The Russian Storm
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Ongoing19m
Last published Fri, Nov 13, 2020
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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