The Cleansing Begins

Failure after failure, with a quick tease of success. Victoria Lyons has been walking a very frustrating path since her arrival. Her talent hasn't gone unnoticed, but the lack of any real victory festers in the mind of the young girl who had just wanted to move out of her brother's shadow.

She wanted to quit the business after her loss to Lachlan. She felt like the worst member The Lyons Den. Her cousin Eddie was turning heads over on Conquest. Her cousin Alex currently a top name in the same company that their training school partner Cleo Phillips is World Champion.

So why of a the Lyons Den talent was she the one who couldn't find her way? Why were all the other students of Keevee Kaiser more successful? She was just as good as any of them, quitting was for the weak and Victoria Lyons was not weak. Perhaps NOVA was just sending her through a dark valley to test her resolve and make her stronger in the end. She just better make it happen soon, before Victoria loses her patience.

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The camera pans across a desolate field, dead brush and trees are speckled throughout the environment, as we come to two scarecrows standing side by side, one of them is wearing a El Landerson mask, and the other has a cigarette in its mouth, and a leather jacket, between them is The Head Lyoness herself, Victoria Lyons, twisted smile on her face.

“Hello dearies” she giggled, sending a chill down the viewers spine, “Miss me?”

She giggled to herself once more, before continuing.

“I wanted to leave after my match with Lachlan, I was inches away from the biggest victory in my career, and it was taken from me on a fluke.” she hisses, “Now I’m forced to go back to square one, figure things out and try to get myself some momentum around here. I don’t just want to be a good hand, someone reliable enough to turn up and do their part but not good enough to ever get a real victory. I suppose being a good hand, someone who at least people will take as a serious opponent. I don’t think many people would say that about El Landerson, the Bit Luchadore.”

Her gaze shifts to the masked scarecrow as she moves slightly closer to it.

“You just can’t seem to do much of anything, anywhere can you Landerson?” she continued ,"I know my cousin Alex and his boys have kicked the crap out of you and your daughter Aalyiah over in his company, and now it’s my turn to do the same here in PWE. I do admire your gumption , despite all your failures and losing more matches than you win, you just keep pushing forward. You sort of remind me of this guy called John Blade I once shared a locker room with.”

As she speaks, she circles the Landerson scarecrow, and continues to address it.

“The difference is, you seem to be okay with all your failures, the ol’ dust yourself off and try again attitude, it’s admirable but it’s also pathetic.” she growled, “You shouldn’t be okay with losing so much. I’m not okay with all my loses. But unlike you I refuse to just pass it off like nothing. I choose to take it and let it build a fire inside me, one I will use to watch my opponents burn and leave them with nothing but ashes in their mouth.”

Her brother and manager, Vincent Lyons Jr appears from off camera, with a lit torch, but Victoria waves him away.

“Not yet Vincent, when I’m done.” she said.

Vincent quietly nods, and walks back off camera, still carrying the torch.

“El Landerson, you are the one that has the least chance to win this match, and I know being the underdog is your whole appeal and you’ve been the underdog your whole life being smaller, blah blah blah. The truth is, you just aren’t good enough to win any real matches. I may only have one victory but I at least can say that one victory is over a crowned champion, my ONE victory overpowers all my losses because it was over a champion. It means that I have the potential to be a champion myself. You might defeat a few nobodies here and there, but you will never defeat anyone with any real substance, drive or appeal to them. It’s just facts El Landerson, you simply don’t try hard enough.” spat Victoria

She giggles again, and pats the Landerson scarecrow on the back.

“It’s okay little fella, you can always try again right? And again, and again, and again.” she says cackling to herself in delight.

She shakes her head with a smile at The Landerson scarecrow, before turning to the Casanova English one, an inquisitive look in her eyes.

“Now, you’re of a different breed aren’t you?” Victoria says “I can already tell, just from the look of you and the little bit of information I could find out about you that you are at least better than El Landerson, and you and I might even be cut from the same cloth. Which spells absolute terror for the Bit Luchadore if my assumptions are correct.”

She pauses for a moment, catching her breath and pondering her next words.

“You like hurting people don’t you Casanova?” continues Victoria, “Making them bleed, relishing in their screams. I understand, I enjoy all of that too and in a perfect world, you and I would probably just make an example out of Landerson, taking turns punishing him in whatever horrible ways our twisted minds can create, and what a beautiful symphony of horror that would be…”

Mocking as if shes playing a violin, she hums a melody to herself for a moment.

“But the world isn’t perfect, and you know that don’t you? Your life certainly hasn’t been, my research tells me you haven't had it easy, and that made you the person you are now. I’m many things, but I’m no liar and I had it easy groping up, we had money. My father was able to buy myself and my brother whatever we wanted growing up. Yet while both our paths were different, we still ended up here, playing with madness and enjoying destruction all around us.” Victoria continues on, “In the end, only one of us can win, maybe we can fight over who gets the carcass of El Landerson, and if it comes to that Mr. English, then you will learn the fact that you NEVER take away a carcass from a hungry lioness because that is a one way ticket to getting mauled.”

She makes a motion to Vincent, who soon appears back on camera with his torch, and uses it to light both scarecrows, as Victoria continues speaking.

“It will be my pleasure to introduce you to my brand of madness Casanova, and El Landerson will definitely be a tasty little snack.” says Victoria, “I’ll see you soon boys, and I’ll make all your dreams and aspirations go up in flames. I am the Head Lyoness, and you will…..HEAR ME ROAR”.

Victoria stands with Vincent slightly behind her between both scarecrows as the become engulfed in heavy flame, which also serve to illuminate Victorias eyes, which even illuminated have that uncomfortable sense of darkness within them, fading to black as some lyrics from Victorias theme plays.

##I'm a gravedigger, I'm a flamethrower
I'm a pretty bitch with no makeover
I'm a diamond chain around a violent brain
Tryna hide the pain before it takes over##

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….Victoria.
…Victoria…..
Victoria………
…Victoria…


The voice called to her, waking her from a deep slumber in her Orlando hotel room.

“Nova?” she blinked, rubbing her eyes as she sat up in her bed, gazing at her reflection in the vanity against the opposite wall.

Hello Victoria…

The voice rang again in her mind, “Nova…” she said, “What is this path you have sent me on? When do I get my rightful due?”

…You must worry not about being victorious in combat…
……Be victorious in mind..
..You must be the cleanser…

“Cleanser?” piqued Victoria “I don’t understand…”

Sinners…..
….Saints
…Cleanse them.
Cleanse the earth…

“..You desire me to cleanse the world of sinners and saints.” Victoria questioned, still transfixed on the vanity.

…..Landerson the saint
English the sinner…….
….Victoria The Cleanser…

“I think I understand.” said Victoria, “This world is full of sinners, and full of self righteous saints. You seek for me to cleanse this world of all it’s sinners, and all it’s self righteous heroes, then w shall rebuild in our image.”

You Understand…
…Begin The Cleansing..
…Save Humanity.
…Cleanse The World

Victoria sits upright in bed, smile on her face. NOVA was starting to be more clear. She needed Victoria to be her vessel, so they could cleanse the world of all it’s treachery and sinners. But where there’s sinners, comes the saints, self righteous in their own cause, trying to force others to see their own self righteous image. The world is in dire need of a reboot, a chance to start over, and Victoria now knew it was her job to be it’s cleanser, it’s savior. The cleansing would begin with the downfall of the sinner Casanova English and The Saint El Landerson, but would soon spread across PWE like some sort of infection, taking out all the sinners and saints it comes across.

Let The Cleansing begin.