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| Natalya; A new partnership forms | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Apr 1 2005, 12:28 PM (47 Views) | |
| thatdamnunstoppable23 | Apr 1 2005, 12:28 PM Post #1 |
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**We hear footsteps splashing through the rain, slowly at first with their pace quickening. The voices of small girls can be heard providing an eerie background chanting, with harsher, more defined words swirling out. The words are ‘traitor’, ‘betrayal’, ‘hatred’ and ‘power’. They slither out of the gloom that consumes our range of visibility like a terrible serpent before being silenced immediately by the crack of thunder and a bolt of lightning flying down from the heavens. Standing alone in a large empty street with tall, towering bulding lurking on both side is a man, he is bigger than most but his stance betrays his own feelings of fear and horror. The rain crashes down all around him, and the camera zooms very quickly to the face of the man, Ragin’, trying to conceal his dread. We see him turn, twisting all around him quickly, this way and that as if searching for an unseen predator, a thick laughter starts to echo around the deserted buildings. The rain water turns from a murky, almost colourless blue to a deep, dark red, as if it were blood itself flowing. The camera swivels down so that it is fixed behind Ragin’ looking down the length of the street where another figure stands. Ragin’ raises his hand to his eyes to stop the downpour from distorting his view and hears his name spoken in a chilling voice, cutting through the air like a knife, sounding like nails on a blackboard. Large angelic wings unfold from behind the figure, giving the impression of an Angel of Death, perhaps there’s even a link to those who fell from Heaven, the ultimate betrayal. The figure stands motionless, before suddenly without warning it strikes, and just before all goes dark again we think we see a face, and just maybe it’s the face of Hutch. Ragin’s eyes flash open suddenly as he gives a little grunt. His breathing his deep and laboured, it’s pretty obvious he just woke from a nightmare. He’s lying in his huge bed, the silks sheets brought up to the middle of his heavily scarred and tattooed chest. He looks over and sees an empty space that was just this evening very occupied. The impression left on pillow and mattress is just about visible. He pushes himself up onto an elbow, the nightmare washing away to be replaced by a puzzled look. He swings his legs over the side of the bed, dressing enough so his lower body is covered and then pulling a generic cotton shirt over his head and down over his muscular upper body. Soon he is lightly stepping down the broad stairs of his lavish home and we see the first glimpse of the woman who accompanied him last night. She sits on the couch sipping coffee, perhaps there’s even a little vodka in it, for Russian traditions die hard. Though many would be overawed by just standing in a house that looks like a vision of the future it is meaningless next to her beauty, her aura. The jet black hair flowing down her back, those deep whirlpools of blue that most call eyes, and the soft, pale skin that glows and shimmers amazingly. She knows of her beauty and makes best of it like no other can. For she is Natalya Vladek. In truth she does not need the makeup or jewellery she usually wears for even sitting there in some of Ragin’s far too large and terribly unsuitable clothes she is as striking and mesmerising as ever, she speaks, her thick Russian accent able to turn serene even the most fiery temper or iron determination so that it is of a puppy, always at her mercy.** Natalya: “Good morning, comrade. I trust you slept well?” **Ragin’ rubs his eyes, perhaps from the onslaught of recently waking, perhaps in disbelief at Natalya’s splendour, we shall never know and he walks to sit beside her, sinking into the long leather couch, watched by her delicate but striking eyes. Her nails drag softly against Ragin’s arm.** Ragin’: “I… I suffered from dreams.” **She allows a smile to spread across her face, letting out a small chuckle.** Natalya: “Isn’t that the bane of every man, Grigoriy? They dare to dream, yet they never have the mental or physical strength to reach those goals. You often have to turn to women to see results, that is why I thank Svaros that you are different, like himself Svantovit reborn. Ragin’: “You’re still here, Natalya, am I to take it that we are reunited? You know, here in the West Mother Russia has always been seen as something as an enemy, a villain, evil. Perhaps we are a fair representation.” **Natalya shifts toward Ragin’ smiling, she places the steamy cup of coffee aside and smirks at him.** Natalya: “Ragin’. I felt your fire, your passion again last night. It consumes you once more. Not like when I left, when you were a shell of who you once were, an aging man who was proving his doubters correct. It made me sad to see, comrade, for you and I are kindred spirits yet I watched yours begin to fade and die.” **Ragin’s mouth opens to say something but Natalya’s finger quickly moves to his lips to silence him. His mouth closes, obediently.** Natalya: “Yes, comrade, we shall ride again, you and I. Some would say you are a fool to trust again after Hutch, but I see it in your eyes, comrade. You do not trust me. And I do not trust you. That is why we are the same Ragin’. We do not have each others interests at heart, it is all about the self. You know that I am useful to you, and I, after the cutting of my very popular television show by a jealous Sergei and his high up friends, once again see the use in you. I can get you to where you wish to be, and you can take me to back to those places so I can fulfil my goals. It is the perfect partnership, there are no lies, no secrets, just two brilliant people helping each other to help themselves." **Ragin’ grins, she leans closer, placing her hands on his chest.** Natalya: “I know you Ragin’. I know what you do to Hutch. You will not be satisfied by simply beating him down, a petty man’s revenge. You will break him mentally, crush his spirit and stamp out the glimmering hope of his successful career. People recover from physical wounds, but inside there are scars that will never fully heal, you Ragin’, create THOSE wounds. I hear you face Sean Madrox on pay-per-view. Is this correct?” **Ragin’ nods wordlessly, staring into her eyes, transfixed. Natalya waves a dismissive hand at his response.** Natalya: “He is nothing. You’d have done him a favour by ending his career. He is the bigger threat to himself, he seethes with jealousy. Fighting his own demons that whisper of his obscurity and remind him that he is a lesser man. He struggles within himself, to live up to people such as you, desperate to win a match against you. He believes that it will silence these demons, but he is wrong. For you are already the victor, comrade, Madrox will still be in your shadow whether he beats you or not for he first needs to defeat his own enemies within him before he can ascend the mountain to be close enough to touch you.” **Ragin’ listens to her words carefully. He eyes narrow in thought and he raises his hand to her cheek, feeling her soft flesh beneath his fingertips.** Ragin’: “I’ve missed you Natalya Vladek.” Natalya: “Now, now, Grigoriy. Don’t get attached. Come, we must prepare, for I have grand plans for the two of us.” **Her eyes sparkle as she says those final words, and the two smile. Natalya pushes herself up and offers Ragin’ her hand, he takes it and gets up also, the two of them walking away together while the camera fades out.** |
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