The camera swings round, bringing a steel chair into view, unoccupied at present. Nothing happens for a few moments, before the sound of someone off-camera clambering into the rings can be heard, the ropes moving somewhat in concert with this.
Heinrich von Richtoven walks on screen, and settles himself down into the chair, dropping a small towel at his feet, and taking a slug from a bottle of Powerade; sweat dripping from him, making it obvious he’s been training hard, as he removes a sweat band from his forehead, and with a slight grimace, drops it to the mat.
Glancing up at the camera, he takes another swig of the Powerade, and hunches forward placing his elbows on his knees before beginning.
(Heinrich): Allow me to confess something that's been preying on my mind lately Senester.
He takes a swig of his Powerade, while his other hand dabs at the sweat on his brow with a small white towel.
(Heinrich): You see, I hold wins over two of the biggest men in the HWA. Wins that most people would be happy to have on their résumé; but not me. Butch Parker, despite how satisfying it felt, I beat through interference, while Eddie K I beat because he hadn't the stomach to have his shoulders pinned to the mat. Two of the biggest names have losses attributed to me, yet the best I can say I actually bested no longer competes in the HWA.
He falls silent for a few seconds, mulling over his words, before takig another swig of his Powerade.
(Heinrich): I'm sure you'd feel the same if you were in my shoes Senester, and that's hard done by. I've had various people praise me for my efforts, say I should be going places, but the two biggest ticks on my sheet, have to go in the 'other' category, and it...
He snaps his fingers, searching for the right word.
(Heinrich): Troubles me. Yes, that's the word.
Once more, he takes another swig of the Powerade.
(Heinrich): Now I look at this match with you Senester, and I'm drawn towards that old adage 'third time lucky'. And so that's the way I'm going to approach this match. I'm sure you've worked up some words for me, full of hidden meaning and meant to dazzle, but I really don't care much for that. You might even elaborate further on what you said to my brother at 'Blood, Sweat & Tears'; something about an upcoming catacylsm, perhaps idly throw in something about me being inconsequential to my brother... well, maybe not that last point, since he didn't care one jot for your offer.
He drapes the towel over his right shoulder.
(Heinrich): I'm actually very proud of him for how he reacted to you and the offer. The grip you've held on him for years, perhaps not discernable at times, has always worried me since he took the plunge to rejoin the HWA, and I always had my doubts he'd be able to push away when you came calling, but, he did.
He pauses for a few moments, the corner of his mouth drawing up as if for speech, but he holds his tongue as he thinks on his words.
(Heinrich): So...
He claps his hands together lightly.
(Heinrich): What's in this match for you I wonder? Is it a case of poor booking? Or is it a case of vengeance for my brother choosing to go his own way...
He taps his chin lightly with his left index finger.
(Heinrich): I think it's the latter in all honesty. There is past precedence of you using brothers of those you covet to get at them... albeit, in this case I'm actually still breathing...
He leans back in his chair, dropping his arms by his side.
(Heinrich): You know what though? Honestly, whatever reason you have for me being placed against you, and regardless of hints you may drop between now and Havoc, and irrespective of everything you've done up to this point; I'm looking at you and all that's coming to mind is 'third time lucky'? And yes, I think it will be.
He smiles, as the scene fades to black.
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