Hans and Liesl vs 420 BC (Liesl)

[Noelle Smith]

Liesl Albrecht came strutting out in front of the camera wearing a t-shirt decorated with 'Hans the Hammer' and a sparkling German flag highlighted with glitter, putting her hands on her hips.

"What a mess we had, the last time we were in a ring together, ja, mess is the right word. A three team competition that neither of us won, and where Bree and Donovan stood tall afterward. I do not think this result pleased any of us, I cannot speak for Hans nor would I want to speak for 420 BC. For all our collective efforts toward putting the other teams down, a simple roll up, a surprise from behind decided this match. It was unsatisfying, and yet this is what such a match often comes down to, I am told. But with the pair that we face this week, much like in the past I cannot believe that they will be so concerned."

Liesl smirked, the high pony tail she had her hair up in swaying as she moved.

"One a sociopathic nihilist, the other a rank junkie, though I am sure neither would pop clean if the office chooses to do the correct thing and test them before this match. How inferior they are, for such a habit and reliance! Now I am sure they will shake their oddly coiffed heads at this, and crow that yes in the past, they own a victory over Hans and I. I will not deny that such a travesty has indeed happened, but I put to you this. How can one prepare a strategy to deal with two such chaotic individuals, who slurp maple syrup while stuffing their faces with Timbits, after imbibing in what I am sure is some very cheap chemical crutch."

She shook her head, a curious expression on her face.

"It is a shame that an athlete of the perfection that is Hans Kuntz has a besmirchment on his name, from the past. It is a shame that I will do anything to prevent from happening again. This is a stain on his honor that I abhor, and I will seek to repair this in our newest match against them. It is true, that I am not the caliber of competitor that Hans Kuntz is, but it is also true that I work very hard to become better, so that I may make my mentor proud of my performance after the bell rings."

A look of fervent devotion crossed her face as her hands went into fists where they rested on her dark jeans.

"You have the example of my recent victory over the Crimson Baroness to put the proof to my words, as strong and enduring as the German flag. We are dedicated, Serenity and Ligaya Fontaine, to becoming better, becoming the dominant force in the nascent tag team division of LDFC. We want to someday hold the title belts, after they become instated, and we want to reign supreme as the shining example of German superiority. That path towards that goal starts here, against the pair of you. We wish to prove that LDFC produces and hones the best new wrestlers, and that is a cause very dear to my heart – and why I confronted one of our trainers for choosing outside of our sphere for his tag team partner. Isn't that right, Chris Bond?"

Liesl smirked again, though this one was nastier.

“I believe we all now see the weight of my words in that case.”

Liesl smiled, snapping her fingers before walking off camera.


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