Russian Mystique (On Hold)

Mackenzie Kane was pinned to the ground underneath of her rival, The Communist (cause I got nothing else in my brain). She was losing, badly. And she needed a plan. Fast. She didn’t lose; she was a winner. With a loud tennis player type grunt, she brought her knee up and drove it into the bad guy’s stomach.

“Never underestimate Russian Mystique, you fiend!” Mackenzie snarled, brushing away a strand of her red hair. She stared at her current opponent, who’d almost had the upper hand and won against her...

The villain crumbled to the side in agony, gripping his abdomen. Mackenzie took her opening and jumped up to her feet. She instantly lunged to the side and brought her fist into his head. He screamed out and fell to the side.

Mackenzie was a world class athlete, gymnast, acrobat, aerialist capable of numerous complex maneuvers and feats. She was an expert martial artist (including karate, judo, ninjutsu, aikido, savate, various styles of kung fu and boxing), marksman and weapons specialist. She had extensive espionage training and she was also an accomplished ballerina and princess at the same time. Her agility was greater than that of an Olympic gold medalist. She could coordinate her body with balance, flexibility and dexterity easily.

She had been enhanced by biotechnology that made her body resistant to aging and disease and healed at an above human rate. As well as that, she had psychological conditioning that suppressed her memory of true events as opposed to implanted ones of the past without the aid of specifically designed system suppressant drugs. It also took her quite a bit before she would become infected.

Mackenzie had a gifted intellect. She displayed an uncanny affinity for psychological manipulation and can mask her real emotions perfectly. She possessed the ability to quickly process multiple information streams (such as threat assessment) and rapidly respond to changing tactical situations. She was an expert tactician as well. She was a very effective strategist, tactician and field commander and she could even lead a group or an army if she wanted.

Though she wasn’t thought of as a superheroine by any means...she was one thing...a badass princess, who could fight anyone she wanted to...and in a dress!

Mackenzie whipped out two daggers and spun around, before swiping them at the villain. The Communist, the codename of her current opponent, scrambled backward on his hands and feet, looking up at her with shock. She kicked out at him and connected her booted foot right in the center of his face. He crashed to the ground on his back.

Mackenzie grinned as she pinned him down on the ground, with one foot on his chest. She leaned down and stabbed both of her daggers - which she’d whipped out of two holders attached to her legs - into the ground, through the sleeves of the man’s flailing arms. “I don’t kill people but just know not to mess with me!”

She stepped back and laughed as she watched The Communist struggle to get free of the daggers.

Another Russian man watched as the woman, Mackenzie, (with red hair wearing black leather) beat a line of manly opponents to a pulp. After watching the latest victim of hers, he walked forward silently a few paces behind the woman. She turned to face him, looking bored. "A good entrance, eh, but I knew you were there from the start. Nobody can sneak up on me."

Her next opponent moved closer, trying not to look particularly threatening. "Who are you?"

The woman also moved closer, and her movements slightly reminded him of Catwoman or Black Widow. "I don't think that's any of your business, Sergei. What are you doing here, King of Moscow? Surely being out of the palace isn’t much of your style."

He folded his arms, hoping to negotiate. "I was hoping to see just how good you actually are, I’ve heard rumors about you, but wasn’t completely sure."

The woman smirked. "You wanna see me? What haven’t you seen me do yet?"

Sergei started, surprised by the woman's knowledge. "You are very dangerous, however, you’ve been fighting the wrong opponents."

"Oh really?" She cocked an eyebrow at him and spun her handy stick in her hand.

The man acted as if he was about to say something, but instead slid across the ground at the woman, attempting to kick her feet from under her. The woman jumped into the air, jumping onto her new opponent and wrapped her feet around his head, attempting to break his neck. He tasered the woman's leg, before kicking her off himself. Then he faced her, to find out that she had already recovered from the small handheld device. “Wow, you’re one of the few who can handle quite a weapon as that taser?”

“Yeah, well get used to a lot of firsts!”

She jumped at him, swinging her foot into his head. He punched her back, and jumped into the air and kicked her head downwards. She slid along the ground and attempted to kick him again, but he jumped over her, and she jumped up from the ground, kicking him a few times in mid-air. Her opponent grabbed the woman by the leg and threw her face first to the ground.

She recovered quickly and charged just as he landed, but he kicked her back to the ground, before firing his grapple at her. She dodged the grapple, pulling a knife and attacking.

Suddenly the man she was fighting scooped up some dirt and flung it at her face, getting it in her eyes. She stopped and let her guard down to clear her eyes.

In the few instants that it took Mackenzie to clear her vision, she felt a strong hand close around her throat and hoist her from her feet. Mackenzie slammed her fists into whatever it was holding her but it felt like she had punched a wall. She kicked her booted foot into something just in front of her but it didn't seem to make a difference.

Mackenzie Kane was hanging with her feet over a foot from the ground and she could barely breathe as her throat felt like it was being crushed. Problem for her was that there was nothing in front of her. She worried that she was passing out from a lack of oxygen because she could swear there was nothing holding her up.

Just to her side, a large menacing looking blade appeared out of nowhere with a metallic sliding sound. It didn't take a genius to figure out what was coming. Mackenzie tried harder to break free; flailing against the man who had her but to no avail. She could only watch helplessly as the blade was raised but just before it was about to strike…

She kicked out and managed to connect with her opponent’s leg. The guy stumbled backward, releasing her.

Before he could recover, she sprang to action, drawing her Walther's. Shoving the barrels into the spot, she got prepared to shoot.

Just then, she heard something behind her and wheeled ready to fire when...

The man known as Sergei had recovered and charged at her, throwing small boomerang-looking discs as he moved. She dodged these, three of them to be exact, before the two fighters crashed into each other. He tackled her to the ground. He tossed a flash bang grenade into her face, blinding her, closing and covering his eyes to avoid being blinded also, before releasing her and tasering her again.

She struggled, but he kept hitting her with the taser, before finally kicking her in the face, stunning her. But she fought back and managed to kick him in the sweet spot.

He stumbled back and with a loud grunt, she spun around, her hair flying with her and knocked him to the ground with a single kick. He crashed to the ground and she gently pinned him backward with her heeled black boot.

“Who are you?”

She pointed her stick at his face, just in case but responded with a growl, “Mackenzie Kane. But many know me as Russian Mystique. I work as an expert assassin or warrior princess. And I’m one of Russia’s finest. That good enough for you, King?”

Sergei was in disbelief. He nodded and she let him go, stepping to the side. She helped him to his feet.

“Any more you need to see?”

“No, I think I am good. But dang girl, you are just as the rumors say.”

She flicked her mid-back length red hair behind her shoulders and gave him a stern look. “I do what I must to survive. And I’m not much a fan of weak and defenseless princesses.”

While Mackenzie was easily one of the best non superhuman fighters in the world, Sergei had trained himself to the utmost height of human possibility, so much as to be essentially a superhuman himself. Sergei's armour had been known to protect him from bullets, while Mackenzie only wore leather and a short princess-y black, white, blue and red dress (Russian colors). Mackenzie was known for using all kinds of weapons in battle, but Sergei's weapons were numerous and very effective. His wide ranged arsenal would give him a massive advantage against Mackenzie.

And yet, it hadn’t…and that stunned the king tremendously. It also gave him delight. “Fair enough. But listen, I got this job for you.”

“What is it?”

“I have two sons.”

“And you want me to marry one of them? Nope, I don’t do arranged marriages bud.”

“No, no. Protect them - well protect my real son. Nikita Zadorov.”

“Zadorov, huh?” Mackenzie repeated with a smirk. “So I fought Sergei Zadorov back there? Well, sir, I’d be humbled to help you out. Some real fighting and a real job would do me some good!”

“Excellent.”

She followed him to his vehicle and hopped in. Mackenzie and Sergei chatted along the way. They made it back to the castle, where Nikita, Xenia and Val were.

Notes

And so, Russian Mystique comes in. I envision her like a mixture of Anastasia, Catwoman, Black Widow and Sarah Walker. Any badass princess or woman figure. :P


Next up: Russian Mystique gets to handle two attempted kidnappings on Nikita