HWA Message Board: A Very Stupid Mistake

The scene opens out as Hans has hit the record button on his iPhone, camera facing him and displaying his head and upper torso, one arm slightly in view holding the phone out from him.

(Hans): I’ll keep this brief, jah… this match at Havoc, I’m very pleased. I don’t like asking for matches, I’ll wrestle whoever und whenever… but this Havoc, jah… I’m very happy to be facing Professor Hoff.

He smiles like a predator would at the sight of prey.

He moves around, showing himself to be in the HWA Academy gym, clearly having just had the notification through about the card for the upcoming Havoc and felt the need to air his thoughts immediately.

Bringing the phone in slightly, Hans continues to address the camera.

(Hans): I’ll let you in on something Professor.

This is what I feared.

Not you, Professor, or indeed anyone else on this roster per se. Nein.

What I feared was others sensing weakness and looking to exploit a situation.

A situation that I will be concluding before long let me assure you.

But still, I feared that someone else might raise their head above the parapet, someone else might decide to poke das bear. und you have Professor, you have.

I feared someone would look to take advantage, get cocky, take a risk… und that I would have to put them down for it. I feared that someone would be foolish enough to not know what awaited them… or not care...

So at Havoc I’m going to make an example of you.

It’s said so matter-of-factly that the venom behind the words almost slips by unnoticed.

(Hans): You won’t know this…

He smiles at the memory.

(Hans): Back in my last tenure, I called my opponents ‘victims’. The folly of youth, jah? I look back und cringe a little.

A gentle wag of the finger follows, as he carries on.

(Hans): Aber nein, nicht heute. You say I’ll be your next ‘subject’? Nein. The only sample you’ll be obtaining will be from mein fists und boot heel, und even then, you’ll have to go searching on your hands und knees for the bloodied teeth of yours that I’ll leave strewn around das ring.

You’ll have no times for ‘notes’ und you’ll be having to watch our ‘match’ back when you’re hospitalised because in the moment, you’ll be too busy praying to whatever god you hold true that I show mercy on you.

Facial features a mask of composure at this moment, he doesn’t even blink, no muscle tics occur.

Stoney silence vocally, yet behind the eyes raw fury.

A dismissive noise sounds from his throat after a few moments, his eyes narrowing.

(Hans): You threatened mein frau Professor. What is coming, what will be delivered, is on you.

I hold true to what Jeremy hates Herr Chaos for. HWA should be the pinnacle of wrestling. A display of skill und flair, technicality und art…

But for you Professor, I’ll put that aside.

The only thing you will learn from this, is that you have made the biggest mistake of your life by threatening Vanessa.

I’ve beaten you before, but at Havoc, I will beat you Professor.

The face muscles twinge now, the upper lip curling back in a snarl, the forehead furrowing and the nostrils flaring out.

(Hans): This isn’t like when you pulled wings off flies und shone a magnifying glass at a bug when you were a child. This is you going into das tigers den und flicking a stone at it. You may be a smart man, Professor, but you’ve made a very stupid mistake.

Looking into the lens, he doesn’t blink, eyes boring into the imagined head of Professor Hoff as if he was standing there in front of him.

(Hans): Don’t make any others Hoff.

The video is stopped, Hans having ended the recording there.

The scene fades to black.