Sunrise hits the open windows of what is now Hans and Vanessa’s shared apartment atop the Empire State building. She wakens with the orange glowing rays of the early sun on her face. She stretches out like a cat beneath the sheets and exhales a long sigh before rolling over in bed for Hans to find a red rose with a note attached that reads… “Breakfast=Kitchen…Me=Gym…You=Beautiful.” She smiles as she sits up in bed then gets out grabbing her robe and feeling so glad that summer is coming where she can walk barefoot on the floor without it being cold like it is in the winter. She heads to the kitchen and in a silver covered platter awaits her breakfast homemade by Hans himself. She wonders where he found the time for this delightful treat and feels so appreciated that he did. It smells divine, a spinach omelet with mushrooms, sundried tomatoes and feta cheese, alongside toasted pumpernickel bread and honey-butter. She looks over at the laptop on the counter and sees the HWA page already logged in and clicked links to Ronnie McNeil promos that Hans must have been reading. The early morning gym routine was starting to make sense. She reads and listen in rolling her eyes at nearly every sentence McNeil says as she devours her food, then decides to send in a message of her own.
(Vanessa): You’re really something you know that Ronnie? You’re want to sit around and blame the fans, you want to blame the bookers, you want to blame your peers, you want to blame anyone and everything “you” think has held you down. The only thing holding you down is yourself. You’re a pompous, egotistical, asshole... that’s why you don’t get anywhere in this business. This is wrestling…it’s the fans who pay our checks Ronnie, they are the real bosses. They can boo you, cheer you, or anything else they want because they make this business not you. You’re so full of yourself. You’re so stuck on what you think you deserve and what you think is owed to you…guess what? It’s “Nothing!” You deserve diddley squat. You’ve earned zip, zilch, and zero buddy. Every one of your sneak attacks is just a childish temper tantrum that shows everybody you’re nothing but a big baby when you can’t have your way.
Using our private photos was just a dirty, perverted ploy to weaken Hans so when you’re stupid name finally got pulled out of that tumbler he’d be more focused on kicking your ass than keeping the title. You’re not a real competitor or you’d face him like a man, at his best. You’re a little boy with pranks, waiting for people to fall on your banana peels so you can get a step ahead. Even now while you’re sitting around wondering who you were, are and should be, Hans is being the World Champion you claim he isn’t. He’s at the gym preparing for his match and what are you doing? Reminiscing! Hans exemplifies a true World Heavyweight Champion, and you’re just one of those guys who want it so bad you can taste it, but are never really good enough. He is the consummate professional from interviews, to company promotions, to charity work, to his own personal regime he does it all, while you sit around whining and crying about how much better you are with nothing to show for it.
You piss me off Ronnie. The fans didn’t turn on you, I didn’t turn on…you let yourself down, and now your beating yourself up over it and projecting your own self-hate on the rest of us. I was an avid supporter, but you’re the one with the wild and whacky ways that leaves everything in question. You want to come back with some measly apology for violating my privacy as if you care. I’ll bet it was Toya that made you apologize because as a woman she wouldn’t want it to have happened to her. Saying it, and meaning it are two different things and I know it wasn’t heart-felt…you were just making good with Toya. Kudos to her for sticking up for what is right and wrong.
At the Other Side Ronnie McNeil…you may put on a five-star performance as you are very well capable of, but Hans will be that much better and he will walk away still the World Heavyweight Champion. You might as well start writing down all your complaints now. Put away any valuables so when you throw your temper tantrum blaming the world…you don’t break anything important. Today, Hans made me breakfast…it’s the little things like this that matter such a great deal. When the ppv is over, and we come home…I’m going to make him a feast fit for a king, because that what he is, he’s my king, he’s king of the HWA, he’s king of the wrestling world and he’s the World Heavyweight Champion and you’re not!
Vanessa sticks her tongue out at the camera then takes a bit of her toast and lets out a "Mmmmm" with her eyes closed as the scene fades to black.
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