His eyes drift to the bathroom exit, a steely glint in them, as he pushes off the basin to stand upright, his hands balling into taut fists at his side.
(Hans): Mess with me just one more time schweinhund…
He spit’s a mouthful; laced with blood flecks, into the sink, before making his way towards the bathroom exit as the scene fades out momentarily.
A mere second of black occurs, before fading in on the immediate aftermath of the unprovoked assault on Buff & Hans at the culmination of Havoc.
The sound of the baying audience can be heard over the sound of the shouts of the security as they keep the various wrestlers apart.
Hans and Heinrich slide out of the ring, both men throwing glances at Butch Parker, the former one of cautious hope, the latter simmering hostility.
Heinrich stalls somewhat, his neck muscles drawing taut and his eyes narrowing as he seems to consider going after him, only for his brother to wrap an arm over his shoulder, drawing him away.
(Hans): Now isn’t the time.
He finds his words catching though, as he catches a glimpse of McNeil and Eddie, and subconsciously finds his arm slipping off his brother’s shoulder.
Heinrich leans in.
(Heinrich): Practice what you preach dear brother.
Grimacing at these words, Hans allows his arm to fall completely from his brother’s shoulder, before following him up the ramp wordlessly.
The scene fades out again briefly, this time returning onto the familiar view of Hans von Richtoven’s apartment.
Hans is lounging on one of the sofa’s, engrossed in watching the latest promo’s. The camera pans around, bringing his younger brother; Heinrich, into view, currently rifling through the fridge for a drink, before coming back around to the flat screen TV mounted on the wall, showing Eddie K & company’s latest.
Heinrich’s voice drifts over from behind the camera.
(Heinrich): So it was a lazy night in last night then?
(Hans): Yeah, we just fancied a quiet evening. She’s picked up some DVD’s over the last few weeks, but with the schedules we’ve been keeping it’s not like we’ve had the chance to see them.
(Heinrich): Anything good?
(Hans): ‘The Expendables‘…
He laughs.
(Hans): Mind you, I had to sit through a chick flick and two kid’s movies before I could put it on.
The faint sound of his brother laughing can be heard as he roots around for a bottle opener.
(Heinrich): What did she think of it then?
(Hans): She fell asleep actually. Think that says it all.
A sound of disgust comes from the back of Heinrich’s throat.
(Heinrich): Women, honestly.
Hans smiles back.
(Hans): Tell me about it.
His attention drifts back to the promo, where Eddie has brought in a trainer for his new criminal friend.
(Hans): What the…?
He glances down at the DVD of 'The Karate Kid', sitting next to ‘The Expendables’ along with two others that remain out of focus, and then back up at the wall mounted flat screen, his eyebrows arching up. He allows the promo to continue for a few more minutes, before allowing his eyes to drop back down onto the DVD, a slight shake of the head following.
(Hans): *Muttering* Surreal…
His younger brother flops down onto the leather sofa opposite Hans', taking a mouthful of the beer held in one hand, while the other gestures up at the flat screen. He swallows hurriedly, before speaking.
(Heinrich): What is it they say? Life imitating art?
Hans fixes his gaze once more on the flat screen, leaning back into the sofa, the words escaping his lips quietly as he takes in the remainder of the promo.
(Hans): Uh-huh. That's the one.
The two brothers watch the remainder of the promo, Hans sitting in silence while Heinrich makes his way through his beer. As the promo on the flat screen fades to black, Heinrich grabs the TV remote, muting the volume, before turning to face his brother, nodding his head in the direction of the trio of suitcases standing at the side of the front door.
(Heinrich): So have you made up your mind where you're going for Christmas yet?
A wry smile spreads across Hans' face as he shakes his head.
(Hans): Not a chance.
(Heinrich): Why not?
He takes a slug of his beer.
(Heinrich): Spend time back home like I am, spend time here with Vanessa, or go and meet her parents for the first time. It's not like you're trying to split the atom Hans.
(Hans): Hmm, well you try saying that to Vanessa. She's a bit…
He sighs, searching for the right word, drumming the fingers of his right hand on the sofa as he wracks his mind.
(Hans): Iffy?
He shifts his position on the sofa to face straight on towards his brother.
(Hans): Yeah, iffy. She doesn’t seem set on either going, or not going. I don't mind spending time with her parents over Christmas, she spent time with us last year, so fair's fair.
(Heinrich): She said anything that could explain it?
(Hans): Not really, it's one of the things that she tends to keep quiet on. Well, actually that's not entirely true, she talks about her vater a lot; seems like we've got a few things in common by the sounds of it. But she keeps quiet about her mutti.
He sighs, rubbing the bridge of his nose as he does so.
(Hans): I'll have to get something out of her sooner or later, but I really don't want to be tactless…
(Heinrich): Hmm. You're taking the family jet, aren't you?
(Hans): Yeah, they're flying it back across as soon as they can get it refuelled from taking you home.
(Heinrich): Well it’s not like you’ve really got to make a choice until you’re onboard. Wouldn’t take them much time to file a different flight path.
Hans shrugs his shoulder, conceding the point.
(Hans): I’d rather it not be left as late as that, but yeah…
Heinrich finishes his beer, and gestures up at the flat screen with the empty bottle before settling it down onto the coffee table between the two sofas.
(Heinrich): You see Butch staking his name to your title?
(Hans): I did, yeah.
His right hand goes to the nape of his neck, making a small circular motion as he tilts his head slightly to the left.
(Hans): Not that it matters, as everyone has a claim to my belt with this lottery system.
Heinrich’s lips draw taut momentarily, before he forces out his next words.
(Heinrich): You spoken to him about what happened?
(Hans): No… not yet, though I’ll probably end up doing it sooner or later. If only to offer congratulations to him and Wisdom.
(Heinrich): Let’s hope he treats her better than he did Vanessa…
Heinrich stares at his brother, as a juddery sigh comes from him. He arcs his eyebrows up momentarily as he speaks, although his tone and glazed eyes makes it clear he‘s not living in the now.
(Hans): Yeah, let’s hope.
He returns his gaze to his brother, changing the subject as he points to the still visible bruise on his forehead.
(Hans): Shakir caught you good. Still painful?
(Heinrich): Yeah, it nips. But all I’ve got to do is remember how we had him and his little friend begging for mercy a few months back and the pain…
He snaps his fingers, grinning.
(Heinrich): Vanishes. Just like that.
He leans back into the sofa, grabbing the TV remote and un-muting the flat screen as another promo begins; this time, Bryan Deas’ one.
(Heinrich): Well, let’s see what he has to say.
They sit in silence for a few moments, until the following is said.
(Bryan Deas): Now, Senester, I know that I have been a thorn in your side since I arrived here! And I will continue to be on your ass until you give me what is mine, and that is a title that I should have to this day...the HWA World Heavyweight Championship! So, I don't care if it is you or David who gives me the shot....I want to go back to what I was doing....being on top!
Hans’ head collapses forward into his hands, while Heinrich can only crow with laughter. Slapping his thigh in amusement, he leans forward towards his brother.
(Heinrich): I get the feeling that someone wasn’t paying attention to what you announced at Havoc.
The scene fades out as Heinrich continues to laugh.
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