-Real Soviet Damage walks over and turns the camera on, the quality of the footage is pretty bad, showing him sitting on a coffee stained old couch-

"My agent alerted me this morning that this guy I'm meant to be facing called uh... what's his name again?" Another Russian voice in the background yells the name 'Dwight Schrute'. "Dwight Schrute? Well Dwight, sorry for forgetting your name it's just you mean absolutely nothing to me. You made a few comments at the promo I did on hardcore wrestling and you seem to have misunderstood me at a few parts. I am not a hypocrite. The reason I did what I did was to show people how dangerous it was and how easy it is to do. You learn these things once you gain such a prestigious title such as Olympic Gold Medallist... Oh wait, you won't because Olympians need to be in good shape and have good stamina. YOU my friend need to lay off the pies.

-He laughs and grabs the camera, turning it around to see a whole cabinet full of medals and trophies Orlov has gained over his career. He puts the camera back where it was before-

"You also insulted the beautiful country of Russia. I recently went to Lithuania in the summer holidays and one of my friends there gave me a well known Lithuanian saying about your people. 'He's like a German. He can't understand a reasonable man.' Maybe this is why you found my promo so confusing? Well since you took the time out of your day to review my promo, I will be a gentleman and return the favour."

-Orlov turns on his laptop and watches the footage while making strange faces and frowning at certain parts, he closes the laptop-

"Great, some background information about you that I don't care about. Alright, you start off with the old fashioned 'daddy issues' thing. Waaahhh! My father hit me! At least this explains maybe why you're such an asshole, poor parenting. Shows how ignorant and violent the Germans are. Just like the ignorant parents today who let their kids watch this hardcore wrestling crap. Anyway, back on point, you're gonna kick our asses yada yada... NEXT! You proceed to tell us that you're going to enlighten us with an interesting story about how you became a wrestler. You failed immediately by going on about some paper company closing down a branch and the careers of all your co-workers there who we don't give a shit about. Okay, so then you started training to become a wrestler in 2013. 2013? This is going to be a cakewalk. You're a ROOKIE! Then your nobodyevengivesashit farm closes down. Alright."

-Orlov sighs and pushes the laptop off his lap onto the floor, yawning-

"You said a few things at the end but I lost interest by then, at least mine managed to keep your attention! By the way, I forgot mention that at the beginning you stated that wrestling was 'fake fighting'. Fake fighting, huh? Listen up you little нацистский. I'd like to challenge you Dwight Schrute to a shoot match and I'll even let you pick the date. That is if you are not as much of a coward as you seem and have the balls to accept it. See you on Wednesday, dickwad."