Post by Stepan Malikov on Dec 31, 2019 19:31:34 GMT -5
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Cut to Stepan standing in a empty warehouse, a whiteboard behind him, fiddling with his microphone.
"Testing, testing one two three am I coming through".
"Loud and clear" says the cameraman.
"Sweet, hello Action Wrestling fans, actually, I should have a name for you guys, maybe the Stepanwolves, nah, oh I got it, Malikovs Malcontents, no too long, um, wait yes, you shall be christened The Malikov Militia, anyway welcome to my new show 'The Breakdown', in which yours truly will give a preview into my matches, discuss my opponents, and hopefully have a little fun along the way".
Stepan gives a extremely cheesy smile to the camera.
"But first I should probably address what happened on the last episode of Clash".
Footage of Stepan attacking Alexander begins playing on the screen as Stepan talks over it.
"While I don't really want to get into specifics, I will say that it was never my intention to hurt poor Alexander, but when a business man, like myself, senses weakness, the only real option is to eliminate it, so while I will not apologize for what I did, I wanted to make it clear that their was no malicious intent behind it, just a decision I felt I needed to make to better my future and that's that".
Cut back to Stepan smirking to himself.
"Now, back to the show, this week I have been entered into a ten man battle royal, were the winner will become the number one contender to the United States Championship, currently being held by Spencer Adams, or KOS, whatever he calls himself, it's very confusing".
Stepan reaches into his pocket and pulls out a marker.
"Let's discuss whose in the match, a truly amazing field of competitors, a real whose who of who gives a shit, firstly".
Stepan turns to the whiteboard and writes Liam Archer?
"We have Liam boy, who is Liam you ask, I have no clue, next".
He turns and writes Tyler Ransom with a little money sign next to it.
"The Real Deal, as he calls himself, some people call him the future of this business, personally I don't see it, but hes got to have some promise to garner such acclaim, next".
He writes Alex Scott?
"Sheesh, another dude I haven't heard of, listen Alex, don't feel slighted, I couldn't tell you even half the roster here, next".
As he writes Carnivore, he puts a little smiley face next to it.
"Aw man, this is a tough one, not only do I know who Carnivore is, I actually like him, hey Carnivore, no hard feelings, may the best man win, next".
He writes Steve Dackle next, with a crude doodle of a scorpion next to it.
"Dakkie boy, he's a very large man, so i'l leave him to the others, maybe kick him in the nuts a few times, eh we'll see, next".
He writes Roger Wright?
"Goddamn I gotta start socializing more, next".
He writes Cameron Bats next, with a doodle of a cane next to it.
Stepan begins giggling.
"Alright listen to this, this fuckers blind, I think he uses like echolocation or something, so all I gotta do is keep quiet and he'll be completely useless, ah man that's some funny shit, next".
He writes Shadowlove? before turning to the camera and shrugging, turning back and writing Campbell Chase with a frowny face.
"Last up is 'Wrestling's Last Chance', last chance at what, I don't know, but when he first signed with Action Wrestling, the dude I think was trying to fire me on twitter, I had no clue who he was or what was going on but it was pretty funny".
Stepan turns back towards the whiteboard, snickering to himself.
"Shout out to Camila for the layup, because besides Carnivore and Dakkie, I don't see myself having much trouble winning this".
Stepan turns and begins walking towards the camera, a shit eating grin plastered on his face.
"Well everyone, I hope you enjoyed the first episode of 'The Breakdown', we're still testing a lot of things so please leave your feedback below, see you next time".
Cut to black.
*THE NEXT DAY*
'Uploading: 78%'
The scene opens inside a hotel room, clothes scattered on the floor, empty cans of beer spilling out of the trash bin.
Stepan sits on the bed, staring at the laptop screen in front of him, scowling.
"Fucking Florida WiFi is just as bad as Vegas WiFi".
Stepan sighs deeply, before laying down and staring at the ceiling.
The memory of attacking Alexander playing over and over in his mind, his fists tightening.
"You can't lose control like that, if you let yourself go everything we have worked for will be for nothing" whispers a voice.
Stepan sits up and looks for the source of the voice.
"Over here Debil" the voice says, coming from the desk behind Stepan.
Turing around, Stepan is greeted by himself lying on the desk.
"Oh it's you, you scared me there man" Stepan sighs, lying back down.
"And I know, it was a mistake and I'm going to be better, it's just hard to keep it all in sometimes".
"Excuses excuses, you need to be more than better, you need to be perfect".
"Jeez man, setting the bar a bit high aren't we".
Fake Stepan throws a pen at real Stepans head.
"Fuck dude what's your problem".
"Your my problem, if you don't start taking this seriously then it's all going to fall apart".
"I do take it seriously, all my time is devoted to the business".
"Not the stupid business, you need to focus on wrestling, it's what's keeping you together, letting you use up all that anger so when push comes to shove, you can keep control".
"Christ man, the business is my baby, I don't know if i'm able to not give it my full attention".
"Stop bellyaching, now wake up, someones calling you".
Stepan jolts awake, the sound of his phone ringing filling the room.
Slowly he grabs it and accepts the call.
"Hello, ok, that can be done yes, and when do you need them by, alright, pleasure doing business with you".
Stepan drops his phone to the floor and takes a look at the laptop.
'Uploading: 79%'
"Aw you gotta be fucking kidding me".
Stepan grabs a cigarette and his lighter from the bedside table, putting the cigarette in his mouth and lighting it.
"It's gonna be a long fucking day".
Cut to Stepan standing in a empty warehouse, a whiteboard behind him, fiddling with his microphone.
"Testing, testing one two three am I coming through".
"Loud and clear" says the cameraman.
"Sweet, hello Action Wrestling fans, actually, I should have a name for you guys, maybe the Stepanwolves, nah, oh I got it, Malikovs Malcontents, no too long, um, wait yes, you shall be christened The Malikov Militia, anyway welcome to my new show 'The Breakdown', in which yours truly will give a preview into my matches, discuss my opponents, and hopefully have a little fun along the way".
Stepan gives a extremely cheesy smile to the camera.
"But first I should probably address what happened on the last episode of Clash".
Footage of Stepan attacking Alexander begins playing on the screen as Stepan talks over it.
"While I don't really want to get into specifics, I will say that it was never my intention to hurt poor Alexander, but when a business man, like myself, senses weakness, the only real option is to eliminate it, so while I will not apologize for what I did, I wanted to make it clear that their was no malicious intent behind it, just a decision I felt I needed to make to better my future and that's that".
Cut back to Stepan smirking to himself.
"Now, back to the show, this week I have been entered into a ten man battle royal, were the winner will become the number one contender to the United States Championship, currently being held by Spencer Adams, or KOS, whatever he calls himself, it's very confusing".
Stepan reaches into his pocket and pulls out a marker.
"Let's discuss whose in the match, a truly amazing field of competitors, a real whose who of who gives a shit, firstly".
Stepan turns to the whiteboard and writes Liam Archer?
"We have Liam boy, who is Liam you ask, I have no clue, next".
He turns and writes Tyler Ransom with a little money sign next to it.
"The Real Deal, as he calls himself, some people call him the future of this business, personally I don't see it, but hes got to have some promise to garner such acclaim, next".
He writes Alex Scott?
"Sheesh, another dude I haven't heard of, listen Alex, don't feel slighted, I couldn't tell you even half the roster here, next".
As he writes Carnivore, he puts a little smiley face next to it.
"Aw man, this is a tough one, not only do I know who Carnivore is, I actually like him, hey Carnivore, no hard feelings, may the best man win, next".
He writes Steve Dackle next, with a crude doodle of a scorpion next to it.
"Dakkie boy, he's a very large man, so i'l leave him to the others, maybe kick him in the nuts a few times, eh we'll see, next".
He writes Roger Wright?
"Goddamn I gotta start socializing more, next".
He writes Cameron Bats next, with a doodle of a cane next to it.
Stepan begins giggling.
"Alright listen to this, this fuckers blind, I think he uses like echolocation or something, so all I gotta do is keep quiet and he'll be completely useless, ah man that's some funny shit, next".
He writes Shadowlove? before turning to the camera and shrugging, turning back and writing Campbell Chase with a frowny face.
"Last up is 'Wrestling's Last Chance', last chance at what, I don't know, but when he first signed with Action Wrestling, the dude I think was trying to fire me on twitter, I had no clue who he was or what was going on but it was pretty funny".
Stepan turns back towards the whiteboard, snickering to himself.
"Shout out to Camila for the layup, because besides Carnivore and Dakkie, I don't see myself having much trouble winning this".
Stepan turns and begins walking towards the camera, a shit eating grin plastered on his face.
"Well everyone, I hope you enjoyed the first episode of 'The Breakdown', we're still testing a lot of things so please leave your feedback below, see you next time".
Cut to black.
*THE NEXT DAY*
'Uploading: 78%'
The scene opens inside a hotel room, clothes scattered on the floor, empty cans of beer spilling out of the trash bin.
Stepan sits on the bed, staring at the laptop screen in front of him, scowling.
"Fucking Florida WiFi is just as bad as Vegas WiFi".
Stepan sighs deeply, before laying down and staring at the ceiling.
The memory of attacking Alexander playing over and over in his mind, his fists tightening.
"You can't lose control like that, if you let yourself go everything we have worked for will be for nothing" whispers a voice.
Stepan sits up and looks for the source of the voice.
"Over here Debil" the voice says, coming from the desk behind Stepan.
Turing around, Stepan is greeted by himself lying on the desk.
"Oh it's you, you scared me there man" Stepan sighs, lying back down.
"And I know, it was a mistake and I'm going to be better, it's just hard to keep it all in sometimes".
"Excuses excuses, you need to be more than better, you need to be perfect".
"Jeez man, setting the bar a bit high aren't we".
Fake Stepan throws a pen at real Stepans head.
"Fuck dude what's your problem".
"Your my problem, if you don't start taking this seriously then it's all going to fall apart".
"I do take it seriously, all my time is devoted to the business".
"Not the stupid business, you need to focus on wrestling, it's what's keeping you together, letting you use up all that anger so when push comes to shove, you can keep control".
"Christ man, the business is my baby, I don't know if i'm able to not give it my full attention".
"Stop bellyaching, now wake up, someones calling you".
Stepan jolts awake, the sound of his phone ringing filling the room.
Slowly he grabs it and accepts the call.
"Hello, ok, that can be done yes, and when do you need them by, alright, pleasure doing business with you".
Stepan drops his phone to the floor and takes a look at the laptop.
'Uploading: 79%'
"Aw you gotta be fucking kidding me".
Stepan grabs a cigarette and his lighter from the bedside table, putting the cigarette in his mouth and lighting it.
"It's gonna be a long fucking day".