Cross vs. Pain

[AJ]

Whips, Chains & Steel Ladder Match/ No Count out (winner gets the briefcase hanging above the ring)
25 Minuet time limit
Zena Cross vs. Mistress Pain

*Post your Role Plays below, RP Limit = 2 RP
RP Deadline is on Nov. 30th @ 11pm EST

[Mistress Pain]

Standing in the chamber known only as House of Pain, the lighting is subtle and soft. The source can't be seen, but it's around the cornice in the room, emitting an ambient glow. The walls and ceiling are a deep, dark burgundy, giving a womb-like effect to the spacious room and the floor is old, old varnished wood. There is a large wooden cross like an X fastened to the wall facing the door. It's made of high-polished mahogany and there are restraining cuffs on each corner. Above it is an expansive iron grid suspended from the ceiling, eight-foot square at least and from it hang all manner of ropes, chains and glinting shackles. By the door, two long, polished, ornately carved poles, like spindles from a banister, but longer, hang like curtain rods across the wall. From there swing a startling assortment of paddles, whips, riding crops and funny- looking feathery implements. Beside the door stands a substantial mahogany chest of drawers, each drawer slim as if designed to contain specimens in a crusty old museum. Your mind wonders what is contained in each drawer, but do you really want to know? In the far corner is an oxblood leather padded bench and fixed to the wall beside it is a wooden polished rack that looks like a pool or billiard cue holder, but on closer inspection it holds canes of varying lengths and widths. There's a stout six-foot-long table in the opposite corner-polished wood with intricately carved legs and two matching stools underneath, but what dominates the room is a bed. It's bigger than king sized, an ornately carved rococo four-poster with a flat top. It looks late nineteenth century, under the canopy, I can see more gleaming chains and cuffs.

There is no bedding...just a mattress covered in red leather and red satin cushions piled at one end. At the foot of the bed, set apart a few feet, is a large oxblood chesterfield couch, just stuck in the middle of the room facing the bed. An odd arrangement...to have a couch facing the bed and it seems odd, when really it's mundane piece of furniture in the room. Weirdly, this is our first glimpse into the frightful world of Mistress and so far, I'd have to say that it's a bit off putting seeing all these "toys" hanging from the wall and ceiling. How can anyone give someone so much torment with these things and take pleasure in it? Yet people, especially men, pay big money to be treated in this regard.

Finally we find Mistress dangling a set of handcuffs from one hand and her whip in the other with a wicked smile pasted on her lips.

Mistress Pain-"I see you're admiring my chamber, I decorated it myself. This is where fantasies are reached and reality is crushed. Zena, I'm sure that you have been in a place such as this before because you seem the type that would thrive in here. See here is where I'm the boss, I call the shots and you just follow orders like a good little slave or you get cracked on your bare ass with my friend here."

She wiggles the whip in her hand and there's that smile again.

Mistress Pain-"Now granted our match at Thankskillings, won't be this elaborate, but it is however a whips and chains match, so we can still have a good time just with only two toys. Last week you dangled that carrot in front of me by saying that you had photographic proof of a seedy romance between AJ and Josie, yet you did not keep up your end of the deal by giving me those photos. Well that's fine, you had your reasons I guess, so I hope you'll understand when I tell you that I'm the one that requested this match with you for the evidence in question.

You didn't think that Dax, Sophie or whoever is in charge of this place would actually come up with something this brilliant. No, I gave them a little nudge in the right direction and kaboom, here we are. I think it's only fitting that we have our game reach this height. I will admit that I'm disappointed that I couldn't use my beautifully romantic chamber for such deeds, but then again this might be better for more prying eyes to watch as I punish you. Oh, did I mention the steel ladder? Where is my mind? *giggles* I bet you're wondering how that fits into the equation...that will be our way to the briefcase that hangs above the ring filled with those glorious prints of indecency, which I know will be in my possession by the end of this night. I do hope that you don't bruise easy. Mmmm..until then my sweet, pleasant screams."

Mistress blows a kiss and then bites on the handcuffs that now hang from her mouth with that smile beaming behind the metal.

[Lady F]

Zena had stolen the win over the other three amazons and it all seemed to be done and over with, but she could not resist the offer Queen Sophie made her. Now those photos she had taken while spying on Mr. Riot will be hanging above the ring waiting on herself or Mistress Pain to take them down and gain possession. Riot was free it seems that Revelation had him the entire time. So if she has her pet back why would Pain even care about evidence anymore?

She walks through a part of her hideout that Zena thought she would have no more use for. She had surgical tools laid out on a workbench along with devilish looking whips and thick chains. It still seems as if she can hear the people crying and screaming for mercy as her partners tortured them. That is the difference between herself and Pain.

"I am a boss; I don't need to get my hands dirty I have people to do that for me. I used to be just an apprentice, I used to have to take orders from my Mistress and do anything to get answers she was after. I owe her a lot for what I have learned and there is the laws of nature that must always be upheld. If a person finds themselves targeted by me they brought it upon themselves."

She runs her fingers along the tools on the table picking up one chain and carrying it over to hooks on the wall. She placed the chain on the hooks with ease not forgetting that second nature, and then she steps back admiring her own handiwork. Mr. Sandman had dealt out punishment for her being the brawn to her brain now she has to be careful seeing as how he is siding with Pain. As Zena looks at the surgical tools the things she alone was allowed to touch and use. The human body is surprising the tendencies and muscles that can be cut to inflict pain on a person and yet not kill them. Her military training was something she also never bothered to teach another that her old Mistress had been impressed with. She smirked as the pride sneaks up on her.

"I have been trying to be good. I don't want to hurt people anymore; I do not want the responsibility of deciding who is innocent and who deserves the torment. Maybe just once I want to be ...human. I wonder if Pain ever slips off wishing she could reveal her humanity. I understand though she can't, just the fact she wants these photos amazes me. To everyone else it will appear like a challenge of dominance. I have information she not only wants, but I was able to obtain something she was not."

Zena chuckles about it and places a scalpel back on her bench before turning around now the dentist chair catching her gaze. This match is special in so many ways, not only is it a ladder match but there would be whips and chains and steel all scattered around the ring. She shut her eyes permitting herself just a moment of premonition, images of choking her with a chain and then ripping her flesh with a whip. Pain liked to listen to the same sounds, but Zena I'm a much different way. She opened her eyes with a smug smile across her face. The memories she has tried to repress flood her mind. It was the delight that filled her heart thinking about the briefcase at her fingertips and unhooking the chain dropping it to her hands. Then the look on Pain's face as she realized she was not going to get what she wants.

"Evil...to all the elders I am a sweetheart and it is very true. I am a charmer, I flash my inviting warm smile and gaze at them with my dark kaleidoscope eyes and then catch them in a web. I do not intend to kill or even ingest them, but it doesn't hurt to have minions. There is no good or bad to me there is just right and wrong, I am right you are wrong, those I followed were right therefore so am I."

The preaching and lectures she had underwent to be good at her job popped back in her head. This was starting to kick in she really is the boss around here even though Josie and Angel are opposites they were hungry for scraps compared to what her and Pain fought for. Pride sometimes is much more of a tastier victory then destruction or envy.

"I still could think of the humiliation, it is my job to deliver it. Not just my goal, but my duty. There is a lack of humility around IWS and yet those are the ones not picking a side only fighting for themselves. I am fighting for more of a cause and I am affirmatively where I have been from day one. I serve the Queen and then myself, she asked me to give this match to the people for Thankskilling. I agree it is a perfect gift for the holidays. Most people are so ungrateful, is Pain? She needs a test, she needs to claw and climb her way towards a goal before snatching her prize. I watched how she fought Josie and then only discovered a bitter victory."

She grinned licking the edge of her teeth like one would after a tasty meal. Even though she had not been involved watching from afar had been just as interesting.

"I don't just hand people what they want, but the universe needs this same lesson. It will be a killing because if she survives this fight she will be a zombie when it is over. Just something to think about."