The scene opens out onto the HWA Academy media room set aside for recording promos. (Hans): I’ll be polite, ladies first, then the men. He pauses a moment, one hand coming up, hovering close to the side of his head as it tilts, a disbelieving look flitting across his face as he does so as if he can’t believe the words he’s saying. (Hans): Remind me again Erica how long that pales into comparison when we talk about Matt Miller’s tenure at the Academy? Sean Parkers? Jeremy Branson’s? His hand drops down, palm out towards the camera. (Hans): Ah, nein… you may be self aware enough to admit to being opportunistic and wanting immediate gratification, but humility and self reflection doesn’t appear to be in your nature right now and nor will it be when you’re tucked under the wing of Maniac. He adjusts his stance, crossing his hands over his chest. (Hans): And now onto the less fairer of the sexes. A slow shake of the head. (Hans): You’re well paired you two though, both just saying things without an ounce of shame. Those ‘little shits’ as you’d call them never thought that they can start running their mouths at anyone they please. Can you blame them though for when they were targeted by you from the get-go? You gas-lighting schweinhund! You don’t get to play the victim card here Maniac, nein… The scene fades out to black.
Hans von Richtoven is standing in the centre of the camera, olive green cargo pants cover his lower half while an official HWA black and grey raglan t-shirt emblazoned with ‘The Baron’ over his families crest sits in the centre.
Erica, you’re the picture perfect example of the ‘Me Me Me Generation’. What was it you said, “I’m bitter, I’m angry, I’ve had my share of shit, but I’m not going to hide it anymore. I’m not going to pretend the world is all beautiful when it isn’t.”
Now I agree on the last part, our world is a cruel place at times even with the best of intentions, the intentions shown to you by Matthew and the other trainers at this academy you so recently spat in the face off. And so I come to you berating Alexis for being here two months while you were at the Academy for eighteen…
Are you oblivious to how you’re coming across just now?
When everyone else at the Academy is staying the course, working hard like those I’ve already mentioned. Not forgetting of course about Michelle and Sarah, our two latest debutants Max and Marcus last week at Havoc, the others we have lined up for future events… Does it occur to you that perhaps it’s you and not the system that’s the issue?
I’d argue that while you’ve flew the nest in a fit of rage unbecoming of someone who trained under Matthew, it’s for the best. We’re better off without you.
Please don’t assume that what I’ve said here Maniac is ‘mind games’. That would do them a disservice. But then, that’s your forte isn’t it, misinterpreting things, living in your own Maniac-Verse as Miller recently so eloquently put it. I don’t expect you to see this until you’ve landed in Ireland, quite why you’ve jumped on that plane is beyond me. The days of digging up graves to parade the coffin in a ring is in the past where they belong, but then another part of me wouldn’t put it past you to try something like that. All in the name of ‘chaos’ you’d put it no doubt…
Same goes for your tag-partner, wherever he is right now. You don’t get to start a fire then complain when you get burnt.
Consequences, herr Maniac, consequences…
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