Hans, attired in a pair of loose ¾ length shorts, and a plain grey sleeveless t-shirt coated in sweat, is just bounding up to his feet, having been doing press ups. He wipes the sweat off his brow, and moves to one of the ringposts, where a small kitbag is laid open at the bottom of it.
A recognizable voice comes from off camera.
(Mark Spencer): Long time no see, stranger!
Hans whirls round, as Mark Spencer steps through the ropes from the other side of the ring, and crosses the mat towards him.
(Hans): Mark! Good to see you!
The two hug, clapping each other on their respective backs.
(Hans): How have you been?
(Mark Spencer): I’ve been doing good man, life’s been treating me well.
(Hans): What brings you across to New York?
(Mark Spencer): We’re getting some new suppliers and sponsors for the gym actually. Felt like I owed them a personal appearance to show how much it means to me and the guys back there.
(Hans): Not bad! How’s Diane and the kids?
(Mark Spencer): Diane’s the same old, no change there, and the kids are still getting the good grades.
He shrugs his shoulders, as he leans against the ropes.
(Mark Spencer): What about yourself though buddy? And Vanessa for that matter, how’s she doing?
Hans allows a lungful of air to escape, the force of it escaping through his pursed lips puffing out his cheeks. He settles himself against the ropes, facing Mark.
(Hans): Oh I’m fine, was a little shaken with what happened at the end, and the comedown I had once all the adrenalin vanished was not a nice feeling. Vanessa on the other hand…
He searches for the words, as frustration laced with worry begins to bubble up.
(Hans): … well, she’s acting distant; I guess you could say right now… *Sighs* It's like there's an elephant in the room, yet no one's willing to admit it.
Mark merely nods his head at this, allowing his friend to carry on.
(Hans): I've listened to everything she's had to say, or at least, wants to say to me.
His head droops slightly, as he allows his body to slump backwards on the ropes.
(Hans): It's not like I'm on firm footing anyway, what with the way I bottle up inside when it comes to Butch and Matthew all those years ago… and it was me that instigated that, where she had no control in this situation. So I can hardly pressure her into letting me know what she's keeping from me…
He lets a loud groan escape, as his hands run through his sweat soaked hair, before he pushes off from the ropes.
(Hans): I'll always be there for her, and I've made that abundantly clear Mark, really, I have, but I just don't know what else to do... besides breaking Ronnie in half of course… I want to make things right, but my focus is on her right now, once she's ok, then… y'know.
(Mark Spencer): To be fair, I've lost track of the amount of times you've phoned Diane, just to run something Vanessa has said or done by her in case you'd gotten it all wrong.
A sheepish grin flourishes on Hans face.
(Hans): Yeah, I'll admit to that…
(Mark Spencer): Look pal, you're there for her, so keep doing that, be her rock. When she's ready to let you know everything, then she will. Trust me. But she'd for sure appreciate you getting back at Ronnie sooner, rather than later…
He snaps his fingers.
(Mark Spencer): Speaking of which, have you been in here all day, or did you find the time to catch up on the latest promos?
(Hans): Oh I found the time.
He picks up a small towel from his kitbag, and runs it through his hair, and over his face.
(Hans): Whoever says that men can't multi-task clearly hasn't seen me first thing in the morning.
He trails off, smiling wryly as Mark can't help but laugh.
(Mark Spencer): Quite a few interesting things said, you'll agree?
(Hans): Oh, definitely. Mixed in with a lot of the usual nonsense as well from a familiar quarter of course...
The two give each other a knowing look, before cracking up with laughter.
(Mark Spencer): You have time to fit in all of Ronnie's latest?
Hans responds as he reaches down to his kitbag once more, pulling out a bottle of water.
(Hans): Yeah, I saw it all. Same old imagery as he said to me, what, three? Maybe four months ago now?
He pops the cap of his water bottle and takes a slug.
(Hans): I wouldn’t mind knowing who he gets to do his dream sequences though… and whether it infringes on any of my rights or trademarks…
He flashes a grin at Mark, as he takes another long slug of his water, before replacing the cap, and dropping it back into the kitbag, along with the towel.
(Hans): I was more interested in what's happening down Shakir's neck of the woods though; nasty wound he's got there…
He finds himself back against the ropes, bracing his arms against them, before he begins to gently rock back and forth on the ball of his heels.
To be continued…
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