Post by Pavel Sachkovsky on Feb 6, 2016 16:23:35 GMT -5
"Some people tell you that fighting is wrong. Some people tell you that fighting is right. There is no wrong or right in this. You fight when you are pushed against the wall. You fight when you feel like the world is turning upside down on you. You fight when it is your only option. You fight when you don't get what you wanted. You fight because that's your nature."
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"I constantly had to battle. When I was twelve years old, my parents sent me to a kickboxing school. I trained as a kid. I was constantly picked up on by kids in my school. So the only way to stop that was to kick one of those kids in the head, snapping his neck, leaving him paralyzed."
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"That's why they sent me to the juvenile prison. There I met Mr. Volkov. One of the toughest wardens. He took me under his wing, and I was his hired gun. Anytime a kid did something wrong, he would send me to their cell, and just let me beat the shit out of them. I enjoyed every second of making those kids bleed."
~ Takes a sip from the glass of vodka. ~
"I did that very often, almost on a daily basis. I spent almost 10 years of my life doing nothing but beating up people. After I got released from the prison, I was starting my mixed martial arts career. It was just another reason for me to beat up people. It let me be myself and let me dish out my anger on people who had no problem getting beaten."
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"During my MMA career, I met another MMA fighter. Who became my mentor, my spiritual guide. He let me fight in underground free fighting tournaments. Where there are literally no rules. You can do whatever you want in that ring. If your opponent dies... well, he dies. I've killed five people in that tournament. And I got away with it, because nobody ever knows about this tournaments."
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"So, with all that being said, why do you think I'm here? I'm here to take out my anger, my final pain on the wrestlers. Nothing is going to be the same. The pain is going to be delivered to others personally. I don't care if I fight a midget high-flyer, or a seven foot giant. I don't really give a crap. I'm here to feel pain and dish out pain."
~ Throws the broken glass on the ground, and smashes it with his foot. ~
"So, you might be asking who I am?"
~ Takes the camera in front of him smashes it to the floor, which makes the screen go black and white... ~
"My name is Pavel..."
~ Screen fades to black with the word Lokomotiv colored in bloody red appears on the screen ~
...
"I constantly had to battle. When I was twelve years old, my parents sent me to a kickboxing school. I trained as a kid. I was constantly picked up on by kids in my school. So the only way to stop that was to kick one of those kids in the head, snapping his neck, leaving him paralyzed."
...
"That's why they sent me to the juvenile prison. There I met Mr. Volkov. One of the toughest wardens. He took me under his wing, and I was his hired gun. Anytime a kid did something wrong, he would send me to their cell, and just let me beat the shit out of them. I enjoyed every second of making those kids bleed."
~ Takes a sip from the glass of vodka. ~
"I did that very often, almost on a daily basis. I spent almost 10 years of my life doing nothing but beating up people. After I got released from the prison, I was starting my mixed martial arts career. It was just another reason for me to beat up people. It let me be myself and let me dish out my anger on people who had no problem getting beaten."
...
"During my MMA career, I met another MMA fighter. Who became my mentor, my spiritual guide. He let me fight in underground free fighting tournaments. Where there are literally no rules. You can do whatever you want in that ring. If your opponent dies... well, he dies. I've killed five people in that tournament. And I got away with it, because nobody ever knows about this tournaments."
...
"So, with all that being said, why do you think I'm here? I'm here to take out my anger, my final pain on the wrestlers. Nothing is going to be the same. The pain is going to be delivered to others personally. I don't care if I fight a midget high-flyer, or a seven foot giant. I don't really give a crap. I'm here to feel pain and dish out pain."
~ Throws the broken glass on the ground, and smashes it with his foot. ~
"So, you might be asking who I am?"
~ Takes the camera in front of him smashes it to the floor, which makes the screen go black and white... ~
"My name is Pavel..."
~ Screen fades to black with the word Lokomotiv colored in bloody red appears on the screen ~