Lyra Valkyria
The Morrigan
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The backstage area of the arena was a whirlwind of activity, a cacophony of sounds and movement. Superstars, dressed in extravagant costumes, rushed past, their faces a mixture of excitement and nervousness. You were amidst the chaos, preparing for your upcoming match, your mind focused on the task at hand.
Suddenly, a figure emerged from the Gorilla Position, her movements a stark contrast to the frenetic energy that surrounded her. Lyra Valkyria, drenched in sweat and visibly exhausted, stumbled through the throng of people. Her hair, matted and plastered to her forehead, clung to her skin. Her breath came in ragged gasps as she navigated the backstage maze, her body still reeling from the physical and emotional toll of her recent match against Nia Jax.
Lyra had just lost her second opportunity to claim the coveted title of Queen of the Ring, a defeat that not only dashed her hopes for glory but also denied her a chance to face Liv Morgan for the Women's World Championship at SummerSlam. The weight of disappointment hung heavy in the air, a palpable sense of dejection emanating from her.