Lyra

The lights were off all across the arena. Then all you could was the sound of laughter which started off normally and then the laughter would became increasingly unhinged to the point of insanity. Then as the lights would come on and what looked like a girl strapped onto a thing similar to what Hannibal lector was strapped on to in silence of the lambs. As she was the girl who was wearing a straight jacket began to become even more animated as Heathens by twenty one pilots began the air in the arena began to change it suddenly became colder. The expression on the fan in the arena became on of pure unadulterated fear



She made her way towards the ramp and she would look at the ring thinking of which poor unfortunate fool she would beat into a bloody pulp today. As she was walking down towards the ramp her movements would become more erratic in nature and she would appear more and more unhinge. She would enter the ring by climbing up the steel steps and enter the ring through the middle rope



R/A From Salem, Massachusetts. Weighing in at 120 pounds.. She is the Psycho Nightmare She is Lyra





As her name was being announced she would kneel in the middle of the ring and she would lay back until her heels would touch her back then she would get up and go to her corner of the ring and take the straight jacket off and wait for her opponent or attack them it's up to her and she has not really made up her mind yet