HWA Message Board: Herr Chaos

The scene opens out onto the HWA Academy media room set aside for recording promos.

Hans von Richtoven is standing in the centre of the camera, light olive cargo shorts cut just before his knees and a black t-shirt branded with his own name and HWA branding covering his torso.

He folds his arms over his chest, wryly smiling as he begins.

(Hans): Herr Chaos, danke, for explaining. As best you could try at any rate…

Allow me my response.

Here is why I’m ‘on your back’ as it were.

Hans adjusts his stance, his tone conversational. He folds his arms over his chest.

(Hans): You have enabled, und you have lost control.

You simply wanted chaos.

You saw the opportunity to do so when Erica burnt her bridges.

You took advantage of her situation, not out of concern for her, but to further your aims.

It wasn’t out of altruism that you took her under your wing… nein, it was self interest.

You said it yourself Herr Chaos, ‘this is MY destiny and MY redemption and NOBODY is going to take it from me’...

It’s always been about you. It doesn’t matter that others got hurt, jah? It doesn’t matter that you cheated to win, jah? It doesn’t matter that people have been assaulted, jah?

As you say, it’s in the past.

Und when anyone comes to hold you down on that? Und I quote… ‘I've said multiple times to multiple people that this is my fault’ und ‘I take my share of responsibility’...?

A chuckle and a shake of the head, almost disbelieving.

(Hans): (Hans): Herr Chaos, nein mein freund, no you have not.

Holding up a finger as if to forestall any retort, he continues.

(Hans): (Hans): At least, when it’s not on your terms.

The difference between you und I, Herr Chaos, is that I owned what I had done, all those years ago. I accepted what needed to be done in reparation. I didn’t shirk from it.

Jah, you visited Michelle… a woman under sedation… so not likely to ask you to do any soul searching… how about Matt? Ah, nein…

But of course, ‘he did it to himself’, jah, the perfect excuse. On a par with ‘she wore it, so she deserved it’.

Herr Chaos, you’re ‘sorry’ in as much as you pay lip service to the idea of it at best.

You ask why I’m ‘on your back’?

It’s because you’re not sorry. Your reactions to Matt, to Jeremy, hell, to me… that says it all. If you take offense at being questioned on your honesty, that mein freund speaks volumes.

You living on that coach of yours is the perfect metaphor for how you live your life. You arrive, you cause chaos, you flee. You repeat. You cause harm, you say a few words, you’re gone before you need to actually follow through on them. You’re on camera, flying to Florida via Ireland to assault Matt’s father, then it’s back on that coach to sit with your girlfriend and be spoon fed questions that allow you to give such blödsinn responses.

These days, jah, you push new material. Some generic nice words about your opponents now that you’re ‘free’ is all good und well Herr Chaos, but as soon as there’s any push back or accountability, jah, das demon comes back out, snarling und lashing out. Much like when I don’t deign to respond to every single match request you’ve made. Someone looks at you wrong, und you want them in a match…

A pause, a moment to take breath. A roll of the eyes to match the hint of sarcasm tinting his words at the end there.

The eyes still focus on the camera the whole time, unblinking.

(Hans): (Hans): ‘I talk crap? Herr Chaos, look in the mirror.

The hands come to rest, clasped together, at his waist.

(Hans): (Hans): Herr Chaos, you have enabled, und you have lost control.

What matters is that it was you that did it. You will own that.

So Herr Chaos, jah, I do hope we meet at Ringmaster. You’ve never beaten me fairly. Let me see if your word is as good as you say it is.

But as I’ve said, I have my doubts on that.

A small nod of the head towards the camera, the corners of his mouth tugging upwards.

(Hans): (Hans): Train well Herr Chaos.

With a knowing grin, he walks off camera.

The camera slowly fades to black as Hans exits the room.