Getting the nod from off-camera, he focuses his attention on the matters at hand…
(Hans): It was bound to happen sooner or later… my lord.
It was inevitable, that you’d grow tired of this ‘stalemate’ of sorts in which we’ve existed this past two years. Yes, we’ve had the occasional flare up, but like a candle in the wind, it’s been snuffed out before it could take hold.
I had no such illusions that one day; you’d seek to have me at your side once more… whether be force or verbal coercion… I was living on borrowed time as it were. My time is up, peace is at an end, and the barbarians are at the gates. You’ve got your new envoy, who I’ve no doubt I’ll be facing off against sooner or later incidentally, with whom to make clear your words, and back up your latest proclamations.
Yes, Butch Parker is no longer by my side, but in truth, he’s not been by my side for many years. I didn’t need him to rebuild my life after I left Dark Horse Towers, and perhaps more importantly, your side. A renewed friendship for moral support, well, I still have that. As for someone who would run-down to the ring, I think it wouldn’t stand me in good stead if I relied on someone so heavily after only a few months of constant attack now by someone jealous of my, then-World title.
Besides, I still have my brother. I’m sure you know him. He’s the one that’s been getting in your face somewhat regularly over the past few events if memory serves.
Then there’s Logan; who I’ll get to in a moment.
Now regarding that particular and rather infamous bat…
I can see your point, it’s a memento of past times; of ‘The Baron’ that you so loved, and continue to do so. A throw-back to someone I used to be…
Like wood, a person can be re-sculpted and carved anew. The man that wielded that bat is long gone… dead, in fact, you might say Senester. The man who stands before you, is what you, my lord must accept.
For I accept that there is now, just you and me. I accept that there are no pardons. I accept that there are no more restraints. You ask me to take control of my life? I posit that I already did, placing myself before you all these years ago.
You’ve killed Michael Dredge, broken Butch Parker’s career and turned Talon Wilkinson with your honeyed words. With relative ease, all things considered.
You’ll find things are a bit less easy going with me though, my lord.
Falling silent, he settles back into the embrace of the sofa, breathing out through his nose; his chest sinking-in in concert. Allowing himself a moment’s grace, he composes himself before continuing.
(Hans): Now then, to Logan. I’m not sure what to say my friend. Part of me wants you to stay home with Ally, take all the time you both need to come to terms with what that schweinhund of a ‘brother’ to Ally did, and not put yourselves through what will no doubt be a veritable wringer over the coming weeks.
The other part of me, and I think you’ll be more likely to agree with these sentiments if I’m honest, wants you to focus on this match, if nothing more than to blunt the ill emotions for now.
You’ve had my back for some time now Logan, and my brother’s for longer, and I thank you for it. In this mad world that we inhabit, you’re probably the closest one to me besides my brother, fiancée and Jason. You won’t find me a walkover this coming Havoc, but I won’t be out to kick you while you’re down either. Barring this neck…
He gestures at the vivid bruising around his neck, courtesy of being strangled at “Blood, Sweat & Tears”.
(Hans): … I’ll be on top form. And I’ll need to be if I want to come out on top against you. It took something out of the ordinary to beat you when we last faced off, and we’ve both grown as wrestlers since then.
Pulling his iPhone out of his pocket, he shows it to the camera.
(Hans): Also, go and give me a call when you can, there’s some good Champions League matches on that me, you and my brother can sit back and enjoy.
Smiling at the thought, he gestures for the camera to be cut as the scene fades out.
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