Sat in one of the leather chairs facing the screen is Hans ‘The Baron’ von Richtoven, casually attired for the moment in a pair of black Converse, some well worn Levi 501’s and a dark blue t-shirt with the von Richtoven crest over where your heart would be in silver foil.
On screen, lighting up the room and flickering off the silver foil on your top is the latest promo from your upcoming opponent, Maniac. Naturally, joined at the hip it seems, is the other current frustration in your life.
Made for one other, they’re absolutely made for one another.
You’d come here early, having made plans to train with Alexis Rose today. She wouldn’t get here for another hour, so time enough for you to go over what you needed to do before getting changed and ready for some mat work.
(Maniac): You know Sarah, believe it or not I like you. You got some spunk and I'll admit you can throw one hell of a punch so how about this, when Hans Von Richtoven vs. Erica Martinez goes down how about we add Sarah Callahan vs. Maniac added to the card? I really enjoyed splattering you in the cement in Chicago and I'd love to do it again in the ring, get back at me guuuurllll.
You roll your eyes at this even as you’re reaching down to the remote to pause that scene.
Thumbing another button, you switch to a different; earlier promo, hitting play.
(Maniac): And to top it off you went and challenged a woman to a match, wow Hans, Vanessa may not say it but she's disappointed in you. What kind of man are you Hans? Or are you one at all?
The promo is paused.
You’re turning to face the camera, eyebrow raising up, letting the pregnant pause carry on as you glance back and forth between what’s on screen and the camera.
Out of view to begin with, your left hand brings up your phone, you thumb it to life and then hold down the iPhone power button until the Siri option appears.
(Hans): What’s the definition of a hypocritical person?
The screen flashes, before pinging up the information to the top of the screen, your eyes scanning the text.
You already knew what was going to flash up, but you make a big show of nodding your head and going ‘ohhhhh’ as you read it.
You turn your face back towards the camera, innocence in your words.
(Hans): Every day is a school day, jah?
Smirking, you’re putting down your phone and picking up the remote, flicking it back to the original promo and letting it resume.
(Erica): You see, didn’t waste any time throwing me into the ring did you Jefe? Está bien! Está totalmente bien. Fuk it…I look forward the match. I have all those little bitches in there at the same time. Sarah, Alexis and Michelle, fuk ‘em, you just signed off on their demise!
This is exactly why you’ll be training with Alexis later on today. Michelle, you’d returned to training with her from time to time, but Alexis had in-ring experience with Erica, well worth exploring that and learning from it.
Confidence from Erica, that was clear. Misplaced as it was. She and the Blackthorne pair hadn’t exactly been regularly working together for months and as much as it was a battle royale, well, easier to take the win by working together.
On that note…
The scene changes as you flick to another event and the end of a match from Havoc back on the 12th of June.
(Ring Announcer): The winner of this bout… Alexis Rose!
(Jason): Now that was an old fashioned, knock down, drag out, kind of match.
(Vanessa): These two talked about getting in there and seeing what the other was about and I’ll be damned if they don’t know now.
Alexis gets to her feet and helps up a groggy Sarah. They two embrace briefly as the fans cheer and down the ramp come Michelle Leaner and Erica Martinez smiling and clapping for them both. They join them in the ring and for the first time in the new era we see a full on display of the women’s division taking form in the ring. Sarah and Alexis looked completely spent, but smile and nod in acknowledgement at one another, and the fans are on their feet. Michelle holds up Alexis’ hand and on the opposite end Erica does the same with Sarah as they face all sides of the ring. Within a blink of an eye Erica darts between Alexis and Sarah and levels them with a double-clothesline, the expression on her face changing to one of disdain. Michelle looks completely in shock, yelling at her “What are you doing?” The fans erupt in boos as Erica slides out of the ring and grabs a steel chair, slamming it across Sarah’s back as she rises and as she goes for Alexis’ the crowd bursts into cheers as Michelle grabs the other end of the chair, both now holding onto it.
You pause the promo, once again turning to face the camera, eyebrow raising up once again, letting the pregnant pause carry on as you glance back and forth between what’s on screen and the camera.
Flicking the screen back to the original promo once more, you hit play.
(Erica): Wait…you and Hans at Havoc? What the fuk? Maestro, did you see this? This is exactly what I’m talking about. They’re doing this shit on purpose, trying to punish us. We never did anything to them.
Attention back on the screen, you return the previous promo to prominence, rewinding slightly.
Within a blink of an eye Erica darts between Alexis and Sarah and levels them with a double-clothesline, the expression on her face changing to one of disdain. Michelle looks completely in shock, yelling at her “What are you doing?” The fans erupt in boos as Erica slides out of the ring and grabs a steel chair, slamming it across Sarah’s back as she rises and as she goes for Alexis’ the crowd bursts into cheers as Michelle grabs the other end of the chair, both now holding onto it.
The screen again changes back to the original promo.
(Erica): We never did anything to them.
You inhale through your nose, nostrils flaring wide, as you nod your head gently up and down.
(Hans): Jah… never did anything… jah…
You choke up then erupt with a snort of laughter that you can’t restrain any longer as you glance at the camera.
(Hans): As I’ve said, what’s happening now, this is the consequences of your actions Erica. One example of many.
Attention focused back on the screen, the original promo resumes.
(Maniac): I did see it, and to be honest with you Erica I can't wait. Hans has had my name in his mouth like it was Butch's di*k and at Havoc he thought he was going to face you.
The button to pause is hit again.
A low sigh escapes you.
Again, always with the d*cks…
Slowly, your head falls to the side facing the camera.
(Hans): What is it with you unt d*cks Herr Chaos? You seem absolutely fascinated with them and mine in particular… or me being involved with them… does one of your personalities have a crush on me, jah?
Your phone is brought up once more.
(Hans): Worth bringing up again, jah…
Swiping the notes open, you navigate to what you’re looking for even as you continue to talk to the camera.
(Hans): Can add this to it even…
Found it.
(Hans): … ‘get my balls out of Vanessa’s purse’, or ‘if I want to prove otherwise, I can get in the ring with you… oh wait, that’s not going to happen because I don’t have the balls’... or I’m ‘all talk’ or that ‘you at least have the balls to back it up’...
Another loud exhale out as the phone is closed.
(Hans): Still, if your attention ist focused down at mein groin, you won’t be looking elsewhere.
A shrug of the shoulders as you pick up the remote once more.
(Maniac): I wish I could have been there to see his face when he first saw the card, expecting you but instead got me who he thought he'd have time to toy with by running his mouth every chance he gets. Pathetic bastard went as far as playing old footage of Vanessa complimenting him in bed, maybe during the honeymoon faze Hans but as of late...well you can see it plain as day on Vanessa's face. She wished she just stayed with Thane.
(Hans): Toy with? Again, Herr Chaos, ich sehe ein muster… as for your other feelings, calling me pathetic while you sit there imagining what thoughts mein frau has? Jah, I’m the pathetic one. As for your Thane remark…
You smile.
You hold it.
(Hans): … yet again, trying to land a verbal hit, jah. What’s next in your bag? Will you go back to the fascism lines? Mention mein schwanz und eier again?
Folding your arms across your chest, you settle back into the chair, positioning yourself slightly to face more head on into the camera.
(Hans): Thane Givens, wherever he is, he doesn’t matter. He hasn’t mattered for a very, very long time. Unt das truth of the matter is, Herr Chaos, neither do you. You sit there, pushing buttons, being an outrage merchant… unt… jah, das wars…
You turn back to the screen, hitting the remote button as the promo resumes.
(Maniac): Oh yes, and what a night it will be Erica. Hans, you piece of shit you think this is over don't you? You think that your buddy Butch is going to sweep this all under the rug don't you? Hate to burst your bubble but you don't get to just walk away, you know Hans… Butch isn't the only one who can get addresses.
Maniac smiles as he holds up a piece of paper.
(Maniac): Maybe just maybe I give this to Erica, or maybe I'll just let DreamMaster visit Vanessa. What do you think Hans?
Maniac stares into the camera as his eyes burn red.
Again, you pause the recording.
A low sigh escapes as you gesture towards the screen with one hand.
(Hans): Halloween has passed Herr Chaos, no need for the theatrics.
Once more, you fold your arms across your chest, settling back into the chair, positioning yourself slightly to face more head on into the camera.
(Hans): As for your other piece of theatrics there…
You nod towards the screen.
(Hans): … would that be a piece of paper with mein address on, jah? An address where Erica has already been to and been escorted out in handcuffs, jah? I can well believe you both have selective memory, but I’m not so sure that she’d forget where she’s been…
But then, she thought we were in a relationship and that I’ve touched her and, well, jah, perhaps she will need that address afterall.
…
…
Though if I were Erica, I’d be hesitant to take any directions from you. You did end up flying to Ireland to then get to Florida to pay another family member a visit, so perhaps use Google Maps, jah? Nur ein gedanke.
Holding up your phone in emphasis at the last point, you smile, knowing that the travel escapades he’s denied in the past will strike a chord.
(Hans): But, I know you won’t Herr Chaos. Mein frau doesn’t have to fear your paint stripper breath tainting the air she breathes. You only attack people too weak enough to fight back, unt mein frau; Vanessa…
How can I put it in words you’d understand?
Ah, jah.
She’d have your balls in her handbag Herr Chaos.
You lean in, almost looming over the camera.
(Hans): I’ll see you at Havoc.
You cut the feed as the scene fades out to black.
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