(Hans): Did I know there was bonuses being handed out? Course not! … Yeah, I know Mark, but it’s up to Willyard if he’s wanting to do these things for those in his divisions… Am I happy over it? The man can do what he likes. It’s not what I envisaged, but so be it… I know, a shot at the World title should be enough; but you’ve seen how many of them would answer with ’why should I?’, rather than with a ‘when and where?’…
He settles down onto the leather sofa, as a warm laugh escapes him at what Mark says.
(Hans): Yeah, there’s not enough silver platters to go around… Did you hear them though, ‘it’s the journey to your accomplishment that makes you great’… Tell me about it. Anton and me get the titles through a whole lot of interference from Eddie and whatnot, Davis get’s his half of the title by having Anton interfere in our match. Great journey!
He laughs, as Mark responds, still out of earshot of the camera.
(Hans): Do you remember back when the Circle of Champions was still around, they complained over not having any challengers, and Senester put them down beautifully? … You do? Ah, it was something else, wasn’t it, seeing them squirm afterwards… Hah! That’s probably why they’re reading from the same book that Eddie does.
A mocking tone enters his voice.
(Hans): ‘The journey matters more…’ *Laughs* … No I’m, not overly worried. He competes in tag, while I compete in singles competition, he can get out if the heat’s too much while I have to weather it. I’m the better wrestler, there’s no other way of putting it… New moves? Oh yeah, he did say that, didn’t he? … The advantage is still with me, new moves or not Mark…
He grins at the retort.
(Hans): Yes I’m well aware of the stereotype that Germans act superior.
The grin grows wider.
(Hans): Usually because we are, and this case is a perfect example of that.
He moves the handset from his left ear to his right.
(Hans): Uh-huh, well put a bet down then… *S######s* Yeah Mark, besides the Super Bowl, World Series, Premier League, what don’t you gamble on?
He rolls his eyes back in disbelief.
(Hans): I don’t believe you for a second. Put Diane on… No? You going to admit that you’re a gambling man then? … Thought so. You me half of it if it comes through though, as unlikely as it is…
He lounges out on the sofa.
(Hans): So when am I coming down to visit? Erm, let’s say after Havoc… Can I ask Heinrich for you? Pfft, not a chance Mark. Ask him yourself you lazy scheiße!… *Laughs* … Well he should be getting back from the gym in about an hour. You’ve got his apartment number, yeah? … I will ask Vanessa for you though, yes. That I can do. Although I already know the answer…
He settles onto his back.
(Hans): Yeah, like I know a certain group of tantrum-throwing individuals will want to get their own back… Oh don’t worry, Butch won’t be far… Hmm?… Yeah, it’s not all rosy yet. Long way to go, but I’m getting a vibe from him like we had years ago… Believe me, when they can perfect eyes in the back of your head, I’ll be the first in line…
Hans’ eyes dart down to his watch briefly.
(Hans): Yeah, no problem mate, you go pick the girls up from school… You take care too Mark, I’ll see you soon!
He thumbs the disconnect button on the handset, before reaching across and sliding it into it’s cradle. Getting to his feet, he makes his way across the lounge area of the apartment, the camera panning out to reveal Vanessa Lang sitting on one of the chairs by the dining table, engrossed in a book.
She looks up as Hans approaches, smiling sweetly.
(Vanessa): What was Mark asking you?
(Hans): He wants us to come visit after Havoc.
He comes to a halt behind her, beginning to slowly massage her neck and shoulders.
(Hans): You up for it?
(Vanessa): Sounds lovely. Have you decided what we’re doing about lunch yet?
Hans glances sideways at the kitchen, lips curling back at the thought of doing cooking just there.
(Hans): How does eating out at ‘Natsumi’ grab you?
Smiling, she tilts her head back, allowing Hans to kiss her on the lips.
(Vanessa): I’ll go get my coat.
The scene fades to black.
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