Hans & Liesl vs. 420 BC vs. Donnie & Bree

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“Zat vas not a vise decision,” Hans shouts at the camera, jabbing his finger off to the side as he does so. His usually pallid complexion has turned a shade of red as he glares wide-eyed, brow furrowed and nostril flared, at the lens of the handheld recording device. “It vould appear as if ze Canadians are just as stupid and ignorant as ze Americans – zat is ze the only explanation I can zink of as to vy they vould interfere in mine und Liesl’s affairs…”

“Vy, after ze time limit has…” Hans pauses, trying to think of the word he wants, “…expired, zey vould even zink of attacking Liesl or myself. You should not have done zat, Canadians. Ve vere doing vat vas necessary; Liesl and I vere going to end ze American Dream. Ve vere going to break ze fingers of Donnie Cross. Ve vere going to bring Bree Nelson into vorld of pain; to show her ze harsh reality of zis dream fo hers…”

“But you, Canadians, you interfere…” Hans says with disdain evident in his tone, “…you save zese Americans from learning. You keep zem stupid. You keep zem ignorant – Bree Nelson still has zat dreamer’s gleam in her eyes and zat is your fault.” Hans jabs his fingers at the lens before backing away from the camera.

His rage is nearly overwhelming him; his body is practically shaking, his teeth gnashing together as he runs a hand over his shaven head. Dressed in his black denim jeans and plain black tee, Hans paces back and forth in front of the German flag, which is hanging on the wall, before turning back to the camera. “Zere is some good news,” Hans starts, speaking more calmly than her was a second ago, “Liesl und I, ve have a chance to right zis wrong. Ve have rematch against ze Canadians. Against Bree und Donovan; ve have triple threat tag team match on ze Supercard und von more chance to show you all vy Liesl und I are ze superior tag team here in LDFC.”

“Und von more chance is all ve shall need.” Hans states, confidently. “Ve vill finish vat ve started last veek; ze decimation und ze destruction of ze American Dream, ze disintegration of Bree’s hopes und dreams, ze demise of Donnie’s vestling career.”

“Und ze Canadians vill not escape lightly, either.” Hans exclaims, sternly. “Zey do not get avay mit zeir interference tonight. Zey do not get to make fools of Liesl und myself. So in von veeks time here in ze heartland of zis country, ve vill usher in new era of tag team vestling. Ve vill show all zese team zat zey are nicht sehr gut – zey do not have vat it takes to last in zis sport – but it is not zeir fault…”

“Zey have been raised to believe zey are special. Zat zey can do vatever zey vant…”

“You vere lied to. Zere are zings in zis vorld you are not capable of, zings you are not ready for. Und after New Generation, ve vill leave your hopes und dream in pieces on floor like your name vas Josh Duggar.” Hans scoffs in disgust before walking away and out of shot.