Make Them REMEMBER.

Victoria Lyons, a name unknown to most, if not all in the OLLA-Rumble, Which is very much how she likes it, and on her end she doesn’t know or care who anyone else in this little multiverse battle is, some may be rising stars in their respective companies, some may be champions, some may even have an alliance with one of her family members. It matters not to her, and it matters even less to NOVA. She’s just here to make her mark, leave some scars for her opponents to take home with them, and if they’re not careful she just might win the whole thing.

Who is NOVA? Of course. You haven’t followed Victoria’s career, so let’s catch everyone up to date shall we? Victoria Lyons made her debut in World Wrestling Headquarters as the manager of her twin brother Vincent Lyons Jr. Under her guidance, Vincent captured their Affliction Championship, until he was finally bested by Christopher Sabertooth, who would continue to be a thorn in his side throughout his stay in WWH. After losing the Affliction Championship, the twins joined with childhood friend Simon Adams, and new ally “Bloody” Bill Anderson to form a group called The Pride and they captured the tag team championships, their reign was short lived however, as was their friendship with Bill and Simon as the two left the twins with a beating they didn’t soon forget.

Victoria and Vincent floundered about for a few months, trying to help Vincent regain his former glory. By this time Christopher Sabertooth had given into his darkness to become Havoc. Vincent made it a personal mission to put an end to Havoc for good, and restoring balance back to WWH. He made friends with one of the top female talents, Renee Jonae, but they needed more soldiers and so Victoria finally decided to lace up her own boots and the trio formed The Revolutionaries, and sought to defend justice in WWH. After some long battles they would and Vincent finally won back the Affliction Championship for the second time.

Then..a rouge group called The Left Hand destroyed everything, including the company itself, and when WWH did rise from the ashes again, it was without The Lyons Twins.

So what happened to them then? Well, you notice it was more of a story about Vincent, and after feeling the destruction of The Left Hand, a voice came to Victoria, one that told her she was only in this situation, because of her brother, and it was time…time for the world to see that it’s the LYONESS who truly runs a pride.

That voice was NOVA, the dark passenger that Victoria carries with her, and the one that guided her into the madhouse of Wrestling Coalition, where she currently holds it’s 24/7 emblem as the Wretched Warqueen. Please don’t get any bright ideas, you need an official Wrestling Coalition referee to challenge for it, but join the Coalition, and Victoria will be waiting.

But wait..what happened to Vincent? Well, that’s the current mystery of the hour it seems. Victoria claims to have disposed of him, and absorbed his soul or something which is of course why she now paints half her face like Vincent had done.

Tired of always putting her brother up, The Lyoness turned feral, the once beautiful blonde bombshell is now something darker, something sacrier and that’s who is about to be unleashed into the OLLA-Rumble. Be careful PWE, for something wicked this way comes.

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The room was dark, and cold. Just how she liked it. The cool air blew against her skin from a nearby window, and she didn’t shiver. She only smiled, welcoming it. She sat alone, gazing into the moonlight outside the window, of course she wasn’t really alone. She had NOVA with her. Without NOVA she would still be following her brother around like some loyal puppy. But because she broke those chains, she became a champion and she became more dangerous than she was before, as if that blonde bimbo was ever going to accomplish anything. The old Victoria had to die, so the real one could rise from the ashes.

“My foolish brother always focused on keeping a balance, even though the darkness is so much more fun.” her voice hisses through the darkness. “I’m sure my dear cousin agrees as well, isn’t that right Mr. Sanders?”

She giggles, she knows little of most of her competition but this one is different, he’s almost like a friend of the family. Almost.

“I’ve heard of you.” she continued, “Working with my dear cousin Alex right? I hope you don’t think that makes us friends. I imagine you wouldn’t. From what I can gather, you’re smarter than that. My relation to your companion probably means nothing to you as well. As it should. I do wonder how smart you are to keep trust in Alex however. As I grew tired of supporting my brother, so shall Alex of supporting you. He’s a champion in his own right now, and like all Lyons do, sooner or later he’ll show his teeth and dig his claws into you at some point. You be sure to tell him hello for me, and let him know exactly who gave you those new scars.”

A smile creeps across her twisted face, one of someone who has little to no grip on their own sanity or regard for their own well being, the type that sends a shiver down the spine of anyone with a pulse.

“There is another…” Victoria remarks, the words spilling from her wretched lips like blood from a fresh kill, “Another who I may have heard some whispers of. Alexis Makarios. You my dear are set off to have a big match with a talent from the school my family started, Miss Cleopatra Phillips.”


She laughs to herself, clearly not worried about whatever threat the PWS Hall of Famer will be bringing to the OLLA-Rumble.

“It’s true. My family does have a wrestling school, and Cleo does train there. She might carry the heart of a lion, but she ill never truly be one of us. Since Sanders will be busy delivering a message to my dear cousin, you can tell Miss Phillips that she’ll always be that common street trash we were FORCED to take in, and you can tell her where you got YOUR new scars”, Her words come with a piercing coldness, like a dagger through the heart with a chill that trickles down ones spine.

“As for the rest of you. My name is Victoria Lyons, and I am about to be your worst nightmare. I hail from Wrestling Coalition where I rule as it’s Wretched Warqueen.” she says holding up an emblem, “Unlike most champions, this emblem is always on the line, against anyone who dares to poke The Feral Lyoness. It takes true awareness to hold this emblem, you have to be ready for anything at any moment, and you must always sleep with one eye open.”

She winks, and smiles, ever keeping that air of creepy uncomfortableness.

“Now, I certainly am coming to win, but more importantly, I am coming to make my mark and send anyone who I get to sink my claws into back home just a little bit…less. I want them to remember me. I want them to go back home with that nagging pit in the back of their mind that The Feral Lyoness just might be around the corner.” she speaks with a sadistic sense of glee, delighted at the thought of mauling her opponents.

“I am a Lioness. I will not cringe for any of you. I am the one that creeps into your nightmares, that which keeps you awake at night. I have given into the darkness that lay inert in all of us. The weakest choose to ignore it, and blindly follow the light, others like my insolent brother sought to keep some sort of balance in both, but such indecisiveness turned out to be his weakness.” words continued to spew from her half-painted face, the paint itself a mockery of her own twin brother who once similarly painted half his face as a symbol of balance.

“Without darkness, the stars can’t shine.” she said with unsettling glee, “And I am looking to become the biggest star of all, and I’m going to be the one that none of you will be able to EVER forget”

A witchlike cackle emits from her putrid lips.

“I’ll see you at the rumble dearies.” she says, “Sleep well, because your nightmares will soon become a reality, at the hands of Victoria Lyons and NOVA.”

A jarring cut to a closeup of her face.

“HEAR ME ROAR”

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The OLLA-Rumble could very well be the biggest match in the career of Victoria Lyons. Not only is she facing unknown quantities from various promotions but shes the sole representative of Wrestling Coalition, and she had to be sure she was representing correctly. She couldn’t be seen as a joke because that would represent her company poorly, and be even more embarrassing for her. She did oft wonder if Wrestling Coalition cared about her at all. She hadn’t been booked there in a while and even though things seemed stagnant at the moment, she refused to go anywhere, after all she was their Wretched Warqueen, the FIRST Wretched Warqueen and that could never be taken away.

Next to her was an empty chair, empty to the eyes of everyone else except The Feral Lyoness herself, as she saw…her sitting there. It was NOVA, her dark passenger as some might call it, the manifestation of the voice in her own head. NOVA may not be real to everyone else, but she was very real to Victoria, she was PART of Victoria. The part she had suppressed for years before allowing her to emerge. The average civilian would see a schizophrenic woman talking to herself, but in her mind she was having a very real conversation.

“What if I can’t do this?” Victoria asked, hiding her face in her hands.

“YOU WON’T!” the voice snapped back in her head, her eyes saw the hollow eyed visage of NOVA grinning at her in the next seat, “WE WON’T”

Victoria shook her head, “But this prey is harder to hunt that someone like Orianna Johnson, they all come from different hunting grounds.”

“QUIET!!” NOVA yelled back at her, the darkness refused to let her be weak, “YOU ARE THE FERAL LYONESS. FEAR NOTHING.”

Victoria growled, she wasn’t afraid just cautious, “I AM NOT FUCKING AFRAID BITCH!!” she screamed into the chair beside her.

“Are you sure about that?” NOVA grinned back at her, “Because it sounds like you’re afraid.”

“FUCK YOU!!” Victoria shot up and kicked over the chair, “YOU ARE SUPPOSED TO GUIDE ME, SO FUCKING GUIDE ME!!”

Victoria watched as NOVA climbed back to her feet with a smirk.

“You do realize everything I say is part of your own deepest, darkest thoughts right?” NOVA snarled back.

“SHUT UP!!” Victoria screamed, hands on both sides of her head. “SHUT UP!!! SHUT UP!!! SHUT UP!!!!

“You know where you’re failing?” NOVA said, leaning in close. Victoria could feel the visage stroking her cheek. “You’re too concerned with making Wrestling Coalition look good. What you need to do is make VICTORIA look good. You need to make US look good.

Victoria blinked with a nod, calming down as she heard NOVA’s words. She was right.

“You’re right…I don’t need to impress anyone over there. I just need to be sure that I make US look good out there. A lot of companies will be watching, and I need to show them that I belong among the elite. I need to show them that the best Lyons Den talent isn’t my brother, it’s not my cousin and it’s not the dirty hood rat. The best Lyons Den talent is VICTORIA LYONS. and with you by my side NOVA, we can take over this entire business!”

Tilting her head back, she emits one of her cackles into the air.

“Even those fans, all those little girls. They all looked up to me at one point, but the moment I chose to focus on myself, they turned on ME.”

“YES!” NOVA’s voice rang in her ears.

“AND THEY WILL ALL FEAR THE WRETCHED WARQUEEN OF WRESTLING COALITION.!!” Victoria screams with happy madness.

“YES!!! YES!!”  NOVA’s voice continued to agree ringing louder in her head.

“They have no idea what’s coming for them, even my cousin can’t prepare Jonathan Sanders for this, no advice from the criminal can help Alexis Makarios, and the rest of the lot will be so unaware of how far I’m willing to go to make my mark on this rumble, to make sure that win to lose they REMEMBER me.”

“And REMEMBER YOU they will.” NOVA told her.

Victoria smiled, “And yes…there will be blood.”

She cackles some more, NOVA cackles in her mind. The Feral Lyoness looks to be ready to go, full of confidence enough to win the whole thing, or more importantly to her to make sure she gets remembered. She might be in over her head, but good luck telling her that. The Feral Lyoness is coming to the OLLA-Rumble to make a statement, and even little Ollie Dorito might be in danger form a much larger feline if his little claws aren’t sharpened enough. Everyone knows how territorial cats can be.

A final promotional image rests on the screen of Victoria, closing out the scene with a verse from her theme song.

#Hey you, do you like me now?
Are you in love with somebody I was?
Hey you, do you see me 'round
And hate the person that I've become?
Hey you, do you like my style?
I stole it from somebody I killed
Hey you, do you like my smile?
I got it from the blood that I spilled#

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