Post by Mother Russia Account Now on May 30, 2016 12:26:34 GMT -6
The sky surrendered to the dark, the low ominous black clouds consumed the light. The wind picked up, howling, warning, baying like a wolf in the night. The scent of rain was heavy. The first crack of lightning rent the air and within seconds the rolling boom of thunder reverberated overhead. The first drops of rain fell down like bullets on the open plains of Kansas. Olga stood in the distance a top the rubble of a tornado ridden home. The carnage laid before her feet, scattered across the plowed field. Her head is tilted down, her attire reminiscent of an Amazonian warrior. An animal pelt robe draped over her shoulders.
The rain dances haphazardly around Olga before falling down as from buckets, cascading like a waterfall from the heavens. Her once tan robe now saturated in water turns to a deep autumn brown. She yields her position none. The crooked bolts of lightning illuminating her presence.
"I am your demise."
Big bold red lettering etches across a black screen.
Suddenly we're inside the ring. Olga is being whipped into the ropes by Duke Andrew, she hits full stride bouncing into the ropes maintaining momentum before returning back. Her feet were agile, Duke not expectant of her haste. Her chiseled bicep extends outward clubbing Duke across the chest. The force causes Dukes body to corkscrew, turning him completely inside out.
The screen goes back to black.
We see a Grizzly bear in full snarl, it's teeth encumbered in flesh. It's claws tearing away at the severed torso of a white tail deer. The bears muzzle entrenched in blood. It leans down, feasting on the coiled organs that lay across the woodland floor. You can see the steam bellowing off the warm intestines. The grizzly completely consumed in embellishing in its kill and the spoils. It's paws now a top the corpse as if to establish its dominance on the top of the food chain. It's brown eyes reminiscent of someone.
The clip fades to back, the crimson red lettering flowing across the center of the screen.
"I am the conqueror of men."
We're brought into a parking lot. Olga has Matt Ward by his legs double hooked around her waist. She lifts him up in in a swing and with malice intent slings him head first into a cinderblock wall. The thud echoes across the enclosed parking, echo locating as a warning to all that oppose her. Her savagery didn't waver, as she stood overhead. Lifting up that massive weight onto her shoulders before Jack-knifing his corpse down on a baby blue Prius.
The screen goes black.
We see the same bear sat a top a rock ledge looking down over the pine canopy. The periwinkle blue sky lights up the valley. An uncontaminated stream rolls in the distance. A lush vegetation on the banks brushes you with a sense of welcome. The bear stands vigilant, watching over its kingdom. Those dark brown eyes in constant gaze, ruling from their vantage point. Demanding nothing but order. There is no compassion in them, no sign of empathy. Behind that deep mahogany lies no soul.
The screen back to black, red lettering etching across.
"No mercy will be granted."
The screen first pans to the ring with her standing over Duke Andrews. Her eyes fixated on him laying beneath her feet. Her emotion blank, knowing that even a man with such a reputation yields absolutely no threat. Then it jumps to the hardcore stints. Switching back and forth to the bodies she's laid in her wake. Matt Ward laying in a heap unconscious. Lebroc Harris folded in half for no particular reason other than amusement. Those cold brown eyes the general focus, filled with malicious intent almost condescending.
The screen goes black one again followed by red font dead center.
"I hold no responsibility for my actions."
We go back to Olga in the rain. Her head still looking at the ground, her eyes closed this whole time. The rain beads down her black locks, flowing like miniature streams down her brow. A streak of hot silver crackles above. The brassy glare of the clouds drains color from the trees, field and burnished debris. She looks up slowly, animated, her eyebrow narrowed. Her eyelids peal up, those almond brown eyes crippling. Gazing deep into your soul, robbing you of your security. As if the heavens shuttered in her presence a loud cackle of thunder erupts.
"I will break you." Her lips break for the first time ever. Her thick Russian accent putting emphasis on the brief sentence.
Fade to black.
The rain dances haphazardly around Olga before falling down as from buckets, cascading like a waterfall from the heavens. Her once tan robe now saturated in water turns to a deep autumn brown. She yields her position none. The crooked bolts of lightning illuminating her presence.
"I am your demise."
Big bold red lettering etches across a black screen.
Suddenly we're inside the ring. Olga is being whipped into the ropes by Duke Andrew, she hits full stride bouncing into the ropes maintaining momentum before returning back. Her feet were agile, Duke not expectant of her haste. Her chiseled bicep extends outward clubbing Duke across the chest. The force causes Dukes body to corkscrew, turning him completely inside out.
The screen goes back to black.
We see a Grizzly bear in full snarl, it's teeth encumbered in flesh. It's claws tearing away at the severed torso of a white tail deer. The bears muzzle entrenched in blood. It leans down, feasting on the coiled organs that lay across the woodland floor. You can see the steam bellowing off the warm intestines. The grizzly completely consumed in embellishing in its kill and the spoils. It's paws now a top the corpse as if to establish its dominance on the top of the food chain. It's brown eyes reminiscent of someone.
The clip fades to back, the crimson red lettering flowing across the center of the screen.
"I am the conqueror of men."
We're brought into a parking lot. Olga has Matt Ward by his legs double hooked around her waist. She lifts him up in in a swing and with malice intent slings him head first into a cinderblock wall. The thud echoes across the enclosed parking, echo locating as a warning to all that oppose her. Her savagery didn't waver, as she stood overhead. Lifting up that massive weight onto her shoulders before Jack-knifing his corpse down on a baby blue Prius.
The screen goes black.
We see the same bear sat a top a rock ledge looking down over the pine canopy. The periwinkle blue sky lights up the valley. An uncontaminated stream rolls in the distance. A lush vegetation on the banks brushes you with a sense of welcome. The bear stands vigilant, watching over its kingdom. Those dark brown eyes in constant gaze, ruling from their vantage point. Demanding nothing but order. There is no compassion in them, no sign of empathy. Behind that deep mahogany lies no soul.
The screen back to black, red lettering etching across.
"No mercy will be granted."
The screen first pans to the ring with her standing over Duke Andrews. Her eyes fixated on him laying beneath her feet. Her emotion blank, knowing that even a man with such a reputation yields absolutely no threat. Then it jumps to the hardcore stints. Switching back and forth to the bodies she's laid in her wake. Matt Ward laying in a heap unconscious. Lebroc Harris folded in half for no particular reason other than amusement. Those cold brown eyes the general focus, filled with malicious intent almost condescending.
The screen goes black one again followed by red font dead center.
"I hold no responsibility for my actions."
We go back to Olga in the rain. Her head still looking at the ground, her eyes closed this whole time. The rain beads down her black locks, flowing like miniature streams down her brow. A streak of hot silver crackles above. The brassy glare of the clouds drains color from the trees, field and burnished debris. She looks up slowly, animated, her eyebrow narrowed. Her eyelids peal up, those almond brown eyes crippling. Gazing deep into your soul, robbing you of your security. As if the heavens shuttered in her presence a loud cackle of thunder erupts.
"I will break you." Her lips break for the first time ever. Her thick Russian accent putting emphasis on the brief sentence.
Fade to black.