Post by Deleted on Apr 20, 2015 10:02:55 GMT -6
Dasha calmly sat in her chair and took a shot of the vodka she had with her as she watched Nikita’s interview and glanced to Boris and the other man that stood with him. The man next to Boris shook his head. “Niet. She’s a degenerate, and worse she’s cavorting with those American whores.”
Dasha calmly took another drink of her vodka and then got up, walking over to the man before slamming her fist into the man’s gut, doubling him over right into her knee as she jumped and slammed it into his face, sending the man toppling to ground and let out a sigh. “Degenerate. You mean homosexual.”
The man gets to his feet stunned and comes at Dasha but Boris leaps into action, grabbing him and slamming him back into the wall. Glaring at Boris, the man pushes off and dusts himself off. “Da. Are Homosexuals not degenerates?”
Dasha sighs and mutters under her breath. “Cyka.” Looking the man over, she rolls her eyes. “The Nazis thought so too and they were are our bitter enemy. Did we destroy Hitler and his morons only to replace them? She is RUSSIAN! Bring me proof she has betrayed our Motherland and I will gladly end her life myself. Until then, she is a potential ally who, perhaps needs some guidance, a stabilizing influence perhaps, but still a potential ally and as for those ‘American Whores’, I’ll remind you I have Mixed Martial Arts experience like Sasha. She could be useful. Teagan is naive, which also has its uses. Did it not occur to you that perhaps Nikita has a plan with those two? No. We’ll watch and see what happens, but I see Nikita is a potential talent and will consider her a potential ally. You, however, have shown yourself to be narrow minded, short sighted and weak. Boris, take him out back and relieve him of duty.”
Dasha turned her back to the man as Boris and a couple other men dragged the man out back. She knew he wouldn’t be seen again, hell, they likely wouldn’t even find the body, while Boris might not be the smartest mind in the world, he had gotten better under Dasha’s leadership and he and her men were experts. All current or former Spetsnaz, some former KGB, a few had ties to the Russian mafia. Dasha had her bases covered on all fronts. Normally, she would have disposed of the man herself but she had other things to attend to at the moment.
She had another fight coming up in New Edge and losing to Scarlet Styles while Boris won his fight had been a blow to her pride she was determined to recover from and ensure that when her next fight came along, she would be ready for it.
And now, she had her chance. A new title brought in, called the Heartland title. A tournament being held to determine who would be the first one to hold it and Dasha had been entered into said tournament. Better yet, her opponent in the first round was weak, pathetic and overall would likely put up about as much of a fight as Georgia had when it was dumb enough to pick a fight with Russia over Ossetia.
Dasha smirked as she thought about that analogy. Mention Georgia to most Americans and they assumed you meant the state, not that the Country that had a much longer existence than some backwards piece of land inhabited by relatively simple minded peasants… actually, now that Dasha thought about it, Georgians in both areas had much in common. Simple minded. Peasants, backwards, severely lacking in civilization and education, in dire need of someone to tell them what to do, how to think, how to behave, what to believe. Russia had done so for Georgia once before and had been met with hostility for it’s efforts. Americans from the state of Georgia, however, seemed more than happy to let people tell them what to do, how to think. Dasha actually sorry for the modern day American. They beat their chest and boasted about how great their country was and how free they were and yet they had no idea just how untrue it was. They were living in a dream world almost like the Matrix. Dasha had seen the information that the former American NSA operative Edward Snowden had with him with he came to Russia to seek asylum. The information had surprised Dasha. The NSA and CIA were doing things that the KGB and FSB did and were demonized for. Most Americans had no idea how much information the government collected on them on a daily basis. They allowed themselves to be distracted as everyday their freedoms were restricted one by one. A little here. A little there. Inch by inch. No one seemed to notice. No one was looking at the big picture. They were distracted by the other major enemy of the People. The corporations. The corporations who told Americans that they simply had to have the newest computer and cell phone. That the one they bought just a few months ago was now obsolete and out of fashion. Nevermind that the new phone was simply the old phone with one or two things added. The corporations told Americans that being American meant buying as much useless shit as you possibly could. American media promoted the money obsessed culture The ‘me-centric’ culture that would, inevitably, spell the end of the American Empire.
But no one cared about that. As long as they had their big mac and fries, their super sized meals, they brand new cars and cell phones, as long as they verbally said they supported the troops,everything was fine. It didn’t matter that everything was just smoke and mirrors, an elaborate dog and pony show to distract the masses. all that mattered what the pretty picture.
Well Dasha would help the poor and downtrodden, even if the first part of helping them required...tough love of a sort. Dasha would destroy the pretty picture and expose the ugly truths hidden behind the mural. Then she would offer the People a choice. A chance that the Russians had embraced to throw off the oppressive shackles of the decadent Monarchy that had oppressed and enslaved them for countless centuries.
Tearing down the picture would start with this tournament. The Heartland title. What was more iconic to America than it’s ‘Heartland’? It was a source of American pride. It was their beating heart. While it usually referred to the Midwest, every part of the country it seemed liked to call itself the Heartland. It was intrinsically American.
And that was why it was the perfect target. When the Americans saw a Russian. A russian Communist holding THEIR title… they would have to pay attention to her. When she proved the superiority of the Russian people, she could begin the next phase of her plan.
This line of thought brought her to her first obstacle, Andre Holmes. An American. An American who had trained in Japan. It was too perfect. In one match, she had a chance to prove Russia’s superiority over two of it’s most bitter rivals.
Dasha knew she would need to speak publicly on her opponent and had some ideas for how to do that. Then again, her opponent had been silent thus far as well, so perhaps Dasha didn’t need to speak. She just needed to do what she did best, show up and prove the superiority of the Russian people.
A couple days later saw Boris and Dasha in St. Louis. Dasha’s opponent, unsurprisingly, had still not yet been heard from, likely he was making out his will and debating if he should even show up. The location for this Ignite was perfect, her first step towards taking the Heartland title would begin in a city that was considered to be in the Heartland. The so called ‘Gateway to the West’, St. Louis. It was a city the perfectly summed up America to Dasha. It was dirty, subpar, full of people who long ago had forgotten about the independence their ancestors had fought and died for and were now blissfully content to be told what to think and full of the same morons who beat their chest about how great America was and ignored all evidence to the contrary.
Then there were the sports teams. Their American football team was looking to find another city. Their hockey team, their pride and joy, had never even won a Stanley Cup before, they had no basketball team and their baseball team was really the only sports team they had that could perhaps be considered winners. And St. Louis was about to see another American failure. It was about to see Andre Holmes be defeated by Dasha.
It was time for the revolution to begin anew. It was time for a message to be sent and Andre Holmes’ bloody and beaten body would be the first part of that message.
Dasha calmly took another drink of her vodka and then got up, walking over to the man before slamming her fist into the man’s gut, doubling him over right into her knee as she jumped and slammed it into his face, sending the man toppling to ground and let out a sigh. “Degenerate. You mean homosexual.”
The man gets to his feet stunned and comes at Dasha but Boris leaps into action, grabbing him and slamming him back into the wall. Glaring at Boris, the man pushes off and dusts himself off. “Da. Are Homosexuals not degenerates?”
Dasha sighs and mutters under her breath. “Cyka.” Looking the man over, she rolls her eyes. “The Nazis thought so too and they were are our bitter enemy. Did we destroy Hitler and his morons only to replace them? She is RUSSIAN! Bring me proof she has betrayed our Motherland and I will gladly end her life myself. Until then, she is a potential ally who, perhaps needs some guidance, a stabilizing influence perhaps, but still a potential ally and as for those ‘American Whores’, I’ll remind you I have Mixed Martial Arts experience like Sasha. She could be useful. Teagan is naive, which also has its uses. Did it not occur to you that perhaps Nikita has a plan with those two? No. We’ll watch and see what happens, but I see Nikita is a potential talent and will consider her a potential ally. You, however, have shown yourself to be narrow minded, short sighted and weak. Boris, take him out back and relieve him of duty.”
Dasha turned her back to the man as Boris and a couple other men dragged the man out back. She knew he wouldn’t be seen again, hell, they likely wouldn’t even find the body, while Boris might not be the smartest mind in the world, he had gotten better under Dasha’s leadership and he and her men were experts. All current or former Spetsnaz, some former KGB, a few had ties to the Russian mafia. Dasha had her bases covered on all fronts. Normally, she would have disposed of the man herself but she had other things to attend to at the moment.
She had another fight coming up in New Edge and losing to Scarlet Styles while Boris won his fight had been a blow to her pride she was determined to recover from and ensure that when her next fight came along, she would be ready for it.
And now, she had her chance. A new title brought in, called the Heartland title. A tournament being held to determine who would be the first one to hold it and Dasha had been entered into said tournament. Better yet, her opponent in the first round was weak, pathetic and overall would likely put up about as much of a fight as Georgia had when it was dumb enough to pick a fight with Russia over Ossetia.
Dasha smirked as she thought about that analogy. Mention Georgia to most Americans and they assumed you meant the state, not that the Country that had a much longer existence than some backwards piece of land inhabited by relatively simple minded peasants… actually, now that Dasha thought about it, Georgians in both areas had much in common. Simple minded. Peasants, backwards, severely lacking in civilization and education, in dire need of someone to tell them what to do, how to think, how to behave, what to believe. Russia had done so for Georgia once before and had been met with hostility for it’s efforts. Americans from the state of Georgia, however, seemed more than happy to let people tell them what to do, how to think. Dasha actually sorry for the modern day American. They beat their chest and boasted about how great their country was and how free they were and yet they had no idea just how untrue it was. They were living in a dream world almost like the Matrix. Dasha had seen the information that the former American NSA operative Edward Snowden had with him with he came to Russia to seek asylum. The information had surprised Dasha. The NSA and CIA were doing things that the KGB and FSB did and were demonized for. Most Americans had no idea how much information the government collected on them on a daily basis. They allowed themselves to be distracted as everyday their freedoms were restricted one by one. A little here. A little there. Inch by inch. No one seemed to notice. No one was looking at the big picture. They were distracted by the other major enemy of the People. The corporations. The corporations who told Americans that they simply had to have the newest computer and cell phone. That the one they bought just a few months ago was now obsolete and out of fashion. Nevermind that the new phone was simply the old phone with one or two things added. The corporations told Americans that being American meant buying as much useless shit as you possibly could. American media promoted the money obsessed culture The ‘me-centric’ culture that would, inevitably, spell the end of the American Empire.
But no one cared about that. As long as they had their big mac and fries, their super sized meals, they brand new cars and cell phones, as long as they verbally said they supported the troops,everything was fine. It didn’t matter that everything was just smoke and mirrors, an elaborate dog and pony show to distract the masses. all that mattered what the pretty picture.
Well Dasha would help the poor and downtrodden, even if the first part of helping them required...tough love of a sort. Dasha would destroy the pretty picture and expose the ugly truths hidden behind the mural. Then she would offer the People a choice. A chance that the Russians had embraced to throw off the oppressive shackles of the decadent Monarchy that had oppressed and enslaved them for countless centuries.
Tearing down the picture would start with this tournament. The Heartland title. What was more iconic to America than it’s ‘Heartland’? It was a source of American pride. It was their beating heart. While it usually referred to the Midwest, every part of the country it seemed liked to call itself the Heartland. It was intrinsically American.
And that was why it was the perfect target. When the Americans saw a Russian. A russian Communist holding THEIR title… they would have to pay attention to her. When she proved the superiority of the Russian people, she could begin the next phase of her plan.
This line of thought brought her to her first obstacle, Andre Holmes. An American. An American who had trained in Japan. It was too perfect. In one match, she had a chance to prove Russia’s superiority over two of it’s most bitter rivals.
Dasha knew she would need to speak publicly on her opponent and had some ideas for how to do that. Then again, her opponent had been silent thus far as well, so perhaps Dasha didn’t need to speak. She just needed to do what she did best, show up and prove the superiority of the Russian people.
A couple days later saw Boris and Dasha in St. Louis. Dasha’s opponent, unsurprisingly, had still not yet been heard from, likely he was making out his will and debating if he should even show up. The location for this Ignite was perfect, her first step towards taking the Heartland title would begin in a city that was considered to be in the Heartland. The so called ‘Gateway to the West’, St. Louis. It was a city the perfectly summed up America to Dasha. It was dirty, subpar, full of people who long ago had forgotten about the independence their ancestors had fought and died for and were now blissfully content to be told what to think and full of the same morons who beat their chest about how great America was and ignored all evidence to the contrary.
Then there were the sports teams. Their American football team was looking to find another city. Their hockey team, their pride and joy, had never even won a Stanley Cup before, they had no basketball team and their baseball team was really the only sports team they had that could perhaps be considered winners. And St. Louis was about to see another American failure. It was about to see Andre Holmes be defeated by Dasha.
It was time for the revolution to begin anew. It was time for a message to be sent and Andre Holmes’ bloody and beaten body would be the first part of that message.