Main Event

[Allura Desmonds]

Main Event
Hell in a Cell Match
Anna Raven Jade © vs Denise De’Vil

RP Limit: 2 Per Person
Deadline: 02/08/20 at 11:59pm eastern time
Grace Period: 02/10/20 at 11:59pm eastern time
Good Luck

[thedeathbringer]

Act 1: Memories of Love


The scene opens on the beautiful little town of Sleepy Hollow. The early morning sun moved over the town, passing over the snow covered ground, and the tall dead trees. The flowers were long since buried underneath the snow, and the smell of fireplaces drifted on the air, as soft swirls could be seen drifting on the air. The camera moves over the quiet streets and soon comes to a stop on a home that is all to familiar. It belonged to Denise and Ambros. The camera moves to the interior of the home where we see it is darkened and what is left of a fire in the fireplace slowly smokes out. The camera moves up the stairs and into the master bedroom where we see a four poster bed, with heavy deep blue curtains pulled back revealing, Denise lying with Ambros. Ambros has one arm behind his head. The other around her shoulder his hand caressing down her spine. His long raven hair is back his eyes closed to slits his breathing calm and a smile resides on his face. Denise lays with her eyes closed and her raven hair framed her face. Her head rests on his shoulder, with an arm draped across him, with a soft smile.

Denise: That was... That was amazing.

Ambros: It always is.. I love being with you.

Denise opens her eyes and smiles letting her deep blue eyes look deep into his eyes.

Denise: I love you. I don't think I've ever felt this way about anyone. I've had lovers, but the feeling... The feeling has been different.

Ambros: You are the only one to ever touch my heart and break through the walls of pain I put forth. You are my everything.

Denise: As you are mine. You have my heart.

Ambros continues to caress her back his other hand moves from behind his head and takes her hand in his and laces their fingers together. The ring that is on her left hand shimmers in the sun that had managed to creep into the room.

Denise: Ever since we have joined as one, it feels like our souls are one.

Ambros: They are always and forever.

He strokes her ring on her left hand.

Ambros: Do you still have the ring my father gave you?

Denise nods.

Denise: I do. I have it put somewhere safe.

Ambros: Any ideas what you want to do with it?

Denise: Not yet. I would like to have a child, but I don't know if that is what I want to use it on. I'm going to wait...

Ambros: I will be happy with whatever choice you make, but I certainly would not mind having a child with you. I am sure you have more goals in the ring you wish to accomplish first and I support that. If you do decide to use it to conceive make sure I'm not the one carrying the baby I don't think I could survive trying to push a baby out.

Present Day

She laughs and kisses him deeply. He kisses her deeply. The scene slowly fades into the darkness. Denise opens her eyes as she reaches over and realizes that Ambros isn't there and she isn't in her home. She was still in Du Lac Manor, as his guest. She sits up and sighs looking at the barren ring finger on her left hand. It felt strange not having it, upon her hand. She slips from the bed, dressed in a short pair of dark shorts and a shirt that hung off of her shoulders. Her long raven hair framed her face as she stretched. She soon walks across to the closet and opens it tossing clothes out and soon gets dressed. She now wore a pair of black pants that seemed to cling to all of the right places. A tight fitting top with a deep red rose on the back of it. Her long hair was now brushed out, and draped down her back, as she walked out of the room and out into the long stretch of hall. She moves along the hallway and stops when she smells something sweet drifting from a door that was open. She soon sees Emily standing by a table with a book in front of her. Emily looks up from the book and smiles.

Emily: Good morning!

Denise: Hey... You're up early.

Emily: I haven't been to bed.

Denise: I see... Is the old man home?

Emily looks at her with a puzzled look on her face.

Denise: Seph?

Emily: I didn't hear him come in last night. Did you need him for something?

Denise: No, it's alright. Tell him I'll be back later. I have to go and see someone.

Emily: Sure thing. Oh something came for you this morning.

Emily hands her what appears to be a small card with the words "They have me but they don't have me!" Denise looks at it, and flips it over. She looks at Emily and back at the note in her hand.

Denise: There's no address. Where did this come from?

Emily: I’m not sure. I found it on the doorstep this morning.

Denise: Someone knows that I’m here… And I know if one of those assholes came anywhere near the house we would have known about it.

Emily: True.

Denise: I’m going to head out. If you need anything call.

Emily: I can take care of myself.

Denise smiles nodding.

Denise: I know you can... It’s my job to keep you safe… I’ll be back soon.

Denise turns and walks down the hallway with her boots clicking on the floor under her as she walked to the stairs. She makes her way down the stairs and out the front door. She opens the door and heads out into the cool day. She places the helmet on her head, as she sits on the back of the black harley as it roars to life. She soon heads down the long stretch of road and heads toward the empty countryside.

Denise: (Voice Over) Second, I finished second! Where did you finish? Or rather when did you jump out? I had you dead to rights in that match Anna and yet you took the coward’s way out. Of course why should I expect less from you? All of you are cowards! The thing is you have started something that you cannot finish. The numbers game is over! You have two people that I care about and when I get them back, there will be nothing left of you or any of you for that matter.

She smiles under the helmet, as she moves along the long stretch of road. The tall barren trees move past her as it soon gives way to a small town. She moves quickly through the town passing by the local shops,as she does.

Denise: (Voice Over) Anna there is no escape in this match, there’s no way in or out of that cell. There is only the door and I will not let you walk away from this match, not in one piece at least. This is my revenge, and I will take great joy and pleasure in what I am going to do to you. What happened in Genocide is going to be nothing compared to what I’m going to do to you in this one!

The scene soon changes to what appears to be another point in time. The town fades away and soon all that is seen is a quiet tavern on the side of the road. The sound of horse hooves are heard, making its way toward the wood tavern that sat brightly lit. The sound of voices, drifts from within the walls, as a shadow moves across the ground and the sound of boots and spurs click along the dirt road. The figure draped in the long black cloak moves to the door and opens it.Soon the figure pulls the hood back and we see that it is Denise. Her dark blue eyes look around the tavern and moves to the fireplace and sits in front of it. A hand soon taps her on her shoulder and she smiles seeing the silver haired man as the scene fades.

Denise snaps from her thoughts as she stares at an empty space where a lone sign now stood. Denise sighs, as she read it. “Here once stood the “Black Thorn Tavern” where the legend of a young woman had warned the American’s of the coming of a small group of Red Coats. She warned the men of George Washington that were staying there and took off back into the night. No one knows who she was, or where she came, but they gave her a name. The Dark Rider, or the Lady of the Black Thorn, causing the owners to change the name from “Walker Tavern” to the Black Thorn Tavern.

Denise: (Voice Over) In the past I was known as a guardian, a savior, someone that was willing to risk it all. That’s never changed. Anna you have done something stupid, and stepped into a place where you don’t belong. You don’t have a spine, let alone the strength to take me down on your own. I’m not alone, but I don’t need others to fight for me. I never have. I have allies that will come to my aid when asked, not when needed. I can fight on my own, I’ve never needed help, and even Ambros knew that. That’s why we make such a great team. You don’t have the real thing. All you have is the empty shell. His heart, his soul, and his love are all buried deep within but they still burn for me as mine do for him. You have him under your spell but not for long. When I am done with you Anna, you will wish that you never stepped to me. There will be no mercy for you...In the famous words of one of the Manson Girls, Susan Atkins said to a dying Sharon Tate “Woman, I have no mercy for you.”

Denise hops back onto her bike, and rides off once again, as the scene fades to black.



The scene opens on a hospital that seemed quiet on the outside. The night was dark but the hospital itself was lit from top to bottom. The doors slide open and we see Denise standing in the doorway removing the wide brimmed hat from her head. She walks past the ER filled with people and heads toward the elevators. She presses the button and waits for the numbers to come down, as she leans against the wall. The doors soon open and she steps inside pressing the button to go to the floor where she would find who she was looking for. The doors close, and soon open again, and she steps out onto the floor. Her boots click along the cleaned floor, as the smell of cleaning products drift on the air. The unearthly glow of the fluorescent lights shining on the polished white floor and walls give the silent hall a horror movie feel. As if any moment from the shadows a ghostly entity will try to drag you away to the realms of the afterlife. She walks along slowly, with the echo's from her footfalls.

Young male voice: May I help you?

Denise turns and sees the young man standing in the hallway.

Denise: I came to see you.

The young man smiles green eyes shimmering like Ambros but more almond shaped his light blond hair defying his more Asian features. He bows his head.

Young Man: Of course we are family.

Denise smiles as she bows in response.

Denise: Thank you Miho.

Miho: My pleasure. Would you care for some coffee?

Denise: Yes please.

Miho leads her to a small office with tan carpeting. He gets a paper cup and pours her some coffee.

Miho: It's not great but it keeps you awake in long shifts.

She takes the cup and smiles softly.

Denise: I'm sorry that I dropped by without notice... But I need your help.

Miho: I sensed you when you entered the building, it gave me a chance to clean up.

Miho removes his long white doctor's coat revealing a white shirt with a blue tie. He hangs up the coat and sits in a chair motioning for her to take a seat in a brown leather chair. Denise sits down across from him, and leans back in the chair.

Denise: I wish I could figure out what to do... I mean they have Ambros under some sort of spell or something.... I've seen within his mind and everything and it's like a pool of darkness that he is stuck in.

Miho: Our family has always had a weakness towards drugs they hit us harder than most others and Ambros is the most susceptible of us. While they probably used charms and tortures, I feel it is mind altering drugs they are using on him.

Denise: I figured that much. Darkson said the same thing.

Miho: It is hard to counteract drugs when someone is allergic.

Miho pauses as if in thought. Denise takes a drink from the cup and looks over at him.

Denise: What is it?

Miho: I could get you deeper into Ambros' mind. I am stronger in telepathy than your friends. They have other gifts I do not like clairvoyance and divinations. But even then it would be risky and may not even be successful.

Denise: Anything would be a help.

Miho: I also think the best way to fight the drugs might be if you are able to get him away from his captors I could hold him in a sensory deprivation chamber until he detoxes.

Denise: I think that would be for the best. I know that when I get him away from them, he won't be the same at first... And they have Katsa too... I'm not even sure how that happened.

Miho: Alex...

Denise: I should have known. He gave them Genesis as a gift, and Lilith and the others followed behind.

Miho: I would have warned you but it took weeks to recover

Denise: It's alright. It was just a surprise to see them all at Genocide.

She puts her hand in her pocket and pulls out a small piece of paper and hands it to Miho.

Denise: I also got this... I don't even know where it came from.

He opens it and all that is on it is "They have me, but they don't have me." Miho looks at it.

Miho: Looks like Aurora's writing. She seems so... chaotic because her mind is fractured and chaotic. They may have some of her but no one can contain all of her.

Denise: That's what I was thinking. If I can a hold of her then I might be able to snap her out of it.

Miho: She is harder it's like playing roulette. You can guess and predict but taking in all the data still has a chance.

Denise: True. Plus they have her somewhere I can't get to...

Miho: They use her as bait for your brother, they are trying to draw you two in.

Denise: I'm trying to keep my distance but its hard to do. I want to take the fight to them Miho...

Miho: You may need to call on unlikely allies

Denise nods and gets to her feet.

Denise: I know. The rest of the roster can't stand them either after Genocide. I'll look for allies if nothing else.

Miho: The hospital has also beefed up security. A bit too late, but then again Alex would have just hurt them too. Allura hasn't let Alex back has she?

Denise: He was at Genocide, but I somehow doubt that he'll be welcomed back.

Miho: Good...

Miho looks out the window into the darkness.

Miho: He won't be very happy.

Denise smiles.

Denise: When is he ever happy?

Miho: This time he will be angry

Denise: I think we can handle him... Plus I did something that no one else would.

Miho: What is that?

Denise: I brought back the old man... Du Lac is back.

Miho: What will you do if they send Ambros after Du Lac?

Denise: I'm more worried about what Du Lac will do when they come after him. He doesn't mess around. But I already told him I want Anna... I'll deal with her myself.

Miho: I hope you the best of luck and wish you great success.

Denise: Thank you Miho.

Denise smiles and walks to the door. Miho stands and walks her to the door.

Miho: Give everyone my love.

Denise: I will.

Denise walks out the door and heads back down the long hallway, as she seems to fade into nothingness.

[Apocalypse]

(O.O.C.: Scene Two: Banishment of a Doll contains discussion of abuse.)



Scene One: Control.



The scene opens up and we can see Anna looking at a computer screen. She seems off put by something. She is looking at the card for Friday Night Assault. She sees the matches everyone has, and then she sees the main event. For a fraction of a second her face falters just slightly. She pushes it out of her mind, and decides to take a look at any coverage for the show. She finds Denise' promotional package and watches it. At times her face twitches, at times she subconsciously clenches her fist. Her face changes and it seems almost as I'd Anna has melted away completely.



Dark: Anna, you are nothing but a weak host. I let you try to handle Genocide on your own. I let you crash and burn ALONE. You are not ready for a match like Hell in a Cell. You are but a child. It is time for me to take hold and set your world back on track. Denise can be beaten, you've beaten her. However that was a different environment.



Suddenly Anna screams as blood drips from her eyes, and her ears. When she opens her mouth her tongue is black, and almost looks as if it is covered in a thick oil like substance.



Anna: No, I will not let you tear me from my family, my babygirl. I will fight you. I am not as weak as you think I am. I am Anna Raven Jade, I am a survivor of an evil child trafficking ring. You may be the sorceress, and you may be more powerful when it comes to the dark arts, however when it comes to people you are nothing.



Anna's eyes her beautiful starburst blue eyes flare black momentarily and then nothing, they've gone from blue, to white.



Dark: Denise you talk about us having nowhere to run. You talk about how we jumped out of the ring. You call us coward. We left the match because we wanted to be as ready as possible for when we faced off against you next. You call us coward? Why, because we take advantage of the blessings afforded us by our family? Run? How cute. The thing you seem to be glossing over is the fact that if we can't run then neither can you. We don't want to run, we want to grab you by the throat and squeeze until you are nothing more than a lifeless husk. We are Marie-Claire and we are one with the darkness which crawls over the earth.



Marie-Claire bends down and picks up Anna's Siren's Championship. She admires it and then tosses it into a hole behind her. She laughs, then leans forward into the camera.



Marie-Claire: We don't exist to hold Championships. We don't cater to the flounders, and the fledglings of the Neo faithful. We have but one purpose. We are here to spread pain, and devastation. Denise, you talk as if We have something to be worried about being locked inside that evil structure with you. In truth, it is you who should be worried. You're the one who needs to contemplate just what it means to be trapped in Hell with us. Injury, injury doesn't scare us. We've been wrestling for a month with three fractured ribs. An insurmountable task? Again not something We worry about. Going into the Genocide Rumble, fractured ribs, and everything else . . . We BOUGHT the first entry. We are no strangers to people thinking We are weak, unworthy, insignificant, We were once even referred to as a bug on the windshield of life. Does any of this cause us to stop, even for a moment? NO. We intend to kick your ass. We intend to show you what a real Hell is, and believe me Hell isn't steel, canvass, and ropes. Hell in this world is a state of mind, and while you are close to it, you have yet to truly arrive at its doorstep.



Marie-Claire stands, and taking a bottle walks back to where she had tossed the Siren's Championship. After a moment, and a couple of minor movements, there is a roaring fire where the belt was laying. At this the scene fades to black.



Scene Two: Banishment of a Doll.



Anna sits alone in a dark, and foggy world. She seems afraid, something unusual for her. She is moving around frantically It is almost as if she is not only in the dark, but suddenly blind. There is no smells, no flowing air, other than a sweetness to the air around her, there is nothing. A moment later there is a footfall, then another, and another and they seem to be moving closer to her. She moves around quickly afraid to be exposed to an unknown threat while in a state of blindness. Seconds later a light brush of fingertips, then lips lightly press against her forehead. Someone is kissing her.



Anna: Nightbringer? Am . . . Ambrose is that you?



A faint giggle is heard and it echoes almost deafeningly for Anna as tears roll down her cheek.



Marie-Claire: No little frail girl, it is not the man we stole from that harlequin Denise. It is I, the true power behind us. The real reason you survived your Father's abuse, and destructive treatment.



Anna: He was a vile man, and yes I would have . . . should have died from the things that were done to me. You saved me, but now I don't need you.



Marie-Claire: You don't need me? Tell me about the time you were locked in a cage, and what was done to you. Tell me what happened and how you got free.



Anna's eyes close, and more tears stream down her face. A projection flares to life . . . that little girl from many years ago is seen trapped in a tiny cage not really even big enough for a person of her diminutive size. She is probably eleven by this point. She appears to have been abused, and even worse. She is crying, she is shaking, and her head is completely bald. After a few minutes a voice can be heard from somewhere outside the room.



: You little shit, shut your damned mouth before I come in there. If I have to come in there I will make it so that you can't cry.



Little Anna: I . . . I'm sorry, don't tell Papa. I'll be a good girl. I'll shut up.



Anna's eyes flare from stardust blue to flaming red, and they fade to a complete, and endless void. She mutters a few unintelligible words, and when she reaches out and touches the metal bars of the cage they melt away as if they were sugar in the rain, all but one. She stands and walks to the door of the room. She opens it, and chuckles. There is a man sitting in a lounge chair. She walks over to him, almost as though in a trance. She raises her arm, and suddenly that single bar which was unaffected by the incident earlier is drive through the mans chest. Anna didn't move, or even really breath. The scene fades back to Anna, and Marie-Claire. Marie has an evil grin on her face, as she glares at Anna.



Marie-Claire: You say you don't need anyone? You say that you can handle the battles of your life on your own? Tell me, who took care of that problem? Who eliminated that man when he threatened you?



Anna looks down tears in her eyes.



Anna: You did, but I never would have wanted him dead.



Marie-Claire: That's right WE took care of him. Yes We KILLED him, but he deserved it given what he was doing to you, and probably many, many other girls. And who was it that kept your Father from killing you, when he came home and found his associate dead? It was US. WE have saved your life many times little girl, and We will continue to do so until sich a time, as We decide that it doesn't benefit us anymore. Our time is limited, so We have sent your daughter to her Grandmother until We have finished what we set out to do.



Anna is suddenly in a cage, and she screams out in anger. The scene fades out as Marie-Claire walks over to her and whispers something in her ear. As the scene fades Anna tries to escape, but she is shocked, then darkness. No light, no smells, no sounds.



Scene Three: Oblivion.



Marie-Claire Is wandering through a field, there is snow, and ice, and something else. She is actually walking through an apple orchard. Many of the trees have fallen, or been split from the strain of the ice. She waves her hand, as she does one of the trees still standing shatters. Marie-Claire laughs as shards rain down around her, as she continues her walk through the rows, and rows of fallen dead trees.



Marie-Claire: Denise, you and I have something in common. We seem to share an affinity for the darkness. The darkness in which others cower, or melt with the opressive negativity that people like us feed upon in the dark, evil of this world. You will not have to worry about Katsa, or Ambrose once We finish with you, because once We do either We will be dead, or you will join us.



She holds up a Championship belt, but it isn't the Siren's Championship. It is a darker, and more stoic belt covered in dollar signs. She proudly puts it around her waist. Then she walks further through the orchard, eventually coming to a burned down farmhouse. She walks confidently, and proudly into the walk in basement. She chuckles while looking around at the charred dead home gathered around her. She leans her arm against one of the supports and grins.



Marie Claire: Denise, this old charred house is like the rotting, broken mind of Our toy, the "Nightbringer" Anna thought she was being cute when she named him that. We just thought it was going to work nicely as a slap in the face of the "Deathbringer". Denise, We want to protect the host. Our desire to protect the host leaves us with only one choice. You want your family back? You want your love? Then we have only ONE choice. After this Hell in a Cell match, and after our Championship defense at the Pay Per View We will give you one more shot, in a match of OUR CHOOSING. If you win, We will relinquish our hold on your family. We will give you back the people you CLAIM to hold dear, and we will give you another Championship match. However if you fail then you lose any claim to the "Nightbringer", and his sister Katsa. Ontop of that, you will leave the host alone. If you, or ANY of yours go after her then WE will burn you, and your family to the ground. We will bring a contract to Assault with us. The key to this signing will be that if you breech this verbal stipulation, then you will be forced to retire from the world of wrestling. See you in a few short hours.



Marie-Claire stands steady even as the charred remains of the house fall down around her. The scene fades as the dust, and the rubbke shift, and then come to rest on top of her all the while a shill laugh can be heard rising from under the ruins of this old home. Before the scene fully fades a plaque comes into focus. It reads The Jade Dollhouse.