Gingerly feeling his injured leg with his hands, he allows Vanessa free reign to dab away the traces of blood that seep from the various cuts and nicks that he’s received over the course of the night.
Wincing slightly as he feels the knotted and bruised muscles beneath the skin, he relents in his probing, allowing his attention to focus solely on Vanessa, a sincere smile slowly emerging as he stops her dabbing, and enfolds her hands in his.
They remain silent for now, enjoying the moment, as the tension seems to leave Hans.
Softly, Vanessa enquires…
(Vanessa): Feeling a bit better now…?
Hans remains quiet for a handful of heartbeats, allowing his eyes to lock onto Vanessa’s before responding.
(Hans): Yeah…
He pulls their hands closer to him, uncovering hers and gently kissing them.
(Hans): I’ll pull through.
Pulling her into a hug, the scene fades out momentarily, resuming on Hans apartment in the Empire States Building. Sitting on one of the leather couches is Hans, while on the other opposite him, is his younger brother; Heinrich.
(Heinrich): Guten tag. Management have kindly allowed us to air our post ‘Declarations’ thoughts together. I’m sure you all know how the results went for both my brother and I…
A slight grimace flutters across Hans’ face at this, before vanishing as quickly as it arose.
(Heinrich): … but nonetheless, allow us this. Firstly, Merlyn… you little rat, I’d like to think that that “Vernichter” off the ropes will have hammered home some standards about how not to act towards your opponents, but sadly I fear that won’t be the case. Seriously. Next time you even look like you might be thinking about biting me, I swear to god, you’ll end up in traction.
Moving on though, as I’d hate for such a point to overshadow the fact that I just had my first title defence of the Spotlight title… I hope that what I accomplished, and the manner in which I did it, shows just what will be needed if anyone wants a shot at becoming the next champion.
I’d also like to say a few words to our esteemed ‘god’, Senester. I say a few, because frankly, if I don’t limit myself, I’ll end up going off on some expletive filled tirade that will need ad breaks. I think it’s obvious to most people that I don’t like you Senester, and I’m sure you know the reasons that went towards that feeling. I’ve not sought you out like some others have, for vengeance, misguided reasoning or a simple desire for more airtime. Why the sudden interest?
With that, he tilts his head towards his brother, the camera panning around to focus on him accordingly.
(Hans): Firstly.
Jawline taut, he forces out the next few words.
(Hans): Ronnie… congratulations.
Falling silent for a few seconds, he works his jaw loose, adjusting his seating position as he does so, still taking care to ensure his injured leg isn’t knocked.
(Hans): It’s sad but true, that all good things come to an end. I was the HWA World champion for eight months. In that time, I did my damndest to bring back some glory to the belt after a year of neglect, put myself and my skills to the test at every event, and constantly sought out new opponents to face through a lottery system that no-one else would be brazen or bold enough to introduce.
All good things come to an end though. I know that many of you out there will be wondering what my next move will be? Will I seek to regain the World title? Will I move to the All-Star…?
He glances at his brother; smirking.
(Hans): Or perhaps even the Spotlight division?
(Heinrich): *Muttering* Pfft. I dare you.
(Hans): Put simply, right now, that decision can wait. Losing my title; while a hard blow that I’ll honestly take some weeks to get over, has given me a certain… ‘liberty’ that I’ve not had in some time.
I’ve also got to face up to the knowledge that doctors still can’t determine exactly what was in that injection I receive from the new holder of the World title. Preying on my mind would be an understatement frankly…
But for now, we’ll leave you with that. We’re in the dark as much as you; the fans are, over the upcoming card for Havoc, but we’ll see you in time for then!
The scene fades out to black…
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