It was like her whole world was falling apart around her. She had no crown, no championship, and now her brother had completely lost his mind and pushed her away as well.
Her recent lack of success was weighing on her mind as well, two failed opportunities to become the number one contender to Kayla Richards.
She knew she was good enough, great even. You don't break records in the Bombshell Roulette Division like she had by being not good enough. So what had really changed?
Maybe it was Vincent. She had been at her best before his arrival, so maybe he was the problem. If he wanted to do things on his own then she had no other choice but to do things on her own, just like she did before he showed up in SCW.
She needed to return to that form. Crown or not she needed to be the queen of SCW because that's who she was. That's what made her the most successful. She needed to be that callous bitch that everybody loved to hate.
Her first new order of business was to make an example out of Candy, because if there is one thing Victoria wasn't, it was sweet.
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Victoria didn't just find herself at Miami Beach for leisure, sure that was part of it and the margarita did a lot to help but she was also out here quietly scouting the area.
She needed to see where the currents came in strongest our weather waves crashed the hardest because she intended to bury Candy in the perfect spot. She was insulted at the very fact she even had to face someone she considered so out of her league. So she very much intended to send a message, a very violent message
Not like her insolent brother of course. No, she wanted to hear the screams. She wanted to hear the suffering because that was her favorite part.
Her eyes scanned around the beach as she sipped her margarita. Right now all the tourists were out enjoying themselves, kids were playing and the music filling the airwaves was full of “la pasion.”
But when violent conduct rolled around all that would change because she intended to stain the beach with Candy's blood, but that wasn't enough there was so many ways she can bring pain and terror.
Open some wounds and throw her in the ocean, let the salt water do its work. That could be fun. She was already planning to bury Candy to her neck in sand, as per rules of the match but she needed the waves to be crashing down on her as well, and then perhaps unleash scorpions or ants upon her. Then again, they were on a beach, maybe she should just be thematic and use crabs.
She had plenty of time to decide what malice to bring upon Candy, who in her opinion was the most annoying bombshell in the locker room.
The perky attitude, the glitter, everything about her was just everything Victoria wasn't. It was like, grow up already little girl we're not preteens anymore, we're grown ass women and this is going to be a fight.
That's what separated her from Candy and Victoria knew it. Candy had no edge to her, this was all fun and games for Candy and for Victoria it was business. A business she had known her entire life, she had beaten better women than Candy and she had decimated better women than Candy.
But Candy was who they gave her probably as some sort of consolation prize because she came up short in her opportunities to get a world championship match.
But those women who had beaten her for those championship opportunities were at the very least actual competition. Bella Madison and Frankie Holliday were at least able to bring her a fight. Something she didn't believe Candy was going to be able to do.
Maybe Candy would prove her wrong, but she found that doubtful. She would use Candy as an example, make Candy her plaything and make Christian Underwood and the rest of this new management team regret putting her out there with someone so beneath her.
Yes they would regret their decision, they will have nobody to blame but themselves for what happens to Candy at Violent Conduct.
For now she would just enjoy her Margarita and maybe consider burying Candy right over there where the waves seemed just slightly bigger as they crashed on the shore.
Maybe Candy was onto something, maybe this was going to be fun. But not the kind of fun Candy envisioned, it was going to be the type of fun Victoria enjoyed.
The kind that ended with blood screams and anguish.
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It's late into the evening as the cameras open up on Victoria Lyons casually walking down the shores of South Miami Beach. Other people are walking past and around her but they seem almost like ghosts, non-entities as the cameras stay completely focused on and follow the self-proclaimed queen of SCW.
“Oh Candy, sweet sweet Candy” Victoria said “I have to wonder how this company could do this to you. Why would they put you in this sort of match against someone like me? I mean you're a nice girl, you're cheerful, kind and friendly. I'm vicious, callous and violent and I especially don't like annoying little girls like you.”
She continues walking, moving past some passing tourists.
“A little girl who never grew up.” said Victoria “I mean what sort of grown woman plays with glitter? Is that really your trump card? Glitter? If so then this is going to be easier than I thought. Getting glitter in my hair is going to be a mild inconvenience to me, but the pain and punishment I afflict upon you will haunt your dreams for a lifetime."
She gets that arrogant smirk we've come to know as it appears beneath an unsettling laugh.
“If you want my advice you should listen to the voices.” said Victoria "Yeah I saw your little interview a few weeks ago with Miss Rocky Mountains. Those voices you were hearing calling you a loser, do you know who they belong to? Because they belong to you. Those voices are your innermost feelings trying to come to the surface and help you.”
She takes a short pause.
“You should embrace your true feelings Candy.” Victoria said “Take it from someone who once upon a time gave into her own voices. I used to be weak like you, but then I listened to my true self and now I'm a record breaker and one of the most dominant Bombshells on this entire roster. But you are too worried about seeking approval, you want them to like you and see you as this kind sweet friendly girl. But you don't need to be that Candy, and those voices are trying to tell you this. You need to let them in, let them guide you. Let your true self out and don't be concerned about how it makes others feel.”
She takes in a breath and continues along her stroll.
“You need to understand that I'm not going to play nice with you.” Victoria said. “I'm not in a position where I can lose another match. I need to reassert myself. I need to reassert my dominance and I'm going to reassert it over you. You are nothing more than a toy to me. Something I get to play with before I get bored and finish the job by burying you to your neck right here on this very beach. Don't worry I'll make sure to give you a nice view of the ocean as it splashes upon your face.”
She laughs to herself with a sinister tone.
“I will show you what can happen if you listen to the voices.” said Victoria “If you listen to your true self, and give in to your true desires and stop caring what the rest of the world thinks. I'm sure you'll have fun exploding glitter bombs into my face and getting it all in my hair but you want to know what I would do with the glitter bomb?”
She paused and grinned, keeping a slow but steady pace along the beach.
“I would take it and shove it down my opponents throat so they're shitting and vomiting glitter for weeks.” she laughed. “But that's just what I would do. It's that edge that makes me better than you. I'm willing to take it to that next level.”
The camera steadily keeps up with her pace.
“And tell you're willing to do that Candy.” Victoria said “Until you're willing to do what those voices are trying to tell you all you're going to continue to do is to lose to people like Bea Barnhart. The best thing you can do is take this match as a lesson and listen to my advice. After all, look what I did for Harper Mason.”
She smirked arrogantly, as she came to a stop, next to a hole dug out on the beach shore. It's even decorated with flowers and has a small radio next to it.
“I made this for you.” Victoria said “This is where I intend to bury you, and if you were smart when they finally dig you out of this hole you should take it as a rebirth and become a new Candy. A more vicious evil version. The one those voices really want you to be, become a Candy who takes what she wants because she feels like it and doesn't care how anyone else might feel because in Candy's world nothing should be more important than Candy.”
She makes a pause overlooking the little scene she's created.
“I promise I picked a nice spot.” she said “I think you'll like it here. I even brought some friends along to keep you company.”
The camera pans over into the hole where there's a bunch of small shore crabs skittering about. Victoria can be heard laughing in the background.
“We're going to have so much fun my sweet Candy girl.” said Victoria. “And I can't wait to see what I force you to become after I give you no other choice but to listen to your voices, and become a candy that's perhaps a little more sour than sweet.”
She smirks again as she presses play on the the radio as “Sugar Sugar” by The Archies begins to play Victoria sits in the sand with a smile, eerily vibing and singing along to the music as everything fades to black.
“Sugar sugar, oh honey honey, you are my candy girl….”
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She looked down at her half eaten pint of red velvet gelato as she slouched against the headboard of her South Beach Hotel room.
From the TV came an iconic synth opening, because of course they would be playing Miami Vice.
“Nothing says Miami like cocaine and pastel suits.” said Victoria, rolling her eyes at how ridiculous she thought Don Johnson looked.
An annoyed sigh, she clicked the TV off and sat along with her ice cream, the muffled sounds of music coming through her closed balcony door.
She poked around at her gelato thinking about her career since losing her championship. She was supposed to be a queen and she couldn't even really keep it together.
A queen wasn't supposed to eat like this. This wasn't even a name brand Gelato, just some overpriced trash she had picked up from some little pop up store on Ocean Drive.
It was already partially melted and some dripped onto the bedspread. She didn't care, that was the cleaning maids job.
What she did care about was Candy, this was a match she could not lose. She stood up and walked over to the open the balcony door and step out onto the balcony where lively music filled the air.
‘Bamboleiooooo, bamboleia…..’
She imagined Candy was down there prancing around spraying glitter into the air having herself the most wonderful of times.
But Victoria was focused, laser focused on destroying Candy. She was tired of losing, and she knew she could bounce back from a loss to names like Bella Madison or Frankie Holliday but to lose to someone like Candy would ruin her.
She would become a laughing stock because as Candy said herself she even lost to Bea fucking Barnhart.
Was this what Candy wanted? To get into her head so she would overlook her and then Candy would use that as her opportunity to strike? Was Candy even that intelligent?
She stabbed what remained of her gelato. Candy of all people wasn't getting in her head. That immature little piss stain?!
She was wondering too much about the what if. The what if Candy beat her, and not enough about the what would. What would happen when she got her hands on Candy because she knew there was no chance that Candy was going to beat her, and there was no chance that Candy was actually in her head.
She sighed heavily as some announcer came over some speakers set along the beach for the parties.
“And now we will begin the start of our totally '90s hour. Let's kick it off with some Mandy Moore.” the voice came
“You've got to be kidding me.” Victoria muttered to herself as she finished the last bites of Gelato.
‘ I'm craving for you, I'm missing you like candy, yeayaah’
There was a twitch in her lip and she crumpled the gelato cup in her hand and threw it on the balcony floor and angrily stamped on it.
“How dare you taunt me.” she growled wondering who she was even talking to, Candy? Fate? The DJ? Mandy Moore?
Whoever it was it didn't matter, she wouldn't let them get into her head she would destroy Candy and prove that she still belonged competing with the very best SCW has to offer, and that she would be a champion again in the very near future.
She just wanted to be on top again, because that's where a queen deserved to be.
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The camera opens panning across a concrete floor, various candies are strewn about crushed to pieces, lollipops, gobstoppers Smarties turned to dust, M&Ms stomped beneath the weight of someone's feet.
The camera continues passing through a valley of nerds before somebody's Doc Martens come crashing down smashing a collection of Kinder Eggs to pieces, the camera pans to reveal its none other than Victoria Lyons with a crazed look in her eyes.
“You think you're tired of losing Candy?” Victoria hissed, “So am I, and unlike you I am someone to be valued in this company. I am someone that's been touted as the future. I'm someone that has been called one of the best by even her biggest naysayers, whether they admit it or not, everybody who gets in the ring with me has at least some concern and doubt in the back of their mind. Yet recently some might say I might be on my Icarus downfall with the success I've had in recent months.”
What's a primal screech, she angrily smashes the skull of a poor chocolate Santa, before giving the camera an eye roll.
“Oh shut up, it's not even Christmas yet.” she said with a laugh “I will smash Candy's skull just like poor Saint Nick there. As I was creating this sugary masterpiece of destruction you see strewn about before you I even had a wonderful idea involving a jawbreaker inside of a sock, seems like going to make a nice weapon doesn't it?”
As if on cue she reveals she does in fact have a sock with a large jawbreaker inside a handcrafted weapon which she swings around like some sort of ball and chain.
“She's perfect isn't she?” Victoria smiled, “I think the jawbreaker might be the perfect Candy. It's sweet, but destructive. It's got a tough exterior and takes you a while to break it all down. But you're not a jawbreaker are you Candy?”
She pauses for a short moment
“You might be sweet but your last week and brittle as the rest of this Candy.” she said "I'm going to have so much fun with you, so many choices. Do I actually throw you in the crab pit? Or do I change it to scorpions? or maybe ants? Perhaps I just beat you senseless with my jawbreaker sock.”
Her words come almost gleefully and she spins the jawbreaker sock around a little bit more.
“I might just come up with new plans altogether before our little dance in the sand.” said Victoria “Or I might just do all of it. All I'm concerned about is making sure I am the purveyor of your destruction, all I'm concerned about is walking out with the victory. Nothing nice is coming your way Candy. Considering this is a warning. Your best bet would be to run away, because if you choose to enter the Lyons Den and dance in the sand with me, then you had best….be prepared.”
She winks to the camera and starts laughing while swinging around the jawbreaker sock and smashing some of the candy around her beneath her feet gleefully as everything fades to black.
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