COMMERCIAL: THE BATTLE FOR PRIME PT. 3

Another close up camera shot of Alexei Ruslan in his chair in front of a neutral gray backdrop. He once again smiles. It doesn’t reach his eyes. 

Alexei Ruslan: Hello again. Alexei Ruslan here with another part of a special expose on “The Battle for PRIME.” I’m here, once again, with Praporshchik Ivan Stanislav.

He nods to Stanislav, who is sitting in yet another chair. Behind him are the smashed remnants of his previous chair. Rest in pieces, chair. Stanislav looks a little more annoyed. 

Ivan Stanislav: Thanks Alexei. 

Ruslan clears his throat. 

Alexei Ruslan: We discussed the importance of courage in our last segment, but tell me, what do you think about strength of character? Does that factor into this match at all, Praporshchik?

Stanislav nods. 

Ivan Stanislav: Absolutely I do. You know, Alexei, many people believe that Brandon Youngblood and myself have nothing in common. This is not the case. While indeed, my career has far surpassed Brandon’s in terms of prestige and importance, he too has had a fair career in PRIME. We also command great respect from the locker room. Even down to our families. I have lost a brother to war. He lost a brother to, well, suicide.

Stanislav crosses one of his huge legs, the chair beneath him whines. 

Ivan Stanislav: Admittedly, suicide is the coward’s way out. It hurts so many people and shows lack of conviction and personal strength. It is a selfish gesture. But then again, is not Brandon Youngblood himself nothing more than a selfish fellow? Could you imagine having to listen to a sibling like Brandon Youngblood, day in and day out? When you consider this fact, it is hardly surprising that his brother did what needed to be done. 

Ivan chuckles but he doesn’t smile. 

Ivan Stanislav: But Youngblood likes to joke a lot. He jokes about dead soldiers. He even joked about locking my mother in prison. What kind of character is this? Hardly a worthy human being, let alone a champion! Which is why, come UltraViolence, I will take great pleasure in showing Brandon Youngblood what he could have been. He could have been a real man, like myself. But instead? He wriggles on his belly for the lowest common denominator and tarnishes an already soiled name. 

Stanislav looks right at the camera. 

Ivan Stanislav: You never had someone properly teach you a lesson, Brandon Youngblood. I’ll do my best to beat some sense into you. I doubt you’ll be smart enough to learn. All the better. 

Stanislav smiles as the scene fades to red.