(Vanessa): Hans is not a stranger mother, and I’m getting sick of this. Hans is my boyfriend, and he’s a damn good one. He’s the only man in years who has treated me the way I want to be treated, I’m a freaking princess to him.
It’s early afternoon, you’ve spent the week training and getting back into the routine of being on the west coast. The last Havoc and PPV had seen you based out of New York and it had been good to see old faces and visit old haunts, but being back in LA was what you needed now.
You’d spoken to Alexis earlier, briefly, but had arranged to spend time together working. She had in-ring experience of facing Erica, you would be remiss for not wanting to explore that. As for Alexis, a chance to see what Michelle had been saying about your work with her first hand.
For now though, the working week was coming to a close.
There was one more thing to do though before you left.
You reach off camera, hitting a small button to start the recording from the camera in front of you.
(Hans): Erica. I see you’ve accepted my challenge. Gut.
Perhaps, since you’ve had time to process things, perhaps this might break through. I can hope. You mistook our connection as something it was not, something it would never be, something that I would never allow… unt you ran with it.
You ran screaming off into the night, far away from the cries of your friends, calls that were said with the hope of bringing you back. Much like you’ve fled the McLean Hospital. You’re too far gone to know which hand to bite unt which one to hold.
Instead, you flew further into the darkness, meeting souls that would willingly play up to you and join along for the ride. Not out of any true sense of kinship, but for their own ends.
I say their, rather than his as we all know Herr Chaos has enough personalities to field his own football team.
But I digress. This is between you unt me Erica.
This house you built in your head of us together? That’s just it, it was a dream. That it’s now a nightmare, well, es tut mir leid Erica, but this is the consequences of your actions. You’ve made my life a nightmare for the last few months, it’s not a nice feeling, is it?
It’s not a nice feeling to wake up and feel the gaze of others look at you in wonder, fear and disgust. To hear people talk about you unt come at you without knowing ein iota of truth. So many people, so quick to pass judgement.
To be associated with das drecksau Fallen…
You’re practically spitting the words out, disgust coating each word.
(Hans): Die eine sache… the one thing…
You compose yourself, deep breath in, hold, release.
(Hans): The one thing that differs, is that everyone saw what Fallen did. Mein gott, you couldn’t not see it… the one thing that differs, is not once, not a single time in all of this saga, have you, Herr Chaos or whatever lawyer you’ve roped in to parrot your lines on TV or in interviews gone and shown, is proof.
You’ve had HR, lawyers and das police taking over the footage from the Academy. I’ve had mein phone taken as evidence. Login’s for my emails handed over. All that unt more.
And yet…
You lean in, eyes piercing the lens of the camera.
The next syllables are stressed, forced out between your gritted teeth as if being exorcised.
(Hans): Nothing. Nothing. No-thing.
Not a single message from me, to you.
Pray tell how I created this scenario?
Pray tell how I planted dreams in your head when I barely said a word to you at the Academy until you decided to attack the others at Havoc!?
What the f*ck do the doctors know? Oh Erica…
You sigh loudly, almost despondently.
(Hans): Oh Erica…
Shaking your head from side to side, another sigh escapes, you’re somewhat at a loss for words as you go over in your head what she said.
(Hans): I’ve had my way with you for months, have I?
Scheiße…
Erica. I do think you’re crazy for burning mein frau’s hair, for breaking into mein haus unt trying to make yourself pregnant…
Trailing off, you fail to choke back a bark of laughter at just how insane the past few months have been.
Running your hands through your hair and bracing them at the back of your neck, you look back up at the camera.
(Hans): Jah, by any metric Erica, du bist verrückt.
At Havoc, I’m facing you as a competitor. As a member of the same roster as you, going for the win by three count or submission or whatever…
That was my dream for us Erica. It’s the dream I had when Butch unt Matthew sold me on the idea of moving to LA. To help the next generation of wrestlers flourish, male or female. Teach them what I know. Challenge them…
Und in ihrem fall, Erica…
If I have to.
Destroy you.
Why?
You click a small button off camera, the sound of Erica’s voice comes across the speakers in the room.
(Erica): You don’t get to walk away from me. She doesn’t get to walk away from me.
Hitting the button, you pause the recording of the promo.
You nod, gently, lips pursed and eyes staring downwards, lost in thought, going over what you’ve heard.
(Hans): I take you at your word here Erica. Unlike your accusations, your threats, jah, I believe them.
You know where my wife unt I live. We work for the same federation, we have to interact as part of our jobs. You’ve shown willingness unt drive to break up my marriage and so much more.
You hit the button off camera once more.
(Erica): You don’t get to walk away from me. She doesn’t get to walk away from me.
Another pause as you consider what you’ve heard.
(Hans): At Havoc, ich werde. At Havoc, so auch Vanessa.
You tap the button once more, Erica’s last words coming through the speakers.
(Erica): I protected you from mi maestro. Did you know that? You’re still standing because I wanted you and he gave you to me. He stepped aside for me to experience what I needed to experience but he was right all along. Now, I’m not holding him back and you have us both to worry about. I accept your challenge.
One finger drums lightly on your chin as you listen to what’s being said, you can’t help but smile at hearing that you’ve been ‘protected’ from Herr Chaos.
(Hans): Protected? Protected from what? More desperate attempts at relevance? More pathetic attempts at attention-seeking. What will he do next? Attack me during our match? Like he’s never done that before…
Leaning back in your chair, you get comfy, left leg going over the right as you lean back, almost assessing the camera as if it were Maniac before you.
(Hans): Perfect segway, jah? Onto you Herr Chaos, das after-thought. Were you not pissed off? Ah, scheiße, guess the wrong personality was at the wheel when you heard it. Next time, jah?
I won’t dignify your torrent of utter quatsch about ‘being in hot water’. You’re like ‘America’s Mayor’, Rudy Guiliani, running about spreading blödsinn about the elections, hair-die running down his face, or in your case, makeup, from being flushed… as I said above to Erica, you’ve got nothing, because there is nothing.
Ah, well, perhaps there is…
For me unt mein frau, there’s cause for a libel case against you, Erica, those third-rate dregs you’ve hired… jah, consider that Herr Chaos.
As for trying to avoid the truth?
Projecting, as always mein in den kopf gefickter freund.
I’ll let mein frau have the final word here, since it seems that a strong woman seems to intimidate you.
A little warning, nothing has changed, barring our marriage of course.
You smile at the camera as you reach once more for the button off-screen.
This, this was petty, you know that. But, you know it’ll strike home in more ways than one.
A brief thought flits at when you’d first heard this, how embarrassed you’d been. But, then, privacy was something you’d always savored. This was far enough in the past now to not affect you as much and even if it did, the thought of Maniac hearing this and knowing it was your wife saying it? Yes, oh yes.
You smile at hearing your wife’s voice, as enamoured with her now as you were back then.
(Vanessa): You want uncomfortable ma’? Hans and I had sex a few nights ago before the ppv. It was amazing…it’s always amazing. He is the most attentive man in bed imaginable. There’s a specific position I like that he does when he grabs me from the waist and….
You hit the pause button for the final time, tongue pushing into the side of your cheek as you wink at the camera.
A small shuffle of the chair and you lean in towards the lens.
(Hans): Perhaps one day you’ll be fortunate to meet someone like Vanessa, Herr Chaos, it’s quite revelatory, I assure you.
You reach off camera to cut the feed as the scene fades to black.
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