The Russian Storm

The Russian Storm

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I fight and win, nothing more nothing less. No one sees my face, my hood does not come off. Stepping into the ring with my gloves on and hood covering my identify, I look at my opponent. He smirks as he looks down at my smaller frame, more than likely thinking this will go down easy for him. Seeing as he is around 6'5 and im standing at more around 5'5, I'd say with anyone else he would be right to think it would be an easy win. But he has no idea what he signed up for by challenging me. A small smile forms on my face as a wave of calmness runs over me. After all im not the Russain Storm for nothing. P.S i do not own any photos used in this story, this is my first story so please be patient with me as I figure out how to write this decently. Thank you to Nikki Riddle for editing my story and helping me to keep this story going. Lastly just enjoy reading and if you have any ideas please leave a comment!!
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Street fighting isn't fun. It's a cruel fight with dirty tricks involved. Some do it for money, some do it for fame. I do it for my little sister Ellie. My parents got murdered about 6 years ago and I've been street fighting ever since. My life isn't the hardest of street fighters but only because the crowd admires the red haired teen who fights for survival. But then again we all do in more ways than one. I roam the streets of New York City looking for a fight that means more money so I can feed my little sister. I'm used to the hardship of of life, but that's the way of a street fighter. I made a living and survived on the streets until one day I met another street fighter. Then my whole life changed. For better or for worse I'm not sure. My name is Scarlett Brooks and this is the life of a street fighter. Highest Ranking: #2 in Action

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