Hans Kuntz vs. Terrence Tillman
Jul 17, 2015 18:05:21 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Jul 17, 2015 18:05:21 GMT -5
“I vill not keep you long, Tillman,” Hans says, speaking slowly and calmly; he’s sitting on a stool in front of the German flag, dressed in a black zip up running jacket and some jeans. “I know you are busy mit your bae. How much you value your time getting dick vet mit your American whore…” he shrugs, “…but you should not have forgotten about upcoming match.”
“For veeks you talk, und you talk, und you talk. Yapping like little mutt, trying to get my attention. Trying to get under my skin. Tillman, I varned you, you do not vant to get under my skin.” He says in a stern tone. “You should not vant to get on my bad side.”
“But zese people,” he motions to the camera with a sweeping gesture, “zey have filled your head mit zese delusions of grandeur. Zey have led you to believe zat you are above reproach. Zat you have vat it takes to stand up against ze likes of me. Ze likes of Liesl Albrecht. Und, Tillman, ven I look at you, ven I see vat you do, how you vestle, how you conduct yourself in und out of ze ring…” there’s a brief, “…maybe Herr Bond has point ven he picked non Lions Den student to be his tag team partner in ze Dynamic Duos tournament.”
“You do not seem to know ven to stop. Ven it is in your best interest to change your direction. But you vill soon, Tillman. You finally found your balls und you challenged me to match.” Hans mock applauds. “Vell done, Tillman. Zere is zat entrepreneurial spirit zat zis country of yours is so famous for. However, it is ze same spirit zat vill lead you to your demise.”
“Zis veek, Tillman, on zis next episode of Pride, you finally have to answer for your actions. You finally have to own up to all your vords, everything zat you have done until zis point. I do not care about past matches, Tillman. I do not care if you beat Liesl, if you beat any of zese Americans zat pollute LDFC. I do not care if my own record is nicht sehr gut…” Hans shrugs, “…all zat matter is zis Vednesday, I vill finally do vat I should have done a long time ago.”
“I vill put you down.” Hans states, sternly.
“Like mutt behind shed.” He makes a gun firing gesture to coincide with the Old Yeller reference.
“I vill do zis so next student who has fallen victim to ze American Dream does not make same mistake as you. Next student zat zinks zey have vat it takes to conquer ze vorld, to be ze Apex champion, zey can reconsider zeir course of action.”
“But not you, Tillman.”
“You vill be ze ant beneath my boot.”
“Ze nail under my hammer.”
“So drag yourself avay from your American whore, Tillman. Do not vorry about bae or getting your dick vet. Zat should not be your concern. In a few days you carry veight of LDFC on your shoulders. You are ze homegrown star going up against Hans Kuntz und you do not vant to fail. To let down ze fans. Ze other vestlers. Your country.”
“But you vill, Tillman. After I prove my superiority over you und ze rest of LDFC, you vill have disappointed everybody you hold dear. Zen you can crawl back beneath ze covers mit your slut und vaste avay into mediocrity, like a good American boy.” Hans says, sternly, before walking away.