09-24-2014, 08:18 AM
-Camera cuts to Real Soviet Damage training in his own personal gym with a few other MMA fighters training alongside him. It is filled with treadmills, assorted weights, an octagon and other exercise machines. He is currently in the middle of a deadlift as the cameraman walks over to him-
"Hey? Who let him in here? Get out! Oh you want to know my thoughts on the other contestants? Fine, but only 5 minutes."
-He takes a deep breath before glaring at the camera-
"Nice little promo you got there Bryan." Damage is mid deadlift of 600 pounds. "You know, it was really eye opening-" he drops the weight on the ground. "-to see how ignorant and cowardly you are. As soon as I reveal how pathetic your country is, you want none of it! I guess I really opened your eyes, huh? Oh look at me! I can break flags too! As for renting helicopters? I sense a tinge of jealousy. You are a no namer, from a no name federation, your hometown is... wait what? Oh yeah, it has no name because you completely disowned the USA. I may be repeating this a lot, but you seem to think people care about who you are and what you say, when you are NOTHING... but still. You say I'm nothing? You know nothing. Verne Gagne was not an Olympic medallist, he merely took part in the Olympics. Mad Dog Vachon was not an Olympic Medallist he was a Commonwealth Gold Medallist. "And others" I can safely say, hand on heart, singing the Russian national anthem that there has never been an Olympic Gold medallist other than me and Kurt Angle. Also I'm not a real Soviet because I don't call it the Soviet Union? You seem to know a lot about for someone who just burned the Soviet flag. 'When the Soviet Union collapsed in 1991 the Russian Soviet Federative Republic - the successor state to the Soviet Union - was renamed as the Russian Federation' Bitch."
-He moves onto the treadmill and steps onto it, starting to jog before picking up the pace-
"Also, Bryan you say that when your little title belt thing on your wall is full, then you will be a star. Also that I will never be a star! Shut up, James. You will NEVER be a star. I am already in the history books and anything you accomplish here will be forgotten in a couple of years time when you retire after I break you just like the American flag. You see, you already did talk shit about my country. So I talked shit about yours and now I don't know what I'm dealing with? Oh I do know what I'm dealing with." He turns up the level on the treadmill, "I'm dealing with a hypocrite who knows absolutely nothing about REAL wrestling. Who thinks that overlook a gold medallist just because he's never won anything in his life. Poor Bryan, look at my MMA record. 5-0-0. I will take pleasure in ending you, I can promise you that."
-Steps off the treadmill and enters the octagon where his personal trainer is waiting with a set of pads-
"Thanks for having the balls to accept my shoot challenge though, James, unlike that fat sack of potatoes Dwight, who avoided the question throughout his promo and instead questioned the logic of it. I wouldn't be surprised if he declined, he comes across as a coward and he has no MMA background what so ever." Fedor starts punching the pads with impeccable accuracy, "But you, James. I looked at your bio on the XWF website and it said that you've trained in Brazilian jiu jitsu. That's quite an impressive martial art to learn, but it won't help against me. I'm just too strong!" he starts throwing some roundhouse kicks at the pads now. "As for that mute Doc Shaw. I will break you as well. You seem to think that by not talking it will build up a mystery around you, when it does the exact opposite, it makes you a coward. You're afraid that you might offend one of us and we will go hard on you in the ring. Mark my words. I will destroy you." Fedor runs at the trainer and pulls off a perfect double leg takedown. He chuckles and brings the trainer to his feet, "I don't know why I bother training. No matter what I will win tonight. Whether I pin Doc Shaw, Bryan James or Dwight Schrute. Mark my words."
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