Hans; clad in a casual pair of grey slacks and a white 'The Baron' t-shirt sits on one of the leather sofas, iPhone clasped to his ear. As the camera moves closer, the sound of the call being answered occurs…
(Wisdom): Hello?
(Hans): Hi Wisdom, it's Hans; is Butch in?
(Wisdom): Hey there Hans, yeah he's here, if I can get him to calm down; he just watched that soccer game I recorded for him and I think his team won.
Hans smirks, a knowing tone entering his voice.
(Hans): Ahhh… jump about six feet in the air screaming all the profanities under the sun?
(Wisdom): Right on the money, hold on I'll get him for you….
A few seconds pass, before the faint sound of Wisdom yelling away from the phone filters down, causing an involuntary chuckle to come from Hans…
(Wisdom): Butch… Butch!
Several moments of silence pass, before her voice, still muted and faint, comes over the speaker again.
(Wisdom): It's Hans on the phone for you.
(Butch): Ah cool, thanks hun.
A rustling sound can be heard as the phone is pressed up against Butch's head.
(Butch): Alright mate, how's it going?
(Hans): Certainly not as good as you it seems. Just watched the Rangers-Sporting game I take it?
(Butch): Yeah, a belter of a game like, big Mo Edu popped up in the last minute to send us through on the away goals rule.
(Hans): Nice, nice. Well, have you seen the card for Havoc yet?
(Butch): Not yet, no how come?
(Hans): Check it. Like, now! I won't tell you what's on it, and I'll let you go the now because I have a feeling you're going to make an even larger hole in the roof than the one you just made.
(Butch): Erm, okay, I'll probably phone you later.
(Hans): See ya!
Turning to face the camera, he cuts the call, before allowing the iPhone to slide off the palm of his hand into his pocket, allowing a small smile to play across his face at the thought of the match-up between Butch and Eddie...
Noticing the camera, he glances at his watch, before shrugging.
(Hans): Well, since I've got a few minutes…
He allows his left leg to cross over his right, while his upper body reclines backwards into the sofa.
(Hans): I may as well direct my attention towards my own opponent…
A Cheshire cat-like grin begins to flourish.
(Hans): … 'The Man' himself; AC James.
He stops himself, raising up his right hand as if in apology.
(Hans): Sorry, my mistake. 'The Mother-f*cking Man' himself; AC James.
He drops his right hand to his lap, while moving the left to settle on top of the arm rest.
(Hans): 'The Man' who, no doubt, let me beat him last time just to lull me into a false sense of security, and set me up for a fall when it matters.
He allows a few seconds to pass, before making a dismissive noise at the back of his throat, while rolling his eyes in concert.
(Hans): Actually, I don't believe that such a thing would spring to your mind for a second though AC; you're a straight up guy in that respect, god-knows I admire you for what you put yourself through back at the Australian Tour last year! You give all that you're capable of at the time, and aren't shy about admitting it if it isn't good enough. You're everything that little dummkopf Eddie isn't.
A light ripple of laughter escapes his lips.
(Hans): Speaking of Eddie, so you're Lex Luthor and I'm Superman now? Really? Careful where you tread, I'd hate for DC to file a lawsuit to protect the IP of one of their most iconic villains from being associated with you.
He pauses for a brief moment, filtering out the disgust from his voice, while obviously playing out that scenario as the corners of his mouth arch upwards.
(Hans): But back to the task at hand. Now, I can only hope that the silence coming from your camp AC is indicative of you training hard in preparation for this match, preparing yourself for what I'm going to be coming at you with. I'm settled into this Lottery now, the tricky first match is over, and I took the interference in the second one in my stride. Come win or loss, I want you at your best; demonstrating to me why you're 'The Man'. You feel that only when I've beaten you with my title on the line, that I'll become worthy of calling myself a champion? Fine, I've got no qualms about answering such a statement with my actions in-ring, but I want a better challenge from you than I did when we last met! On that note, I'm taking little from our last encounter; clearly you weren't at your best at the time, but I certainly was… *Smiles* You know what it's like to actually face me when I'm on my game, whereas the reverse isn't true…
He claps his hands together, as he rises to his feet.
(Hans): Hence why I think I'll call it a day there. I've got a sparring session with my brother that I don't want to miss.
The scene fades gently to black.
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