(Hans): Bruder, hallo… Nett von dir anzurufen. On the opposite end of the phone, inaudible, is his younger brother Heinrich von Richtoven; one time All-Star Champion. (Hans): It’s going well, first few weeks have flown by… Matthew runs a tight ship here… jah, it’s a nice place… He looks around the office as he speaks, a wry smile forming. (Hans): Much nicer than when we first came to the HWA, that’s for sure… jah, personal showers and everything… funny, you should clear your own mouth out with soap next time Clara has enough of you stinking up the place… He chuckles at his brothers retort. (Hans): Yeah I caught your words at Havoc, they were nicely put… jah, weird feeling seeing his son come out there at the end… nein, not heard anything yet, I’ll leave that to Butch… what’s it like seeing the old faces again? A low sigh escapes his lip, forming quickly into one of exasperation as the air hisses through his teeth. (Hans): It’s such a dick measuring contest, jah, you’d be thinking you’d walked through a Time Machine if you were to see it… you have… and? He pauses, his brother’s muffled speech inaudible to the camera. (Hans): Jah, exactly. He kicks back in his chair, propping one leg up on the desk. (Hans): Look at me, my way or the highway, I’m in the right, you don’t know what I’ve been through… Another pause as his younger sibling chimes in causing Hans to again erupt in laughter, his free hand then going up to his forehead, thumb and index finger spread across his brow as he slumps forward slightly. (Hans): Oh we were all so riled up at times, weren’t we? All of us. Another pause. (Hans): Do I miss that? Nein… A small noise comes from the back of his throat as he reacts to his brothers next words. (Hans): Jah… ok… maybe not all the time. He stretches back out, his free hand this time going round behind the back of his head, idly running up the nape of his neck. (Hans): It’s somewhat intoxicating though… did you see Dragon and Sean go back and forth? He smirks at his brothers response. (Hans): Jah, it doesn’t take long for someone to take offense and before you say it… He pats his chest twice with his free hand. (Hans): I’d be the same no doubt. He leans forward, pulling his foot off the table and slides the chair forward to allow his elbows to rest upon the desk. (Hans): Some of them, the ones you’ll have seen on Havoc know a lot anyway, there’s some fresh faces you’ve not seen, they’re all keen… jah, they pull in the right direction… nein, like Matthew said, he doesn’t teach them everything... have to let them find out on their own… A pause as he takes in his brothers words. (Hans): Anyway, what’s up with you? You coming over like you said you would last time we spoke? Listening to his brother, Hans nods along at points, smiling. (Hans): Jah, sounds sehr gut. I think we can do that. I’ll speak to Vanessa tonight when we’re on the way to the airport, have her message Clara. Laughter comes down the phone at him, causing Hans to smile even broader. (Hans): Listen, you know things go easier when we leave it to them both… jah, better for us… With his free hand, he adjusts one of the two photo frames on his desk, this a capture of having his arm raised and being declared HWA World Champion, camera flares dotting the outskirts of the photo, the gold of the belt reflecting it all as it’s placed around his waist and the look of both accomplishment and exhaustion across his face. (Hans): Hmm…? Jah… it’s good for me too, being back. Always a good time being around old friends… jah, they’re asking for you too… nein, you can message them yourself, depp! He glances at his watch. (Hans): Listen bruder, I have to get out of here and back to the hotel. I’ll give you a call when I land in Chicago, jah? He listens to his brothers response, eyes somewhat glazing as they both reminisce. (Hans): That’s true, always on the move, and now I’ve got to think about a place out in LA as well… A snort of laughter erupts from him. (Hans): I’ll leave that one to Vanessa? Why not bruder, why not… jah, you take care of yourself too, speak soon. He hangs up the phone, getting to his feet and grabbing the duffel bag and making his way to the door as the scene fades out.
Hans is centre in the camera’s view, back turned to the camera as he places a towel into the duffel bag laid out on the desk.
The camera pans quickly around the room, showing that Hans has started to make the place his own, various small momentos and photos dot the shelves against on the walls, while two picture frames are placed at opposite corners of the desk, facing towards his seat.
On the desk, his iPhone starts to vibrate, an incoming call that he answers swiftly, smiling as he does so.
Hans places the duffel bag onto the ground and makes his way round to his chair, settling himself into it.
Hans can’t help but laugh at whatever his younger sibling has said.
Message Thread
« Back to index