Ze Germans vs Nest and Terrence Tillman (Liesl RP)

[Noelle Smith]

Liesl Albrecht walks into the camera's range, her German made Pumas squeaking on the tiles as she turns to face it, a stern look on her features as she puts her hands on her s.Oliver jeans, a 'Ze Germans – do not tolerate you' t-shirt covering her chest. For a long moment she is silent, then a smirk touches her lips making her narrowed eyes seem more cruel.

"So now you see, that we were telling the truth all along, and I will tell you lazy Americans, and you who would not stand with us in LDFC that it was sweet, our revenge on Chris Bond and Jason Bronco. Not a one of you stopped to wonder, either, why it was week after week I passed on the moves of focus. You knew it was not because I was lazy, I am the furthest thing from this. I did it to prove a point, that the things that Chris Bond and Riley Owens and the others are trying to show us, because they are not the experts to be looked up to like they want you to believe. If it were the case, if they were right and we were wrong? Hans and I would not have emerged victorious after a savate kick and a springboard DDT. These are facts, that no one can ignore. But of course, none of you have the guts or spines to have done the same. What a shame."

Liesl lifts her arms, quickly twisting her loose blond locks into a quick braid before shaking her head in mock concern.

"Now the team you mockingly called Ze Germans have a big, big win under our belts. A win that no one believed we could gain, and surprise! Blind, herdlike Americans wrong again. Hans is a prime example of a true wrestler, a real man, and a real athlete. It should be to no one's surprise that Bond and Bronco simply did not...measure up."

A smirk, and she shook her head again.

"Speaking of which, this week Ze Germans will be facing Terrance Tillman and the man they call Nest."

Liesl nods, her hands on her hips as she swivels subtly to show off her fine form.

"Tillman, he will say I am sure about how the last time we faced one on one that he was able to defeat me. This is not a lie. But this was also in the past, before I truly gained my stride. Before Hans and I together stood strong, stood up for Lion's Den, and defeated Bond and Bronco. Before I defeated people who scoffed at me, derided Hans as a mentor. Things have sorely and surely changed, Tillman, and this time you must face me with Hans to have my back. I trust him completely, he is not just my mentor but a man who is German and therefore quite superior. I know that when I need to tag out? He will be there for me, without a single solitary doubt."

Liesl nods with conviction.

“Nest. A man that has, as they say, run roughshod over the competition. He destroyed one of the few tolerable minds in the Lion's Den. The trainers look at him with a kind of awe that I really feel is actually fear. And yet...hmm. Tell me this, Nest. Tell me this, Terrence Tillman. Does this not seem to be a way for those who try and control our destinies to make you destroy each other? To weaken you, when it is so close to when you will face each other? Can either of you honestly say you would weep, should the other become injured at the hands of Ze Germans? I suppose we shall see.”

Liesl smirks and walks out of the shot.


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