Fourth Match

[Allura Desmonds]

Fourth Match
Cage Match
Denise vs Pax Halliwell

RP Limit: 2 Per Person
Deadline: 11/08/19 at 11:59pm eastern time
Grace Period: 11/10/19 at 11:59pm eastern time
Good Luck

[thedeathbringer]

Act 1: In search of Ambros

"It's never a good idea to cross me. I'm not a nice person. I will smile as I try to figure out where to put the ice pick."

The scene opens on the beautiful city of Glasgow Scotland. The smell from fireplaces seemed to drift on the air, mixing with the fresh sea air fro the River Clyde filled ones senses. The night was filled with a little bit of light from the streetlights that lined the cobbled stone sidewalks gave off a gentle glow. The sound of horns, and cars moving along the streets filled the night, even for as late as it was. The sound of a motorcycle is soon heard breaking the night, and it stops in front f where Ambros was last seen. The rider hops off and removes the skull looking helmet, and we see that it is Denise. She looks up at the dilapidated office building as her anger rises. A voice pierces the still air filled with power and dread echoing through out the shadows.

Voice: He is no longer here.

She turns and looks behind her trying to find the voice. A tall, powerful,, handsome, and imposing figure steps but the darkness clings to him like a lover. Inky black hair like liquid midnight covers his visage. It is the father of Ambros, Darkson, The Dark Messiah. Denise lets out a sigh of relief and relaxes some as she sees him coming from the shadows.

Denise: What are you doing here?

Darkson: Same as you trying to find my son. I tracked him here but they blocked his presence from me. A difficult task to accomplish but not impossible as Evan Storm proved with Katsa.

Denise: I should have went with him. At least then I could have helped him take these assholes down.

Darkson: If he came alone they either threatened you or Katsa, most likely both knowing he can't be in two places at once.

Denise punches the brick wall in front of her, not feeling the pain move through her hand at the time, or the blood that was starting to drip down her arm.

Denise: I have to find him.

Darkson: We will. We know the Forsaken do not have the free will to plan this. That leaves Lachlain, Anna, Calypso, but my thoughts bring me to Vargas...

Denise: Vargas? Why?

Darkson: I think he is the one pulling the strings. Denise folds her arms in front of her and nods.

Denise: It's possible. I mean the others don't really seem like they have the ability to be in charge.

Darkson: Find him and we might find Ambros.

Denise: When I do I'll make him talk. Even if I have to beat it out of him. I'll find Ambros.

Darkson: I will talk with Venus and Hex Girl see if they can see anything.

Denise: Good idea. I'll keep looking. Maybe I'll find a trail.

Darkson: Watch your back, stay safe. Ambros would never forgive me if anything happened to you, nor would Katsa.

Denise smiles softly as a piece of her long raven hair falls into her face.

Denise: I'll be fine. God help anyone that steps in my way. It's not going to be a pleasant experience.

Darkson: I do not doubt your skill nor deadliness. But many great warriors have fallen to treachery, never forget Lu Bu.

Denise nods.

Denise: I know. I'll be careful.

Darkson: I am just a whisper away.

Denise: You're just like the old man. No one speaks his name in fear of having him sitting beside them.

Darkson: We go way back.

She smirks.

Denise: So do we... I'm going to go look around. Check in with Venus. She has that weird sight. She might be able to track Ambros.

Darkson nods stepping back into the shadows and becoming engulfed in darkness. Denise steps into the darkness of the building, letting her eyes adjust to the darkness around her. Soon a dim light appears in front of her, as she uses her phone for a light.

Denise: When I get my hands on them... But I can't focus on them right now. I have a match coming up on Assault. It's a shame that it's after Halloween. But I guess beggars can't be choosers. I know I'm facing off against Pax and I really don't know what to say. Our match in Champions Run was tossed out because of the Forsaken. But not this time. I'm making sure I get the win, and keep those fools at bay. I know that your brothers and Venus will be watching your back, and I have my family watching mine. I've watched some of your matches and I have to say you and your brother haven't had a whole lot of luck.

Denise moves through the empty building letting the light move over everything.

Denise: They didn't leave anything behind! Damn it! Where did they take you? I swear I will find you no matter where they took you.

Denise sighs as she kicks something with a metallic sound. She looks down, and sees something shinning in the light from her phone. She bends down and picks it up. It was Ambros's wedding band. She wraps her hand around it, and closes her eyes. She opens them and they flash red before going to their normal blue color.

Denise: Pax forgive me for not really looking forward to our match. I'm worried about what is going happen to Ambros if I don't find him. Don't get me wrong I will do whatever I have to do win this match and walk out of there the winner, and leave you once again with nothing. It's nothing personal... It's all business Pax... That's all. The Deathbringer comes and she comes for thee. See you soon and good luck, you're going to need it.

Denise soon turns and walks out of the building and back toward the Harley that sat in front of the building. She grabs the helmet and places it over her head, as the skull on it is seen once again. The Harley soon roars to life once again, and she speeds off into the night, as the scene fades to black.

[Pax Halliwell]

Act None: Ambros Isn't Here, Man!

*'Twas a cold, dark day in downtown Belfast, Northern Ireland.  The temperature had dropped to a very chilly 4ºC or 39.2ºF.  Breath was almost visible should one exhale.  Although not visible, traffic could be heard some distance away.  Here, an eerie calm seemed to settle over the area.  The wind was so stifiling that you could barely speak because of dry mouth.  The wind, somehow, would absorb all the moisture out of the very air itself!  Some snow was on the ground already although it wouldn't stay long.  The aroma of snow,  that feeling that you think snow is about to fall through your olfactory sense, permeated the entire city.  Autumn had definitely arrived here in the United Kingdom.  One could tell simply by glancing at his or her watch and noticing how murky, gloomy and downright somber it was at only 3:30 local time.  Standing outside the Stormont Parliament buildings, a lone figure came into view.  Dressed in black from his sunglasses to the foot-long, leather trench coat, to the Doc Martens-style boots he was wearing, The Charmed One Pax Halliwell seemed to be in mood.  The camera crossed the street and met up with Pax who was standing on the short stairs that lead up to the Lord Carson Statue.*

Pax: I suppose you're looking for comments or some such about my upcoming match against Denise; correct?

*The camera moved up and down in a nodding gesture.  Pax heaved a great sigh and started to speak.*

Pax: Fine.  There's a lot of talk going around the NCW about a great many subjects; who kidnapped Ambros and why, mine and Primus's win/loss record, and I'm sure a few other things.  As far as The Power Of Two's record goes, well, it's none of your damned business, now, is it?  We know we have serious work to do and we are starting to do it.  Now... everybody seems to want to know who kidnapped Ambros.  To be honest, I couldn't give less than a... well, I really don't give a damn about that subject.  Rest assured, I and my family have had nothing to do with it.  Denise, that diversion, if you will, is going to be your downfall.  You may be 100% when it comes to the physical, but I can tell your mind is a virtual shambles right now... all the better for me.  You see, Denise, you have to know exactly what you're doing when it comes to competing in a steel cage.  To win this thing, you have to either escape through the door or, more daringly, climb over the top and down to the floor.  Either way, Both feet must touch the floor.  Can you comprehend that, Denise? Or is your currently feeble mind still fixated on attempting to find Ambros's location?  Ordinarily, your mind isn't so clouded... much unlike today's weather.  I strongly suggest that you concentrate and align your thoughts to the task at hand.  If you can manage that, we will have a great match.  If you can't... well, even if you CAN, you'll have to content yourself with watching me either stroll through that door or climb that cage.  I'm not asking for your rage Denise... merely your clarity of thought.  You know what needs to be done so far as to enter the cage against me.  Beyond that, I would say that you're out of luck.  I will offer one bit of solace for your evidently troubled brain.  My family will play absolutely no part in my defeating you.  Victory, by me, will be achieved through these hands, these feet and this brain... and occasionally a rap to your head via the cage wall.

*A few cars, coming from both directions, started to pass by.  It seemed the road was starting to become well used.*

Pax: Please don't misunderstand me, Denise.  I find nor gain pleasure in taking advantage of a currently unstable, emotional cripple as yourself.  I merely am playing the cards that I have been dealt; just as you must.  It's just too bad for you that you have the losing hand.  The highest card in your hand is a deuce and it will never come close to matching my royal flush.  Were this a game of cribbage, you could rightly consider yourself skunked. Pleased to beat you... so mote it be.

*Pax reached into his coat and pulled out a cigarette and a lighter.  He lit the smoke and inhaled deeply before walking towards the right; out of the camera shot.  The scene faded to black shortly thereafter.*