He clasps his hands together, resting them in his lap.
(Hans): I'm also aware of the latest series of excuses he's trotted out to try and defend his pathetic run holding the World title, but I'll say no more, as I know the meaning of flogging a dead horse.
(Mike Anderson): Do you think he speaks for himself or for a large percentage of the HWA when he speaks about you facing the 'bottom dwellers'?
(Hans): He's speaking for himself, always is for that matter.
He unclasps his hands.
(Hans): He can focus on the 'bottom dwellers' all he wants, but I can guarantee that the vast majority of people out there are thinking 'wow, he's going to fight everyone in the HWA‘.
He begins waggling the middle finger of his right hand at Mike to put emphasis on his next point.
(Hans): I'm a man who isn't afraid to face anyone on this roster. I'm a man who isn't afraid of losing my title to anyone on this roster. And I've proved it, regardless of whether I go the distance or not. Eddie can't talk; look at how Butch has been calling him out directly, yet the coward won't agree to a simple one on one. So he complains that he didn't get fed 'paper chumps' one after the other? Everyone else says that he bottled it when it came to choosing an actual challenger for his title! He went for Senester... a man who couldn't be interested in titles… I mean, come on! *Laughs* The way that he keeps trying to defend his awful reign, I'm starting to feel bad for him…
His shoulders shudder as he restrains another laugh.
(Hans): Ultimately though, I think his time would be better spent focusing on the All-Star, rather than whining about what I'm doing with the World title, since that's the one that Hogan's told him to go after…
(Mike Anderson): Moving on then Hans. How’s are the ribs feeling?
(Hans): Better thanks.
Hans obligingly lifts up the right side of his t-shirt, revealing only minor bruising, before covering up once more.
(Hans): Another day or so and it’ll have gone completely. I’m able to do to my full training routine now, so I couldn’t ask for anything more.
(Mike Anderson): Can I ask you something a little off the beaten track Hans?
(Hans): Go for it.
(Mike Anderson): You had a message from Eddie several days before Havoc.
(Hans): Uh-huh…
(Mike Anderson): What was he saying to you? Did he propose anything in particular? Was he threatening you?
He trails off, waiting for a response that's a few seconds in coming.
(Hans): It was a bit of this and that if I'm honest.
Mike expectantly waits for more, only to find Hans starting to laugh in response to the expression on his face.
(Hans): That's all there is to it Mike. I guess you might say it was a sales pitch to what he was wanting, but as you can see by what Butch and I did at Havoc, it didn't go any further than that initial message left on my phone.
(Mike Anderson): So read nothing into it then?
(Hans): That's your safest bet, yeah.
(Mike Anderson): Are you not worried that you could be stoking the proverbial fires by saying that?
(Hans): A little concerned, but it’ll happen regardless of what I actually come out with.
(Mike Anderson): Eddie’s declared that you’re a firm fan favourite, but also that you cater to them, and want to be adored. Is this how you yourself feel?
(Hans): Not to bite the hand that feeds, but on those last two points, I’d have to strongly disagree. I don’t go seeking anyone’s adulation. I act as I’ve always acted, for good or ill, and that has certainly won me fans. If they happen to scream louder for someone else, then so be it. I find it quite insulting that Eddie seems to be pigeonholing people into categories just so he has a reason to act ‘bad’ and be villainous.
(Mike Anderson): To finish us off then Hans, how are you and Butch? Still on shaky ground?
(Hans): We’re not treading on egg shells when we’re speaking to one another, that’s for sure.
He leans back, pursing his lips as one hand idly scratched the nape of his neck.
(Hans): Erm… we’re ‘doing well’ dare I say.
He smirks broadly.
(Hans): I’ll leave it at that. I wouldn’t want to deprive Eddie of another chance to make a homophobic jibe at us.
Both men laugh warmly, as they shake hands, as the scene fades to black.
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