Dressed casually in a pair of dark grey slacks and a white ‘Superdry’ branded t-shirt, he looks at ease, and were it not for the glass of fizzing juice that sits beside his iPhone, which he idly stares at in minor irritation as the tablets dissolve, you’d be forgiven for thinking that he’s not nursing any injuries.
With a glance at his watch, he counts down, mouthing it wordlessly, before grasping the glass, and draining it hurriedly. Grimacing at the taste of it, he places the glass back on the table, and turns his attention towards the iPhone.
Several seconds pass, before it gently begins to ring, Hans allowing it to do so several times before pressing his finger down onto the answer button, and then the speakerphone button…
(Mike Anderson): Hans! Are you there, can you hear me?
(Hans): Guten abend Mike, I can hear you just fine.
(Mike Anderson): You can? Excellent. Well Hans, thanks firstly for agreeing to this phone interview for HWA News…
(Hans): You’re welcome Mike.
(Mike Anderson): … and secondly, how are you feeling just now in comparison to the end of last week where we witnessed the brutal ending to Havoc?
(Hans): A lot better, I have to say. On that note, I’d just like to take the opportunity to thank on the air, everyone at the University Hospital in Augusta for the care and treatment that they gave me.
(Mike Anderson): I’m sure they’ll be pleased to hear that Hans, and even more so with the fact that there were no disturbances that resulted in arrests either during your stay either…
Hans chortles, one hand rubbing at the goatee he’s been cultivating the past few weeks.
(Hans): Yes, sadly there is a running theme emerging with HWA superstars and public places these days.
(Mike Anderson): Well let’s hope that you don’t have another chance to be a part of that statistic this Havoc! Last I heard, your head was wrapped up like some Egyptian mummy, is that still the case?
(Hans): Oh no, I got rid of that look… must have been at least two days ago now.
(Mike Anderson): Good to hear. Still tender?
(Hans): All over Mike, all over.
(Mike Anderson): Has that been affecting your preparation for this title defence against Fallen then?
(Hans): I’d by lying if I said it hadn’t.
He settles back on the sofa, moving his iPhone closer to the edge of the coffee table so as to still be heard clearly.
(Hans): I’ve not been able to get any real sparring done at all, which is something that I feel would benefit me greatly, as Fallen is certainly a different breed of opponent, compared with who I’m more used to going up against. He’s a dirty fighter, and I’m naturally going to want to ensure my reactions are spot on to avoid the worst of what he’ll try and pull… not to mention, any shots to the back of my head…
(Mike Anderson): *Laughing* No doubt there! Aside from sparring though, have you been able to do anything since you got out of hospital?
(Hans): Well I’ve been running around Central Park enough times that some people must be thinking I’m on rails, and I’ve obviously been doing the push-up’s, squats and so on and so forth. Weights… erm… *Sighs* Not so much, but I’m not overly concerned about going into this match all ripped like a Mr Universe competition. I mean, I’m very capable of overpowering Fallen as it is, so a week without bench pressing my usual isn’t going to change anything there.
(Mike Anderson): Are you confident going into this fight Hans?
(Hans): Well, yes. I’m obviously going to be probably overly cautious at points, and I’ll probably settle for playing the tactical game and wear him down selectively so as to minimize any potential injury to myself, but even if it was toe-to-toe, I’ve proven on many an occasion that I can dominate. And with the weight advantage I have, I’m not exactly going to be thrown around like chaff on the wind.
(Mike Anderson): You must be wary of interference though, either by the NWO or the other members of the Sons of Anarchy, no?
(Hans): Oh I’m wary, yes. I’m sure Buff will be wanting to cement his place as the leader of the NWO with some sort of display for everyone’s benefit, and where better than to do that during the World champion’s match…
His voice hardens.
(Hans): … but rest assured, if that happens, then a steel pipe will be finding it’s way into my hands, and from there, to across the back of Buff’s head… repeatedly. Same goes for anyone of his little Brigade that turns up for that matter. I’ll settle for just using my fists if any of the Sons of Anarchy try to spoil things though, they already struggle to differentiate between people, I’d hate to worsen the problem.
(Mike Anderson): You’re not usually the man to lay down threats such as that Hans.
(Hans): I know Mike. How my brother’s feeling is clearly starting to rub off on me. All these constant interferences; it’s frustrating. In his case, it’s cost him the Spotlight title on two occasions, not to mention a number one contenders match. He’s going to have to start fighting fire with fire, and for someone like him, who believes in honest competition, that’s not right. Sadly, that’s the way things are. Look at how I got to where I am just now. Did I interfere in anyone’s matches so as to screw them over and get a leg up over them? No. Did I attack people backstage to get them to pay unwarranted attention to me? No. Did I do anything other than simply go out to pin the people put in front of me week in, and week out, so as to earn my chance at achieving, and then retaining gold? No. Few people can say that as of late. Aside from myself, Davis and Anton are the only ones… once they stepped away from Eddie. It pains me to admit, for obvious reasons, but nevertheless, congratulations to them for what they’ve achieved thus far as Tag-team champions.
To be continued…
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