Triple-threat-match! Shariaya, Dulsa, and Seraphim

Cage match: Last girl standing
Winning conditions: Knock-out only
Posting order- Seraphim, Sharaiya, Dulsa

Dulsa,
Don't think I forgot about our last match.
We're going to finish things, just you and me.
I've arranged a match for us this evening, and your funeral.
Be ready, and bring on everything you've got.
-Sharaiya

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Sharaiya,
You're little white-haired bitch won't save you this time.
Meet me tonight for a final match between us.
I've already got your hospital bed reserved for you when I break you to pieces.
I'll be waiting in the ring.
-Dulsa


Two letters, one sent to Dulsa, another sent to Sharaiya. Both forged to look like they came from one another. Truth be told, she felt a little guilty doing this, but after what happened between them last time, it needed to be settled, and for the leader of White-Gale; Seraphim Harmonia, she needed to be the one to settle it. Grudge or not, the rivalry between the two was just too much, and Seraphim couldn't stand to see both a friend, and a girl who had such great potential go at each others throats like they wanted to kill one another. This was a sport, not a death-match, and hopefully, even if she had to beat some sense into them, she would make the two understand.

Currently, the ring was empty, but the seats among the crowd was absolutely packed the match between the two unexpected fighters certainly meant to be the main show tonight. Seraphim was no where to be seen yet, the cage she had planned to come down still idol, far above the ring like it always was, leading for the two to think it was nothing but a normal grudge match between the two. However, once they entered…

Sharaiya read the note when she found it, intend in just killing Dulsa now. It wasn't long before Sharaiya's theme played but far more metalized and hardcore then before. There the angry Russian came from the entrance, dressed in a short black jacket, a white wolf with red eyes and red fangs on the back of it, white sports bra underneath, black pants with a silver chain on the side, which she would definitely use in this match and black tight fingerless gloves. On her way to the ring, in her aggressive march forward, fans could hear Sharaiya talking to herself.

" I'm going to kill her... I'm going to kill her.. I'm going to kill her!! "

The lunatic wolf was once again very much alive as she rolled into the ring, flipping herself onto both feet and stood in the center of the ring, pacing back and forth like a wild predator waiting for it's prey, her hands into that lethal clawed motion again as she waited for Dulsa, not even aware what was going to happen in the match.

"Funeral...!? When im done with her she'll have to be cremated!" Dulsa crumbled up the letter and ran out of Shanari's house, Dulsa intended to pulverize her sister into dust. As she sprinted nonstop to the arena through the backstage toward the entrance ramp Dulsa emerged before her music had even hit.

Dulsa sild into the ring and stood up in her fighters position ready to fight.

"You whore of White Gale! You think you can just insult me then let you walk over me in!? Think again! This time Seraphim isn't here to stop me! Stupid Skank writing childish letters!!!"

'And here... they... come.' Right on cue, one entrance music after the other, the two girls had begun to arrive, and they looked furious. Even Seraphim was surprised as she watched from above to see such anger and hatred from them. It was almost painful to see Sharaiya the way she was right now, making Seraphim desire to see that same girl she met after her match with Sharaiya, not the lunatic wolf she witnessed now. And Dulsa too, the girl seemed like she had such potential, such a strong will, but let it all out in hatred, gearing her talents to something else... when really, she had the ability to be something greater.

But, that was why Seraphim was hear today.

At the moment, she waited just a little longer, the Crimson-Eye actually clinging to the inside of the cage that hovered two stories over the ring. With all the roofclimbing she done with Alison and her studies of Parkour, this kind of height was practically laughable to her. Thus, she waited just a few more moments, wanting to see their reactions when they realized the letters were not from eachother, before she would make her decent. Even if she felt bad for decieving them, she wanted to witness it all, just to see how they've changed, trying to analyze them a little before the match begun.

Sharaiya twitched, she became even more hostile but also slightly confused when she heard Dulsa's words, growling back at her, standing infront of her.

" ...What do you mean. Like hell I'd use my time to write something to a deadweight like you! But since you liked to call Seraphim a whore, I think I will take my time... "

Her eyes flashed with rage as she was close to attacking, her stance, the way she spoke.. She was beyond hostile, there was no way she was going to let Dulsa escape.

" .. Killing you. "

Sharaiya did not wait, she did not care that the match hadn't started yet, that the cage hadn't go down yet as she took a leap forward closer towards Dulsa, lifting her other foot off the ground and tried to send it with alot of force towards Dulsa's face, already going for a finisher.

" MACH TEN!!! "

"SHI-" Dulsa was caught off guard by Shariaya's attack, her eyes going wide from sheer startlement. She managed to bring her arms and protect her face. but the impact was fierce and sent Dulsa into the ropes, A trickle of blood escaping her mouth as she bounced from the ropes onto the floor.

"Damn you!! Your sister was right about you... I'll do her a favor and-" Dulsa came to her sences for a moment.

"Wait... If you didnt write my letter... WHO THE HELL DID!?" Dulsa rose to her feet wiping the blood off her face as the cage began to slowly lower.

It was worse than she thought. The two didn't lose any of their ferocity towards eachother in the time between their last match. In fact, it looked like it had gotten worse, as if the thought of killing eachother was really more than just a threat. It was dissapointing, and Seraphim couldn't help but feel like the two may become a lost hope if she didn't do this, which made her feel glad she was intervening, and staged this event. Even if she had to forge a lie and those letters, in the end, hopefully the result will be a success.

"I did!"

Suddenly, just as the two were about to rush at eachother, the lights went out in a sudden flash, the entire stadium powering down, all except for one thing as a familiar voice rang out from above. Fans panicked at first, as the ring and stands were pitch black, leaving nothing but the sense of sound to guide everyone. But even then, the sounds were replaced by the strange beat of a rising orchestra, grand and beautiful, but sounding like it was preparing for a war. Then, the cage to surround the ring begun to quickly come down, and just as the metal cage surrounding the ring, the lights flashed on, and the music kicked in with amazing guitar riffs, mixing with the orchestra to host the sounds of a melody that craved for action and conflict.

With the lights on, and the ten foot, steel barred cage surrounding them that had only a single exit door to it that was closed off, Dulsa and Sharaiya would realize they were not alone, as a figure dropped down the top of the cage, landing with her fist and knee into the mat, before quickly lifting her head, as fiery crimson red eye gazed at the two of them. It was Seraphim Harmonia; The crimson-eye, and leader of White Gale.



She looked different than before, more grand as she entered dramatically with her new entrance music. She wore a flowing gray coat, with a large black belt and bracers around, along with a white, buttoned undershirt, all of which seemed to flow along with her pearl-white hair with every move she made, soon standing tall as she clenched two gloved fists at her side, slowly rising them like she was ready to begin fighting. She entered her deadly stance that had lead to her being undefeated to this day. Both fists raised like a defensive professional boxer, and her knees bent, one slightly raised like an offensive, Maui Thai fighter; two completely different styles of fighting joined at the hip as she looked between the two, standing there tall and stern, displaying her strong resolve for this fight she staged.

"And Iâ€m here to teach you both a lesson."

Sharaiya stopped in her tracks for a moment, wondering what Dulsa was talking about at with a single blink, she stood up straight and glared down at her, she recieved a letter from Dulsa but it seemed like she didn't write it and that Sharaiya herself supposingly send a letter, which she never did.

" ...A trap. "

Sharaiya quickly looked around but soon the lights went dark and the Wolf was left blinded, taking steps back untill her back hit one of the turnbuckles, she could have sworn she heard a familiar voice and when she saw Seraphim inside the now descended cage, Sharaiya knew it was her that tricked them. But still.. Why? In her first match with Dulsa it seemed Seraphim was helping her even though it forced her to lose the match.... Losing a match she was winning... The thought of it still lingered as she growled at Seraphim.

" You.. You don't even bother showing up anymore and now you want to lay an ambush, huh? "

Sharaiya got back into her aggresive stance, now targetting Seraphim with her hatred. On the outside of the ring, stood Shanari, but she kept herself invisible with the crowd untill she needed to come out, it seemed perfect to see Dulsa fighting not only her sister but the leader of the White Gale, with a smirk she pulled out her cellphone to call someone.

Dulsa soon began to slowly recover, her body still feeling the shock of Shariaya's Mach Ten attack. Upon hearing the information given to her by Seraphim and Shariaya about the letters, Dulsa could only wonder... Why?

"If they are both Allies and members of White Gale... Why are they enemies...? Did somthing happen? Is Shanari Lying to me!?" Dulsa kept her thoughts aside for moment to back into a corner safe from both of her opponents, she was now able to keep watch on both.

"There is no lesson i'd learn from you Seraphim.... But I have to ask.... Why try an attack one your own... I'd expect a gang up on myself, but not her as well..." She then turned to Sharaiya

"Don't you serve Seraphim and White Gale!?"

((Just did a big update to Seraphim's profile for this to explain some things. ;xD ))

Seraphim retained her stance for those few moments, standing there like a tree rooted, ready for anything to be brought at her. She had high expectations for Dulsa to just charge at her, but instead, she had heard several comments that struck her a bit hard.

First came Sharaiya's, she looked furious, even yelling at Seraphim for dissapearing for a small time. It was complicated... and she didn't want to tell Sharaiya about her trip to the hospital, but eventually, she would explain outside the ring. All Sharaiya needed to know was that this was for her own good, even if she had to beat her down to help calm the lunatic wolf and open her eyes.

As for Dulsa though, she seemed more confused than anything, and quickly Seraphim's crimson eye darted towards her, never dropping her stance, awaiting for the moment she would strike, and not daring to put her guard down. "No one serves me." Seraphim said bluntly, sounding stern, but not angry, just clearing up this situation before this intense match begun. "She's my friend, and she needs to straiten up, even if I have to beat that sense into her." Seraphim said before flashing a strangely confident and daring smile at Sharaiya, hinting why she was doing this. "And as for you... well, I just hate seeing someone with such potential take out their anger so relentlessley. You're too much like myself, and I'm going to try and make you find your true path."

There was something oddly leader-like to Seraphim's tone. And even though that was the case among her in being the one who ran White Gale, she also carried a way of understanding, like she didn't see Sharaiya as anyone weaker or lesser than her, but as an equal; someone she cared about, even as she planned to fight her. Fortunately for the two, Seraphim had no plans of hurting them too badly, but that didn't mean she was going to fight lightly. She had plans to open their eyes, and since the two were so violent, it seemed that the only way to comminicate to them was through her fists.