Sie muss immer aus der Reihen tanzen!

[Noelle Smith]

Liesl smiles as she steps in front of the camera with all the grace of a fitness model - though none of those 'worthy' women ever had abs like hers. They were the result of hard work and dedication, her fit form her way of burning off the frustration she felt as she looked at what American people accepted.

"I was born better than you, Terrence Tillman. Not because I'm female, not because I'm visually stunning, or a rare blend of athelete and warrior focus. But because you were born in the United States, and I was born in Germany. Before you get your boxers in a wad, Terrence, let me explain why that makes me better."

Liesl takes a moment to model in front of the camera, flexing her arms and even turning to smack her taut ass.

"My parents were proud - and in my father's case are still proud to serve the United States of America in the Army. They spent their careers for the most part in Germany, where I was born and they instilled in me the drive to go after what I want. To let nothing stand in my path to being the best, and above all else? To not be a fat lazy American slob! It sickens me, to see the differences in the American fans now that Hans and I are here to compete and myself to grow even stronger. In Germany they may make those fat cheeked blushing porcelain children but I assure you the REAL children are fit and healthy! They still know how to get outside and explore instead of getting sucked into the virtual reality of an X-Box! They would rather run, and grow strong, than to become yet another Eric Cartman! Believe me, when I see this it sickens me and makes me wonder how this could have happened to the country that was once the greatest and strongest in the world!"

Liesl shook her head.

"Now this is not to say, that there aren't some strong ones left. To look at him, this first opponent of mine, Terrence Tillman is strong, fit and well not that tall but he makes up for it with at least going to the gym. I have seen him train, and while he is never close to being as intense as Hans, at least he knows his way around a weight rack without stumbling over his own shoes. Terrence, let me give you this advice - keep going to the gym! Never give up and turn into a fat American slob knob!"

Liesl proudly shakes her shoulders, making the German flag embossed with glitter on her t-shirt glimmer.

"I will show you, what German-American determination looks like, Terrence! You may be hesitant to face a woman in the ring? I see this as a flaw in many rookie American wrestlers. But do not worry! I will teach you the lesson that just because you face a woman does not guarantee you will win! Especially when that woman is Liesl Albrecht...because I will not hesitate, to do the things I am trained to do. I will show you what ruthless dedication, vicious focus, and well ...a mean streak I am told, can do. You may NEED to defeat me to start your path, but you must learn that we cannot always be given what we need. We must take it, break it and remold it in our image!"

Liesl smiled and flexed again.

"Now that is a goal worth striving for...defeat Terrance Tillman, and show these slovenly American piglets that stuffing their faces is not the way to dominance. That only through hard work and ruthlessness, can we achieve greatness. Keep your Twinkies, Ho Hos, Casa Erotica video on demand, and cold piss in a bottle beer! I will drape myself in the glory of victory, for Hans Kuntz and Germany!"

The camera panned back to show her standing proudly in a gym setting with a large traditional German flag behind her, sparklers flaring up as she pumped her fists and thumped the flag on her chest. Liesl was ready to rock.