The Hunt Begins

In a dimly lit room, the man we were introduced to Vincent Lyons Jr is just finishing pinning some pictures to a corkboard, as we get a closer look we can see there are six in total, one for each of his sisters opponents in her upcoming PWE debut match,as the last image of Noah Ortega is pinned up, Victoria steps into frame.

Quietly, she looks upon the corkboard, caressing each picture with her fingers, keeping the scene in an eerie silence, for an uncomfortable thirty seconds, before finally speaking

“So, these are the ones then.” she purred, “The ones that must suffer through my malice, who must fall victim to the statement in my official PWE. I told you all at the OLLA-Rumble to remember me, and now I’ve come to remind those who forgot.”

She shifts her gaze upward, to the picture of Lachlan Kane

“I understand you’re something of a big deal around here Lachlan. The first Victory champion, and a proven warrior.” she says, running her fingers across the picture, and Lachlans face, “Wouldn’t that be quite the statement, were I to be the one to eliminate you from this little foray we are going to find ourselves in? I see you’ve chosen to fight alongside your brother. That’s cute. Mine works FOR me, not with me. Isn’t that right Vincent?”

Vincent, who is standing just to the side of the corkboard nods.

“You are the queen of the Pride.” he said.

“I also understand Malachi may have some history with our dear cousin Alex.” she smirked, “Maybe I’ll just finish off whatever Alex and his friends over there started. You are prime prey indeed Lachlan, and possibly the favorite to win here. It’s going to be a pleasure throwing you over the top.”

With a eerie giggle,she rips his photo down and casts it aside, before he eyes dart over to the picture of Peach Dillinger.

“Spoiled little rich girl.” Victoria says shaking her head, “My daddy had money too. My family has money too, but that does not define me. I choose to fight for everything I want, because I enjoy it. I enjoy the pain, I enjoy watching my own blood trickle down my arm.”

She speaks gleefully, truly indulging in her words.

“This isn’t the playground Peach, and daddy can’t save you you from what’s about to happen.” says Victoria, “If you get in my way, I will hurt you. Cross me again, and daddy will get bits and pieces of his little girl delivered to him overnight, I’ll even throw in free shipping.”

Pleased with herself, she giggles again and tosses the Peach picture aside, as her gaze turns to Enigma.

“This one threw some clever quotes at me on the twitter machine.” she noted, “But this monsters words bothered me naught. See, this Enigma is no monster at all, he's truly nothing more than a big ol’ teddy bear, he looks scary but that;’s all it is. I am the true terror, I am the one that looks to cause actual pain, simply for my own pleasure, simply because hearing their screams brings me great pleasure. If you were any real monster ENIGMA, you would be breaking everything in your path, and doing it simply because you can, simply because it pleases you.”

She seems somewhat disappointed in ENIGMA, as she tosses his image to the floor with the others, coming up to the image of Mia Castillo

“Another one of these pretty little things” she grins, “Number two of the three Kardashian lites in this match. Just a poor sad little girl too concerned about her image and what strangers on the internet think of her, I’ll be taking great pleasure in scarring her perfect little face so horribly that no amount of makeup, filters or camera angles will be able to hide it,.”

She tosses Mia down with the rest, onto the cold floor of the building, moving onto the last of the three socialites, Sabina Sainte.

“And rounding out this trio is Sabina Sainte, but really it could be any one of you interchangeable whores:” she hisses, “Maybe if you’re nice enough, I’ll scar you last. But like your little tramp friends, you shall also realize what true fear is, what true terror is. Stick to your selfies dear, because you’re going to get hurt out there.”

She tosses Sabina down onto the pile and comes to the last image pinned to the corkboard, Noah Ortega.

“Finally, we come to Noah Ortega, and I really don’t know much about this one yet.” she notes, ”He might be the least interesting in this match. If Noah thinks he stands a chance against someone like me, or even Lachlan or Enigma for that matter he’s fooling himself and ill truly find himself…lost.”

She casts Noah aside with the rest leaving the corkboard empty, he eyes meet Vincent, who scoops up all the photos, and tosses them into a nearby metal canister, he tosses in a match and lights them all aflame, Victoria's eyes seem to dance as she looks gleefully into the fire.

“My dearies” she purrs, “It’s going to be a delight dancing with you at the first show, and I have every intention of being the first winner of season 2. Everyone will remember who kicked this season off, and they will remember that this season started with Victoria Lyons having her hand raised, and it will end with me having gold around my waist. The hunt begins, and there’s a lioness on the prowl. All of you are prey, from Isaak Otto to Dickie Watson, from Lewis Chad Pinkston to Jensen Lane, and ESPECIALLY that damn Ollie Dorito, any who stand in my path is going to get mauled, they are going to get hurt. Your best bet is to stand aside and let another suffer through my wrath. My name is Victoria Lyons and PWE has been claimed as my own personal hunting grounds. Each and every one of you will learn my name quickly, and all of you are going to…”

The camera cuts to a closeup of her face, illuminated by the fire.

“HEAR ME ROAR” she says in an almost soft whisper, as the scene slowly fades to black over her illuminated face.


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“Normal people don’t know how good the darkness is. When it embraces me, I do not feel alone, I feel at home.”

Victoria spoke to her own mirrored reflection, and in her own twisted mind it spoke back to her, that inner voice, the one she called NOVA. To someone on the outside, looking in they would just see some schizophrenic nutjob, who should probably be in a mental hospital somewhere, certainly not being put in a position where they can cause harm to other people.

…This is a new home for us Victoria….

“Yes NOVA,, the Coalition failed us. I did everything I could for them. I represented them in the OLLA-Rumble, and didn’t even get so much as a thank you. I became their Wretched Warqueen, and yet they still didn’t care. It was like I didn’t exist at all. But their loss is PWE’s gain”

…or PWE’s loss…

“YES! Because I will now unleash my horrors here, and I won’t stop until either they all follow my creed, or I burn it to the ground and sit happily as Queen of the ashes.”

…that’s a good girl, burn them all…..remember just winning isn’t enough, you need to make them SUFFER…

“Fires will rage, and blood will flood the halls of arenas across America. Bones will break, and children will cry. Together, it will all make the most beautiful symphony.”

….like music to our ears…”

“Such lovely music”

For a moment, Victoria just sits humming softly to herself.

…many of them won’t like it…

“A lioness cares not for the opinions of the sheep. There is a reason they are the prey, they don’t have to like it, but they do have to live with it. They can live in my new world, or die in their old one.”

..the end of days is upon them…

“And I will be their harbinger of horror.”

A twisted smile creeps across her face, and she starts laughing, all the way until everything just goes black.