Given at this time of the morning it’s typically just him and the silence of the empty room, he’s got his wireless earphones in, the promos from the HWA channel playing on his iPhone.
As per usual, a man of routine, he makes a beeline for the stand where the mats are kept, grabbing one and sliding it out onto the floor a short distance away. He then gently places the phone down next to him as he begins to stretch and loosen up his muscles. Eyes closed, he works through his routine as the promos play.
Coming to both the end of his warm up and the promos, Hans sits cross legged on the mat, taking in what he’s heard from those of the roster that have been on camera and digesting it.
(Hans): Hmm, interessant… still yet to apologise Herr Chaos… no surprise there…
With that, he rises to his feet, grabbing the mat in one hand by its edge and beginning to roll it up as he walks back to where he got it from.
By this time, several of the other rookies have arrived and began their own warm ups. Some are familiar to those watching the ‘Before the Bell’ segments at Havoc.
Nodding his head towards some of them in greeting, Hans drops the mat into its holder and pulls out his earphones, sliding them into their pod and that then drops into a pocket.
(Hans): Ah, Matthew!
The camera pans round, as Matthew Kiriyama, Red Dragon of course, appears into view.
The two men come together, hushed tones as they briefly discuss the plan of attack for the morning.
The scene fades out briefly before zoning back in on the HWA promo room later on that day.
Hans has showered, changed and standing center in the room, ready to go.
By this point, the footage has clearly been edited and ready for release, as Hans begins.
(Hans): First match of the year for myself unt what should in a perfect world be the last match for my opponent; Fallen…
A sharp intake of breath flares his nostrils.
(Hans): Scheiße, if this was a perfect world, you’d have wrestled your last match months ago though Steven. Like Sarah’s latest opponent, Herr Chaos, you both have committed sins unt refuse to apologize.
Another flare of the nostrils, narrowing of the eyes and then a slight upturn of one corner of the mouth.
A slight wagging of the finger occurs briefly.
(Hans): Though I will say you’ve not at least tried to pretend you’ve changed your spots Steven. Du bist ein scheißkerl… you know it, I know it… you are who you are.
This time it’s a sigh, a weary sigh.
(Hans): But… Steven, that’s the thing, jah? Du bist, wer du bist… unt I can’t stand for it. You faced my brother Heinrich all those years ago… you made a fool out of yourself in the run up, ran your mouth… unt well, I could forgive that. Nothing untoward there…
But nothing then told me what you’d do to Michelle…
Nothing when HWA first returned told me what you’d do to Michelle…
He’s leaning into the camera more now. Each word and syllable pronounced clear as day.
(Hans): Trust me Steven, had I known… you wouldn’t have had the chance to breathe in her direction, let alone anything else.
An ominous pause follows, implication clear.
Hans slowly leans back, tapping his chest with one hand.
(Hans): Now I’m a professional. You may have noticed, but, I don’t attack people backstage, I don’t throw fireballs around, jah? Sneak attacks and low blows? Nein. I do what I do in the ring.
Another slight upturn of the mouth.
(Hans): I’m looking forward to finally being in the ring with you Steven.
The upturn of the mouth has blossomed into a predatory smile as the scene fades to black.
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