Panning around, it’s revealed to be Central Park in New York.
Into view comes Hans ‘The Baron’ von Richtoven. Attired for the climate, he’s in a pair of dark weathered jeans, a brown leather jacket over a thin hoody and a Yankees snap back.
Held in one hand is a large polystyrene cups marked with the logo of Grace Street Coffee, Hans taking advantage of being back in NY to visit the old haunts now that he’s relocated to the other side of the country.
Noticing the camera, he gestures for it to follow him.
Before long, he’s striding towards the Bethesda fountain and taking a seat on its rim, cradling the coffee cup in his hands.
(Hans): Guten tag Alex, Mark.
Clearly aimed at the two men operating the camera and mic, he’s clearly comfortable with them being here.
Raising the cup to his lips, he takes a drink of his coffee, eyes closing in satisfaction at it.
Placing the cup down beside him, he looks up at the camera and begins to speak.
(Hans): Hallo HWA Fan-Verse… jah, think I’m doing it right…
A squint off camera briefly is followed by a shrug, the coffee cup picked up and another sip taken.
Leaving the cup in his grasp, Hans carries on.
(Hans): I’m in New York this week, didn’t see much point in the jet lag and travel back to LA to come back out to the west coast so soon after. So, back to the old stomping grounds, jah? A chance to clear mein kopf before going up to Boston this weekend.
A small noise comes from the back of his throat.
(Hans): Speaking of clearing heads… Herr Chaos… little chance of you managing that, jah. I see you’ve decided to go swimming again. This time you’ve been invited into the water it seems.
Spitting out the next words, Hans’ expression darkens.
(Hans): Pate? Pate? Verpiss dich! (Godfather? Godfather? Piss off!)
A short intake of breath occurs, Hans cracking his neck to one side quickly followed by a sharp exhale.
(Hans): Der teufel wird los sein before long Herr Chaos, but allow me to make two things clear. Ein, it will go as it did last time we faced off. Zwei, to me, it will be taking out the trash, clearing house, wiping the dirt off mein boot. I’d say wiping the grin off your face, but Miller did that in Chicago when he flushed you… so scurry back behind Erica’s skirt Herr Chaos, it’s safer for you there.
Another sip of the coffee.
(Hans): Let’s talk about something more meaningful, jah? Let’s talk about Sean Parker and Jeremy Branson, zwei competitors that are facing off to determine who faces mein freund Matthew. Jah, was mean to be Herr Miller in the mix too, but… his choice, his wish. Ich habe… I have a feeling that would have been quite the spectacle to see.
Yet another sip of coffee.
(Hans): But… I don’t think we’re going to be disappointed with what Sean unt Jeremy display. Both are capable of winning, both would have the honour of facing mein freund if I had mein way. I look forward to seeing this. Who else? Draconis unt Fallen. Jah, no surprise, Draconis has my support. The vermin of HWA has had their time in the spotlight too long. His son, Jesse unt Kratos, jah, they fought well individually, let’s see them fight together with the spotlight of a PPV on them. Quite different from the Academy.
Draining the last of the coffee, the cup is set beside him once more.
(Hans): Last but not least, Herr Price. Quiet of late, you’ll be training hard I’m sure. Ich hörte on das grapevine that you met Herr Chaos last week. He spoke of opportunities. I’m sure I don’t need to point out that his stated goal is chaos, unt that hardly reeks of forward planning now, jah? I’d hope you do due diligence Herr Price.
Slapping the sides of the fountain wall either side of him, Hans gets to his feet, picking up the empty cup as he does so.
(Hans): Until Boston then.
He nods off camera, as the scene fades to black with him walking off screen.
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