Post by Anya Sharapova on Jun 30, 2021 16:16:55 GMT
PRECAUTIONS: THIS IS ALL SCRIPTED. THINK OF IT AS A PROMOTIONAL VIGNETTE.
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The scene opened with Anya Sharapova walking down a rundown alleyway. She was wearing a white ushanka hat, an ash-colored mink coat, and a pair of rhinestoned leggings. Below was a pair of fluffy boots. What she wore was essentially perfect gear for someone that intended on keeping themselves snug through the snowy weather. Well, also for someone that wanted to flaunt their wealth. Wealth that we cannot be sure of how it was obtained, because someone that came from money would hardly bother trekking down such a shady area of the city at a very late hour. She carried two suitcases. Full, loaded and heavy. When Anya was at a face-distance from the camera, suddenly, everything turned black and white except for the snow which turned a bloodshot red. Her breath hitched dramatically, looking back at the street behind her. Russian road signs, stores, and more were still visible as she cut a corner and trudged through the pitch-black, menacing darkness.
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The scene opened with Anya Sharapova walking down a rundown alleyway. She was wearing a white ushanka hat, an ash-colored mink coat, and a pair of rhinestoned leggings. Below was a pair of fluffy boots. What she wore was essentially perfect gear for someone that intended on keeping themselves snug through the snowy weather. Well, also for someone that wanted to flaunt their wealth. Wealth that we cannot be sure of how it was obtained, because someone that came from money would hardly bother trekking down such a shady area of the city at a very late hour. She carried two suitcases. Full, loaded and heavy. When Anya was at a face-distance from the camera, suddenly, everything turned black and white except for the snow which turned a bloodshot red. Her breath hitched dramatically, looking back at the street behind her. Russian road signs, stores, and more were still visible as she cut a corner and trudged through the pitch-black, menacing darkness.
Anya Sharapova: (in Russian, subtitles) I’ve come with the items you requested. Look through them. I need the money you promised me, so hopefully this is enough.
Unnamed Man: (in Russian, subtitles) Let me see first. Then I will let you know if you deserve the payment or not.
Anya Sharapova: (in Russian, subtitles) Yes, sir. I have the (insert drug name). Also, the (insert drug name). They weren’t very easy to get. Had to throw my weight around, and as you can see… that weight isn’t plentiful.
The man laughed in response to this comment. But, it sounded more as if he was making fun of her, rather than laughing along with her. Like he knew that despite her abilities to talk her way through situations, he would always have the upper hand over her whenever it came to pure, brute strength. Overall, he clearly had the control. He took the two suitcases and set them over a closed public garbage bin. Anya repeated the safe-codes for both of them, as he followed along to have them both opened without a hassle. Lo and behold were the items he requested. A lot of them. However, he did not appear to be impressed. Anya crossed her arms, figuring that was just his usual face for every situation… until he turned, shaking his head. Her expression softened.
Anya Sharapova: (in Russian, subtitles) Is there a problem? That is what you asked for.
Unnamed Man: (in Russian, subtitles) I don’t know if you’re playing me for a fool, but I can tell how low-grade this is just by looking at it. Did you go to the men on the south side of the city, or the north? The men on the south side have shit drugs. I won’t make a single penny off of this. No payment for you.
Anya Sharapova: (in Russian, subtitles) You never said they had to be good drugs. I got you what you asked for. If you wanted something of higher quality, you should have put that in the contract. Otherwise, I have no reason to risk my life going into a more dangerous part of town just to get something more expensive. That’s what I have to offer to you based on your own conditions, so take it or leave it.
The man Anya was speaking to shoved the suitcases off the garbage bin aggressively and pushed her back against the wall, causing her to gulp. She showed no fear on her face though, indicating that this was either something she was used to, or this man was someone she simply didn’t fear. Her attempts to free herself from his grip proved to be useless, so she soon gave up on that effort and sat still to listen to his next words.
Unnamed Man: (in Russian, subtitles) I don’t think you understand who you’re talking to, so let me remind you. I don’t give a damn about what I had in those conditions. If I say I want something else, then I get that something else. If I don’t, no payment for you. Plain and simple. I didn’t have to trust you with this job. Without me, you would still be chatting it up with men at the Volta club for a few coins. Tread lightly. You’re nothing more than a pawn in this organization. I’m the top dog.
The man let her go and pushed her away, causing her to tumble down to her knees. Her black leggings were dotted with the edited-red snow, as was her coat. The man began threw her a single coin to add insult to injury, then turning away to walk from the scenario. He was done with her, and the payment was missed.
Anya Sharapova: (in Russian, subtitles) I told you that I needed that money to go to America.
He ignored. Anya stood up and dusted herself off, slowly slipping a hand into her left picket.
Anya Sharapova: (in Russian, subtitles) I almost have enough money. This was just to top off my funds.
Still ignored by the man, but Anya retrieved a pistol from her pocket.
Anya Sharapova: (in Russian, subtitles) I didn’t come this far for you to tell me who I am, who I’m not. That you have any power over me. You say that you’re the top dog… I find that funny. Some of the men in your organization call me a bitch. Guess that makes me the top female dog. Soon to be the top dog, period. Goodnight, Nikola. Enjoy the weather.
The pointing the gun while his back is turned, the camera zoomed onto the trigger when it is fired. Then the screen turns black, an intricate, red, “Anya Sharapova” logo forming onto the screen. It has a chrome effect, a brim of light shining over the edges. Then it dissipated away.
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A fade-in transition from black was then executed, leading us to the next scene. Anya Sharapova is practicing her entrance while her theme (CFO$ - Roar of the Lion) played in the background. She tried out different poses and taunts that she could implement, while a developmental coach gave her pointers as to what worked, and what didn’t. It all seemed to be coming together, until Anya stepped into the ring and suggested that she have pyro for her ending pose. To add the cherry on top, as she wanted to represent a “Head Bitch in Charge” styled gimmick. She mentioned that it would make her seem more powerful in the eyes of the fans.
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A fade-in transition from black was then executed, leading us to the next scene. Anya Sharapova is practicing her entrance while her theme (CFO$ - Roar of the Lion) played in the background. She tried out different poses and taunts that she could implement, while a developmental coach gave her pointers as to what worked, and what didn’t. It all seemed to be coming together, until Anya stepped into the ring and suggested that she have pyro for her ending pose. To add the cherry on top, as she wanted to represent a “Head Bitch in Charge” styled gimmick. She mentioned that it would make her seem more powerful in the eyes of the fans.
The Trainer: Hahaha… Yeah, I don’t think so. We like to reserve those for our top stars. You have something about you, but you have a very long way until you reach the top. Everything else you thought of was good, just find ways to refine it and… it’s just “editing”. Edit it down to something that will fit the time limit and you’re good to go.
Anya Sharapova: I’m a top star, I think. I want the pyrotechnics.
The trainer laughed again and rolled into the ring to pat Anya on the back. It was a kind, but somehow condescending gesture that visibly rubbed Anya the wrong way, judging by the wrenched expression on her face. She flinched after his contact as well, displaying that she had some sort of issue with being touched. Moving over to lean against the turnbuckle, she shook her head at his response to her request.
Anya Sharapova: I said what I said. I didn’t come this far for you to tell me who I am, who I’m not. I’m a top star. I’m going to get the entrance that I want, no time restraints. That’s going to happen. Am I understood?