match before you know it. Maybe I'll even take one of your super cute colourful extensions as a souvenir first."
She sighed happily.
Psyche: "Now Whisper. We've been on the same side in the ring. And as I'm sure you'll say back to me... we do have respect for each other. And that is the truth. You are amazing in the ring. You prove it constantly. But this isn't a 'who's better at pussy-licking their coworker' contest between us. It's not a constant back and forth of 'I respect you', 'oh my gods, me too' thing. That's just not how I roll, you know? This week, it's me against you. Plus some other white trash princess looking to get back into the spotlight. I sort of picture her trying to run for the light, but it keeps moving every time she's only an inch away. She just keeps missing. Swing and a miss! We can laugh about that together later, darling. But this is more about us. We proved we're better than a group of losers who have no respect for anyone and try to pay off their opponents because they can't wrestle out of a paper bag. Bribing is the only option. But this time, we have to prove who is better between us. It will be a long and brutal match. I know this. You know this. But that is what we're here for. We'll give a show."
She readjusted herself on the bed, now laying on her side, showing off the curves of her body.
Psyche: "But in the end... it'll be a show I win. You're great... but I'm better. You've got talent... but I have more. You have experience, but I have the heart and fire needed to beat you in the ring. And I plan on using that to get the better of both of you. Though... by the time the match ends, Niobe should already be out of the picture. Should really be unsaid, though. I can't wait to meet with you on the other side of the ring now. I can't wait to break you down. I can't wait for this fight. I can't wait-"
Suddenly the door swings open. Psyche's head pops up as she sees Jason standing in the doorway.
Jason: "You better be done with that shit..."
Psyche: "Uh oh... Gotta go!"
With a smirk on her face, she quickly presses the spacebar on the laptop, fading to black. |
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