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Post by Cleo Phillips on Jul 26, 2020 19:30:14 GMT -5
[[The Friend]]
Her friend was late, Cleo has been waiting for Monique long enough that her dirty chai latte was almost empty. Monique was her best friend for sure, but the girl always had an issue with being on time for such social gatherings. For someone who was starting up a career and needed to train and prepare, time was certainly an issue, and when Monique finally arrived, Cleo made sure to let the taller woman know how she felt.
[Cleo] I love ya’ Momo, but you can’t be late like this. I’m a busy girl now, and I don’t have a lot of free time to spend with my friends, no disrespect but every minute counts here.
[Monique] Sorry Cleo. I tried. I really did.
Cleo sighed and waved it off, no harm no foul here.
[Cleo] Don’t worry about it so much, just the jitters of my career finally starting.
[Monique] Yeah, I saw your debut, gotta say with the short notice you were given, you managed to show up pretty well. Top four.
[Cleo] If only I had more time to prepare, I could have won the thing. It’s cool though. They still gave me the main event on Riot. so I must have impressed somebody. Now, I just need to deliver.
[Monique] I’ve seen you smash a beer bottle over a guys head before giving him the ol’ swift kick to the balls, followed by a knee to the face. You’re gonna be fine.
Cleo laughed, that was an old memory from high school, and one of her favorites. Really that guy shouldn’t have grabbed her ass at the party, and he wouldn’t have gotten his ass kicked.
[Cleo] Yeah, your probably right. They got me against another new arrival, same guy who took me out at Destiny.
[Monique] So, it’s revenge then?
[Cleo] I don’t know about revenge, but I will be letting Mr. Moskovitz know that what I told him on twitter still stands…*catch these ones, and it wont be so easy.* I didn’t join Apex to play any games,
Moniques vanilla bean latte had arrived, and she took a sip with a smile, she was proud of her friend and knew she would be a star in Apex before too long.
[Monique] Well, you know I always got your back, you ever need Big Mo’, just call on me.
[Cleo] Only if Big Mo’ starts getting her ass places on time.
The two laugh, clearly Cleo isn’t all about the tough exterior she presents. But that isn’t to say she’s soft. She’s seen her share of trials and tribulations to get her to this point, and is far from anything considered privileged.
[Monique] Just saying, you can call on me if you need to.
[Cleo] Well, for now, let me focus on Cleo, but if things get too heated, I know who to call for backup.
[Monique] Totally. I always got you, so what’s this Mosowhatever guy about?
[Cleo] Kazimir Moskovitz, he’s some guy they got form Russia, heard he has some dark past, something to do with his sister passing away, all sounds sort of sad really.
[Monique] Poor guy, that’s gotta be tough.
[Cleo] I do feel for the guy, but I can’t go into this feeling sorry for him. It’s none of my business anyway. He’s my opponent, and that is all I see him as currently. It’s not my job to weep for his dead sister.
[Monique] Coming off a little cold there Cleo…
[Cleo] I’m just being real, anyway. I got some interview setup with that guy from Detroit, I’ll speak to Mr. Moskovitz then, for now let’s just kick back/
[Monique] Daniel Clark? My cousin says he’s a pretty big deal in Detroit.
[Cleo] Yeah him. Supposed to be one of those, sit down, black couch interviews, get to know the new girl..that sort of thing.
[Monique] Sounds legit, gotta say...I’m proud of you Cleo.
[Cleo] Thanks Momo.
The two girls chatted for some time, talking about nothing in particular of interest to anyone but them, just two old friends catching up over some coffee, before one sets it off on the career of a lifetime.
[[The Interview]]
The setup for the interview was rather plan, two black chairs sat facing the cameras, separated only by a table with two coffee cups, behind each chair is a simple fern, to add some sense of decor and color. Daniel Clark is already seated, papers in hand looking as professional as he can, clearly taking his job as an interviewer seriously.
[Daniel] Hello Apex fans. Daniel Clark here, and today I have been able to setup an interview with someone we don’t know a whole lot about. We saw her debut at Destiny in the Collateral Damage Battle Royale, and while unsuccessful, she was part of the final four and showed some true grit in what we did get to see of her, ladies and gentlemen….Cleo Phillips.
Lex Bratcher’s “M.I.A.” starts to play, as Cleo walks into frame with some swagger in her step, wearing a casual attire of a backwards cap, dark sunglasses, jeans, a t-shirt reading “SET IT OFF”, and brown Timberland boots, she casually leans back in the empty chair, adjusts her glasses and chews on a stick of gum with an air of arrogance, the music plays for a few more moments before fading out to start to interview.
[Daniel] Well. First of all, welcome and thank you for your time. I understand it was you who asked for this time?
[Cleo] That's right. I told them to give me someone with a little more professionalism than that Cameron Fernandez, and it looks to me like they delivered.
[Daniel] Well, I appreciate that. So, I guess, to kick things off, care to tell us a little bit about yourself? Who is Cleo Phillips?
Cleo smacked her gum a bit, keeping a shit-eating grin on her face, she was confident and it showed.
[Cleo] I’m just a girl who grew up in The Bronx, learning to fight for everything I had. I never had anything handed to me Daniel. I had to fight every step of the way to get to where I’m at now, and now that I’m here, I’m not about to just sit on the sidelines and watch. My top goal is to be the Alpha Female of this company that I already know I am. I just need to go out there and show everyone else that Cleo Phillips is the real deal and I’m not someone that anyone is going to be able to simply walk over.
[Daniel] Who did you train under?
[Cleo] I did most of my training down in North Carolina, with the Lyons family, maybe a few here have heard of that Vincent kid who works for some other company, and good for him, but while I may come from the same school as him, I’m in a different company and am my own different person. This is MY story.
[Daniel] Well, let me ask you this Cleo, is there anyone in Apex that has rubbed you the wrong way? Anyone starting to get under your skin yet?
Cleo lowered her sunglasses slightly, and stared at Daniel for a moment, she chuckled to herself and smiled.
[Cleo] Trying to start some drama? I like you, so I’m going to give it to you straight. I don’t like Heather Haze, she represents everything I’m not, using sex appeal to get to the top and making petty excuses for herself.
[Daniel] Heather Haze is the Collateral Damage champion, and despite what anyone might say about her, she finds a way to win, even with all the odds stacked against her.
[Cleo] Yeah yeah yeah, I get all that. But she wan ts to demand apologies on twitter? For what? Being told to stand up like a real woman and fight? You were put in HARMS WAY? You joined the wrestling business and are worried about being put in HARMS WAY?
Cleo laughs at the words after she says them, to her they’re just humorous.
[Cleo] Like I told you, it’s the wrestling business, knuckle up or get snatched up. If you can’t put your big girl pants on, then perhaps you should just go back to your previous profession.
Cleo says the words previous profession with utter disgust, speaking directly about Heathers past as a pornstar.
[Cleo] And because I forgot to respond, or rather had better things to do at the time Heather, let me tell you now...I am NOT your fucking sister. You want to talk about harms way, catch these ones with me and you’ll see what harms way is all about.
[Daniel] Heather Haze however, is not your opponent this week. Kasimir Moskovitz is, and I understand you had an exchange with him on twitter as well.
[Cleo] Yeah, you could say that. But unlike with Heather Haze, my words with Mr. Moskovitz were more respectful. I know a bit about his story, and I know what it’s like growing up with a poor family in the ghetto. I understand it may be a whole different animal over there in Mother Russia, but I had my own things to deal with growing up in a ghetto area of The Bronx, I think at we both at least understand the true meaning of the word struggle, which is why I know he’s going to bring a real fight, I hope he realizes that I am going to be bringing one too. I’m not like these other girls out here Daniel.
[Daniel] Meaning?
[Cleo] I don’t go out there and flaunt my body, I don’t use anysort of sex appeal to get what I want. I don’t need to do any of that bullshit. When I’m out there, it’s going to be a fight. If you tell me anything goes, you might catch a bottle upside your head..who knows. Bottom line, is I’m going out there to fight, and I’m going to do what I need to in order to get that dub.
[Daniel] Let’s go the other direction with it, has anyone caught your eye that you might want to align yourself with?
Cleo lowered her sunglasses, and raised an eyebrow at Daniel.
[Cleo] It’s too early to worry about any of that Daniel. Right now, I need to focus on me, and getting my name out there. Working with someone would only tie an anchor to me. Once I get my name established, then maybe we can go that route. I’ll say it now though, I don’t align myself with anyone, people align themselves with me.
[Daniel] I don’t think that remark is going to make you many friends.
[Cleo] Ask me if I care.
Daniel didn’t need to ask, it was clear she didn’t, and it was clear she was nothing but confident in her own abilities to become a top talent in Apex.
[Daniel] Miss Phillips, it’s clear you have a lot of confidence, care to speak on where that comes from?
[Cleo] It just comes from growing up fighting, and learning to defend yourself at a young age. Most of the talent around here haven’t dealt with the hard times someone like me has, and that’s what’s built me into the confident queen you see before you.
[Daniel] Indulge us with a story, an incident that’s helped build you into who you are now.
[Cleo] Oh, I got some stories….
She smiles, as she begins telling a tale of an event that happened a few years prior.
[Cleo] So, I was probably about nineteen…..
[[The Flashback]]
Cleo looks at the muscular man across the table from her, and slams her fists down angrily, shaking the table, and knocking a glass to the floor.
[Cleo] The FUCK do you mean the money is gone Eddie?
[Eddie] Marlo and his boys, they took all of it.
[Cleo] And why the FUCK did you let them take it?
[Eddie] They jumped me Cleo, look at my fucking eye!
Eddies eye was pretty worse for wear, the purple coloring was clear on his melanin.
[Cleo] I don’t give a shit about your fucking eye Eddie, we needed that money. You fucked up this time. Your lucky I don’t fuck up your good eye.
[Eddie] Sorry Cleo.
Eddie hangs his head in shame, as Cleo angrily flips the table, and storms out of the room.
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[Cleo] ….so you see Daniel, since Eddie fucked up, I had to take matters into my own hands…..
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Cleo had hid in the dumpster for a good couple of hours, someone even threw some old fast food bags on top of her without noticing her in there, to make it worse, they didn’t even finish their drink, Sprite apparently.
A man walks into the alley, he’s alone and hiding his face, keeping a grip on a backpack. He comes to a stop in the alley, not to far from her hiding spot, she takes a quick peek at him kneeling down to check the bag, before jumping out, baseball bat in hand and rushing at him, taking a swing that just misses the top of his head.
[Man] Holy shit, what the fuck?!
[Cleo] I missed on purpose, I’ll have you know.
[Man] Who the fuck are you?
[Cleo] I’m the bitch your boss robbed, you be sure to tell Marlo what happened here today.
[Man] Fuck you.
[Cleo] Wrong answer.
The man is met with a solid fist to the jaw, a tooth hits the ground, as he spits out some blood, before getting into Cleos face
[Man] You wanna fucking dance bitch?
Cleo holds her ground and stays in the guys face, not the type to back down this random goon isn’t about to intimidate her. This was about sending a message to Marlo that her crew was not to be fucked with, and robbing them was a mistake.
[Cleo] I do.
The man rushed Cleo and held her against the alleyway wall, she dropped her bat in the process. She struggled, as he held her against the wall.
[Cleo] ugrfh...that all you got?
The man scowled, and grunted before swinging a fist at Cleo, who moved her head just in time for him to hit the cement wall.
[Man] SHIT!
He loosened his grip for just a moment, shaking his fist, allowing her to wriggle free and use one of her favorite techniques, the ol’ kick to the balls, it brings any man to their knees, and she was angry so she used a little extra force. The guy may not even be able to have children now.
As he gripped his crown jewels, she made a dash for the bat, he was quick after her, but not quick enough and a solid swung took the wind out of the guy, and he fell to his knees, Cleo stood above him, holding the bat at his head.
[Cleo] Where the fuck is my money asshole?
[Man] ...It’s gone. Marlo did away with it already.
[Cleo] How much is in the bag?
[Man] ….
Cleo raised the bat as if to swing, but stopped as the man spoke.
[Man] ...Just a few thousand, it’s todays earnings from deals.
[Cleo] Leave it. Tell Marlo you ran into Cleo Phillips and that she’ll be coming for the rest.
[Man]... yes...ok..
For good measure, she kicks the man in the head, grabs his bag and escapes out of the alley. The guy was probably going to get in trouble with his boss for coming up “light”, but that wasn’t her problem.
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[[The Interview (cont.)]]
[Cleo] ….and that’s about the size of it. I ran with some rough people before coming here Daniel, tough people from the streets. But I was able to hold my own, like I said I’m not some barbie doll bimbo. I’m not going to give you some rehashed living out my childhood dream story. I am in Apex for two reasons. To kick peoples ass, and to make some fucking money.
[Daniel] Did you ever get the rest of your money from Marlo?
[Cleo] Well now Daniel, we can’t give away the whole story right away now can we? That wouldn’t be any fun.
[Daniel] Fair enough, is there anything maybe you want to say directly to your opponent, Kasimir Mosokvitz? Now is the time.
The cameras focus more on Cleo, who looks directly at them, showing no fear. She knows already how tough the guy is, he proved that at Destiny. But she doesn’t let that break her, this time she’s going to show Kasimir, and the rest of Apex that she didn’t show up here to play games, and she has even intention of going straight to the top.
[Cleo] I want to make it clear to Mr. Moskovitz, this is not a game for me. This is my way of life now, and I am not that girl who’s going to lay down and be pushed around. I will fight back, and I will give everything I have to get this victory. I can tell you’re going to come with the same,you have your own reasons for fighting, and that’s honorable. But I can’t let that get in the way of my goals and what I am looking to accomplish. Cleo Phillips is destined to be at the top, as a champion. Whatever path I end up on, I’ll find my way to one, and it all starts with you. I’m glad they gave me someone who can bring a fight, I’ll give them that. The ghettos of Russia have hardened you, and you, like me understand struggle.
She leans closer into the camera, and lowers her sunglasses, she’s not smiling, she’s serious and clearly ready to kick somebodys ass.
[Cleo] I come from the streets too, some call it the concrete jungle. I can’t speak for how the ghettos of Russia are, but I know mine were violent and as tough as they come, all I really know is what I had to endure, and the violence I had to deal with. Bottom line, I’m in PWS Apex now, and I am ready to SET IT OFF.
[Daniel] What do you mean when you say set it off?
Cleo laughed a little bit. And even smiled.
[Cleo] Oh thats simple, it just means when I get in that ring, it’s about to get wild, like I said I didn’t some here to play games, I’m here simply to kick ass and make money. So, you know, when you face up against me, some shits gonna pop off, you know what I mean? I’m not afraid to get violent if I need to. I might even encourage it a little, point is. Set it off is just me letting everyone else know, shits about to get real sp be sure to put your big girl or big boy pants on when you draw my name as an opponent.
[Daniel] Is there anything more you would like to add?
[Cleo] Naw, I think we’re done here. Everyone should have a good idea of who Cleo Phillips is, and what she intends to bring to the table. It’s up to them to believe me, and trust Daniel...trust I have no problem showing any doubters what I’m capable of.
[Daniel] Well, I thank you for your time Ms. Phillips and wish you all the best in your new career.
[Cleo] Thank you Daniel, this was a proper interview.
[Daniel] Well, thank you for that. Folks, this has been Daniel Clark with Cleo Phillips. Until next time.
The audio slowly fades out, just after the scene it self fades to black.
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Post by Kazimir Moskovitz on Jul 26, 2020 22:05:27 GMT -5
THE AFTERMATH
(Kazimir winces as he’s being helped to the back where he walks on wobbly knees until he screams like a beast and powers his way up absolutely shoving everybody off of him as he limps his way to the trainer’s room where he flings open the door...various other competitors are there getting checked out as Kazimir simply staggers over to the supply desk and rips it open grabbing a roll of gauze...one of the doctor’s walks up to him looking down at his clipboard.)
Doctor: Alright what seems to be the- OH MY GOD!!!
(The Doctor has looked up and seen the punctured back of Kazimir Moskovitz who just took a high impact slam on a bed of nails. His back looks reminiscent of the scene in Across The Universe where Jude pins all the strawberries to the wall letting them drip down the canvas. Kazi looks over his shoulder absolutely snarling…)
Kazimir Moskovitz: I am fine.
Doctor: WELL..NO...ACTUALLY you look like a dartboard gone wrong. Here...let me help.
(Kazimir, only relenting because the human body cannot physically reach every part of their own back, relents and hands the doctor the gauze but the doctor first grabs some antibacterial ointment and hydrogen peroxide.)
Doctor: Would you uhh...would you like something for the pain before I do this?
Kazimir Moskovitz: Nyet. Pain builds character.
Doctor: ...anyone ever tell you you’re kinda intense, son?
Kazimir Moskovitz: Only those that don’t value use of legs.
Doctor: ...duly noted!
Voice: KAZIMIR!!!
(The voice grates on Kazimir’s nerves...it was a voice he had heard all too many times since he got to America…)
THE FLASHBACK
“AHHHHHH!!! FUCK!!!”
Voice: NO, KAZIMIR!
(We see the inside of the Russow Wrestling Academy or whatever he’s calling it now...in the ring we see a small number of sweat drenched men and women working on hammerlocks...we see a young man on one knee grabbing at his shoulder and the seething Russian as Levi rushes over and gets in his face...Kazimir had the hammerlock cinched in and purposefully cranked it up because he didn’t particularly like the partner he had.)
The Iceman Levi Russow: You wanna tell me what that was?
Kazimir Moskovitz: I am sorry, Herr Russow! I guess Kazimir did not understand!
The Iceman Levi Russow: I think you fuckin’ understood JUST fine...how many times am I gonna have to tell you this business is about TRUST...NOT...INJURING. You wanna hurt people, go be a mixed martial artist or a thug or some other bullshit but in THIS building...you WILL do as I say!!!
Kazimir Moskovitz: Yes, Herr Russow!
The Iceman Levi Russow: We’re gonna run it again...THIS time...you’re gonna be paired up with ME.
(An evil smile flashed behind the expressionless veil on Kazimir’s face...what a fool Russow was being. But then...as brilliant as he was in his youth, that was always the ‘Russow Way’ wasn’t it? No matter...he was about to learn…)
The Iceman Levi Russow: And...BEGIN.
(Kazimir floats through effortlessly locking in the hammerlock and before he even realizes he’s done it...he’s cinched it up as hard as he can again! But to his surprise, there’s still life in the veteran as Levi floats through a reversal and locks in a hammerlock of his own and cinches it in tightly and he grabs Kazimir in a tight chokehold just for good measure snarling in his ear.)
The Iceman Levi Russow: ...you see? As strong as you are...and as tough as you are…
(Levi cranks the hold tighter as Kazimir can’t help but scream a little in agony causing Levi to just snarl more…)
The Iceman Levi Russow: ...there will ALWAYS...BE...A RECEIPT!!!
“LEVI THAT’S ENOUGH!!!”
(Levi throws Kazimir almost completely across the ring as Kazimir lands on his knees...we see Emma Russow slide into the ring and step in between them as Kazimir clutches his shoulder...the death glare on his face couldn’t be hidden now. But to his surprise...it was being matched by Russow as Emma calms her husband down.)
Emma Russow: What the Hell is going on!?
The Iceman Levi Russow: Someone chose the “hard way” to learn...I was teaching.
Emma Russow: You CANNOT just bring it upon yourself to hurt our students!!!
The Iceman Levi Russow: He’s fine.
(Levi turns to the young man Kazimir had tried to injure who is still holding his arm as Levi approaches.)
The Iceman Levi Russow: Hey kid...you okay?
Student: ...I think so...my arm felt like it was struck by lightning though…
The Iceman Levi Russow: Yeah…
(Levi turns and addresses the rest of the class.)
The Iceman Levi Russow: That’s what it feels like when you’re CARELESS with your opponent. Now that you’ve seen it the WRONG way...I expect each of you to work with CARE. Got me!?
Class: YES SIR!!!
(Levi turns back to the kid looking at his arm.)
The Iceman Levi Russow: It’s just a little stinger...let’s go get you checked out. KAZIMIR.
Kazimir Moskovitz: JA, HERR RUSSOW!!!
The Iceman Levi Russow: You’re done for the day.
Kazimir Moskovitz: But Herr Russow, I-
The Iceman Levi Russow: I SAID...you’re DONE.
(Emma and Levi lead the student out of the ring but there is another moment of knowing tension between Levi and Kazimir on the way out.)
THE TRAINER’S ROOM
“KAZIMIR!!!”
(Kazimir snarls...not even acknowledging the voice...as the Doctor continues working on his back. But much to his surprise, against his will, the Doctor is shoved to the side and Kazimir is whirled around and shoved up against the wall! Kazimir winces in pain as his back makes contact with the unforgiving brick and a forearm goes into his throat...Levi Russow had found him.)
The Iceman Levi Russow: WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT!? A FUCKING BED OF NAILS!?
(...but this wasn’t Russow’s gym...and Kazimir wasn’t a student anymore...indicated by the sneer on Kazimir’s face as he’s glaring and smiling in Levi’s face like an unhinged madman.)
Kazimir Moskovitz: Herr Russow...it was, how you say, “All is fair in love and war”...ja?
The Iceman Levi Russow: LISTEN to me you sonuvabitch! Chair, kendo sticks, anything CONVENTIONAL you find out there in those Collateral Damage matches is one thing but when you purposefully bring LIFE THREATENING INSTRUMENTS...IT BECOMES MY PROBLEM!!!
Kazimir Moskovitz: And did you have this talk with Miles Kasey and his axe!?
The Iceman Levi Russow: YOU’RE GODDAMN RIGHT I DID!!!
Kazimir Moskovitz: YOUR WORLD CHAMPION IS FAMOUS FOR WIELDING A KNIFE, JA!?
The Iceman Levi Russow: MACK has pushed the limits...MANY times...but he never USED IT!!!
(Kazimir surprises Levi...by laughing in his face…)
The Iceman Levi Russow: What the FUCK is so funny!?
Kazimir Moskovitz: Ahhh...YOU, Herr Russow…
(Kazimir calmly reaches his hand up to the forearm against his throat...and squeezes the joint of Levi’s pinky against his palm as Levi screams in pain. Kazimir powers him down to one knee as murder flashes across his face!)
Kazimir Moskovitz: DO YOU FEEL IN CONTROL *NOW*, HERR RUSSOW!? LISTEN AND UNDERSTAND, OLD MAN...KAZI IS NOT YOUR STUDENT ANYMORE...YOU WERE NO TEACHER...AND IF YOU CROSS KAZI AGAIN...HE WILL CRIPPLE YOU, JA?
“HEY YOU PINKO MOTHERFUCKER!!!”
(Kazimir lets go JUST in time to duck as a FIRE EXTINGUISHER comes flying past his head!!! He turns around just in time to see Levi back up on his feet, corralling an EXTREMELY livid Jack Russow in his arms!)
The Iceman Levi Russow: JACK, NO! This isn’t your problem!
Jack Russow: Yeah well it FUCKING IS NOW!!!
The Iceman Levi Russow: JACK! I will take care of this!!!
(Kazimir starts to laugh as Jack lunges out of Levi’s grasp and swings missing by narrow centimeters from Kazimir’s nose as Levi starts to drag him away, Jack fighting him every step of the way pointing and barking at Kazimir.)
Jack Russow: I SEE YOU AGAIN, YOU’RE A FUCKING DEAD MAN! YOU FUCKED WITH THE WRONG FAMILY YOU LITTLE RED RUSKIE BITCH!!!
(Kazimir makes a face like “Oooh I’m so scared!” wiggling his fingers at Jack as he turns and snaps his fingers indicating the Doctor can resume his work as this scene fades…)
THE PROMO
(The scene opens in a moss-covered, wet-walled, cobblestone room as we hear water dripping in the background...we see Kazimir rocking his body on the edge of an old wooden chair gripping his dog tags in one balled fist pressed against his mouth looking at an old picture of his family in his other hand...he moves his hand away from his mouth but continues rocking back and forth.)
Kazimir Moskovitz: Kazimir...lost…
(Kazimir suddenly looks at the camera, his burning red contact lenses almost glowing through the darkness like a demon.)
Kazimir Moskovitz: Is fine though, ja? Kazimir is used to loss. I have lost parents at 18 from car crash. I have lost sister to public care system. Kazimir has lost...everything there is to lose in this world. So what is one fight? What is one drop in the empty bucket weighed against another full of victory? See Kazimir knows how to lose...and is what makes Kazimir very dangerous man, ja?
(Kazi kisses the picture of his family and tucks it into the inner pocket of his jacket as he leans back in the chair.)
Kazimir Moskovitz: But important part is...each and every one of you knows Kazimir’s name now. Each and every last one of you knows what kind of man...Kazimir is prepared to be to get what he wants. To the bastard family who took Kazimir’s sister...if you are out there watching...know that Kazimir IS coming for you. Anya is her name. No *bad American southern accent* “Ayunnah”. And she does not BELONG to you. When I find you...if you return her to Kazi...all is well. After all, you surely did not expect me to survive Conscription, ja? Expect Kazimir to die in the Siberian tundra? You do not know...what kind of man...Kazimir is.
(Kazimir stands up calmly as he runs his fingers through his hair with a calm smile upon his face.)
Kazimir Moskovitz: And neither do you...this…”Cleo Phillips”. I admit...you impressed Kazimir in the Collateral Damage Open Challenge. But...you ran into wall, ja? BAM! Kazi has conscripted you right into Battalion of Pain. And if not for stupid redneck lumberjack and diseased American pig dog whore...Kazimir would have won the Collateral Damage championship in his first try! But like I said...is okay. Because holding that title? Is an inevitability for Kazimir. The champion...she lives on, how you say, “borrowed time”. BUT! They say Kazimir has to earn title shot first...once again, is fine! Kazi LOVES to fight! Unfortunate news for you that they make you first one-on-one victim, ja?
(Kazimir laughs coldly as he takes his jacket off and turns around showing his still healing puncture wounds to the camera before cackling with more evil ferocity in his voice before throwing his back against the cold, moss-covered cobblestone and slamming it repeatedly...snarling his face and growing more and more intense with each smack before he throws himself forward and flips his jacket back on, popping his collar and pacing back and forth like a caged lion.)
Kazimir Moskovitz: YOU...YOU wanted this match! You call Kazi out on Twitter and think you escape HARM!? KAZIMIR...WILL END YOUR PATHETIC CAREER...BEFORE IT BEGINS!!! Fragile American GIRL...you do not KNOW what Kazimir is yet capable of! You have seen but a FRACTION and it CRUMBLED you! They have given us the “Main Event”...but this is, what you call, a “Dark Match”. One last vulgar display of power to send bloodthirsty American fans home happy, ja!? So after we have danced our BEAUTIFUL dance of violence...I will leave your fingers as your only bones unbroken...so you may take to your precious Twitter and TELL THE WORLD...WHAT YOU HAVE LEARNED OF PAIN!!! BECAUSE I...AM KAZIMIR MOSKOVITZ!!!
...YA...KONETS...SVETA!!!!!!!!
(Kazimir starts laughing like a maniacal psychopath again as the scene fades with the blackness fading into a shot of just his eyes dancing on the dark screen much like a Devilish Cheshire Cat.)
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