“So we’re really going, then?”

Psyche stands in front of Bryan Williams, her hands in his. She has a huge smile on her face, him with the same. He nods at her and drops a hand for a moment, picking something up off of the table behind him. He holds up two plane tickets so that she can see them.

Bryan: “We’re really going. I already bought our tickets.”

Psyche let out a squeal, jumping towards Bryan. She wrapped her arms around his neck. He put his hands on her hips and laughs.

Psyche: “You’re amazing! Mum and dad are going to be so happy!”

Bryan: “Well I thought we could surprise them and all that. I think it would be nice if they didn’t know until we got there.”

Psyche nodded, even more excited about the idea.

Psyche: “That’s even better. I’m so excited for you to meet them.”

She thought about it for a moment.

Psyche: “This is to meet them, right?”

Bryan: “Well yeah… I mean… sight seeing too, but them as well.”

Psyche: “And you’re okay with that?”

Bryan: “Of course... You’ve met my dad.”

Psyche: “Perry… is not… whatever. Yes I have.”

She laughed quietly. The whole relationship with Perry being Bryan’s new father was still weird to her. Bryan ignored her response for the moment.

Bryan: “So it’ll be fine. I’m not nervous about it at all. We’ve skyped with them before. It’ll be just like that but real life.”

Psyche nodded.

Psyche: “Of course. And we already know they love you.”

She smiled at him.

Bryan: “Right. Plus… I was hoping I could climb Big Ben.”

Psyche: “Bryan…”

She had a tone with him. She knew he would probably consider something like that.

Bryan: “What?”

He laughed.

Psyche: “If you desecrate any of the national monuments on my home land, I will kill you and throw you into Thames.”

Bryan: “The river?”

Psyche: “Yes, the bloody river. And it is cold there. You will freeze and die. And I will make sure nobody comes to save you.”

Bryan: “That’s a little intense.”

Psyche: “Then stay away from my national treasures, yeah?”

She smirked at him, kissing him quickly on the lips.

Psyche: “Can I start packing now?”

Bryan: “We’re not going for another week.”

Psyche: “I like to be prepared.”

She smiled.

Psyche: “You know… I really do love you. This is the sweetest thing someone has done for me.”

Bryan smiled back at her, nodding again.

Bryan: “I love you too. It makes me happy to do things for you. Seeing you excited makes my day. It’s worth everything.”

Another quick kiss sealed his words. They smiled at each other after.

Bryan: “Now how about we go do some training? We both have big matches coming up.”

Psyche: “Sounds perfect.”

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“Brennan Devlin… My, my, my… aren’t you a special one, hm? Trying to make this big impact here, coming in and trying to make your mark. Sadly for you… it just looked rather desperate. You and your girlfriend have a bit of a reputation, I hear. Nobody else wants you… I’m honestly surprised that Boardwalk even took you in. I know we’ve been a bit down lately on talent here… but I feel they’ve stooped rather low to let you and the piece of trash you drag around into our little family. Just so you know, Devlin… we don’t want you here.“

“Your presence on Twitter is rather concerning as well. What else do you do with your life? Honestly. I feel as if all you do is talk shit on Twitter and try to stir up trouble. You are the biggest troll I’ve seen. And that is a lot, considering I know Broxy. I mean… I must give you credit. It’s impressive how one can stick their nose into everyone elses business… but again… I use the same word… desperate. You’re desperate for attention and it is as if Twitter is the only place you can find that attention. It’s rather sad. You have a girlfriend. Does she not let you have any? Is Twitter your way of letting out your frustrations over it? You’d think you wouldn’t need to be online as often if you were getting shagged.”

“But your reputation on Twitter isn’t what is going to win me this match. Honestly… I give you more credit here by saying you do quite well in the ring. I mean… you and Ramona won your match against Skyler and Zybala. You used tricks to win. I can’t say I’m not impressed by that. That kind of thing has always been intriguing to me. And I’ve used tricks to win in the past. But here’s the thing… those tricks may have worked on those two men… but its not really going to work on me. I see through you, Devlin. You’re like the funny kid in school that tried to get everyones attention by acting out in class. But you know what usually happens to the ones that go that route? They don’t do well in school and go nowhere in their lives. Because they didn’t pay enough attention. They only went to class to make fools of themselves and then failed the rest of the time. I’m curious, Devlin… Did your parents just hate you growing up from the start? Or did it take them time to realize how much of a let down you were? Your antics make me think you act out as you do because your parents didn’t love you. Am I wrong?”

“I am better than you, Brennan. I will prove that to you. I will show you just how unwelcome you are in Boardwalk. Your little show is about to end. Your antics will be old news. You will see just how overlooked you can be. Nobody will care about you in a few weeks. And soon enough… Boardwalk will understand why you were kicked out of every other place you went to. Because you’re just not as good as you pretend to be. Your time is over before it even began, love. I hope you see that quickly. I’d rather give you the news now than see you disappointed later… Though seeing your face being let down would be rather hilarious.”

“You’ll see, Brennan. I’m not a person to take lightly. I may not be the best. And I may have down times… but I won’t be looked over this week. Not against you. You’re nothing to me. And you will soon be nothing to this company. I promise. Good luck, love.”