My Story

She wasn’t going to let one match define her, nor was she going to let two, or even three. She was going to be defined by her actions, and by the fighting spirit that all Lyons Den talent are known to have. Such an unimportant loss would be as quickly forgotten as the winner itself, which Victoria mistakenly labeled as her opponent this week, Lachan Kane. It was in fact Mia Castillo who had won the battle royal, but would anyone even really remember the match at all in a few weeks time? Unlikely, which means her slipup at When Doves Cry mattered even less.

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The cameras open, on nothing but smoke and shadows, Vincent Lyons Jr emerges from the darkness, the word SHAME scrawled across his chest in blood red lettering, coinciding with the look of shame in his eyes. He keeps his gaze slightly downward, speaking woefully.

“I wish to apology for my actions at The Upside Down, or rather lack thereof.” he said, “I should have assisted my queen like a proper ward and I failed to do so, resulting in her elimination. It will please you all to know I’ve spent the weeks since in The Pit, a place where those who fail our Queen are sent as punishment. I was given nothing but stale bread, food scraps and a single glass of dirty water each day. This has taught me to improve in my servitude to our queen, and I promise to serve her better henceforth as she continues her PWE career.”

A heavy sigh, and he slinks back into the shadows behind him, as he disappears Victoria emerges,her eyes ripe with malicious intent, her smile frightening, as it is seductive. Vincent reappears behind her shortly after, pushing in an effigy of Lachlan Kane, which is really just a scarecrow with a picture of Lachlans face taped onto it.

“Lachlan Kane.” she began “I must say, I do appreciate the respectful words you spoke about me leading into our match. It seems my dear cousin left quite the impression on you, and you’re expecting a fight out of me as a result. Well, you will get one Lachlan, and you will learn why I am the Head Lyoness of the family dynasty.”

“Long live the queen” nodded Vincent in approval, standing obediently behind Victoria.

“You at least showed your intelligence, and that’s more than I can say for whichever one of those replaceable bimbos made the tired assumption that I was “fucking my brother into submission”. Such a lame tired insult that myself and Vincent have heard time and time again.” she said with an arrogant tone, “But you Lachlan, proved to at least be the only one in that match with any sort of educated thought in your mind. So, you know Alex…but who am I, and what roads led me here to Pro Wrestling Excellence?”

She glances back at her brother, and smiled one of her unsettling smiles.

“Truth is, it started with him.” she said in reference to Vincent, “He started off a new era for Lyons Den talent, without him we have no Alexander Lyons, we have no Eddie Lyons, without him PWS World Champion Cleo Phillips still runs the streets, or gets herself locked up somewhere. As the Affliction Champion for World Wrestling Headquarters, he started our school back on the map, and behind him every step of the way, making sure he made the right choices for his success, was me.”

She takes a few heavy breaths before continuing

“We became a fixture of the company for years, but we also made some mistakes. Entering tournaments and representing Wakanda, or The Pridelands. How immature we were, we needed a wakeup call. Then we somehow wounded up as proclaimed saviors, or revolutionaries looking to save the company from the horrors of a man calling himself Havoc, and his Ashes of The Wake.” she explained

“He was right…” Vincent muttered.

“We teamed with some others, who are vastly unimportant to us now and finally toppled him, only to be taken down by a new regime. The Left Hand. The company fell to ruin after that, and we both found ourselves looking for our new hunting grounds. Only this time, I would be the one in charge, and this time it would be MY STORY. “ she continued, “We spent a short time in a failed Coalition, and have now found our way here. That’s about the short end of it. My descent into madness came as a result of being humiliated by the group that called themselves The Left Hand.”

She raises her left hand up, and growls at it.

“But I have NOVA, and she guides me through the darkness.” Victoria spoke, in some weird self aware trance, “ She was the one who convinced me to seize the reins once held by Vincent, and take them for myself. While I have yet to finally sink my teeth in anywhere, none of it is my fault, it was the companies who failed me.”

“But not here.” Vincent chimed in.

“Yes, not here.” said Victoria, “PWE management does seem to have things under control and won’t be wasting my time. I can grow here, and finally seek out what NOVA has laid out for me. She lives within me, speaks to me and as long as I follow her word, then I will find my path to the top of PWE, no matter whose blood I have to spill getting there.”

She giggles, and runs some of her fingers through her hair.

“Even yours Lachlan, well especially yours.” she continued, gleefully, “You are the inaugural Victory champion, so it happens that your blood runs among the richest and the most powerful. Defeating you, or even just going the distance with you, would put eyes on me as someone to contend with around here, and that…that is truly what we seek. That is what NOVA seeks for me, the gold will come only when I have earned it, but I will start my path to such glory with you.”

She waves a hand slightly, which signals Vincent to disappear back into the darkness.

“Where you fail Lachlan, is your sense of honor. Just like my cousin Eddie, you have this stubborn sense of justice, when you need to worry about yourself and your own family dynasty.” Victoria continues, “Honor will fail you in the end, and justice is a fools game. I have no problem burning everything down and becoming queen of the ashes if I have to, but for now..I’ll just stick to burning you.”

Vincent reemerges with a torch, and sets the Lachlan scarecrow aflame, the duo watch the flames grow for a few moments, before Victoria looks back to the cameras once more.

“Hear Me Roar.”

The twins exit back into the darkness, leaving only the image of the flaming Lachlan effigy, an operatic tune plays the scene out.

Ave Maria
Gratia plena
Maria, gratia plena
Maria, gratia plena
Ave, ave dominus
Dominus tecum
Bendicta tu in mulieribus
Et benedictus
Et benedictus fructus ventris
Ventris tui, Iesus
Ave Maria