The camera moves in closer as Heinrich chats with the two guards, allowing his duffel bag, the strap still clasped in his hand however, to drop to the ground. He reaches into his jacket pocket, pulling out a pen, and scribbles his signature on a piece of paper offered by one of the guards, and poses with the other for a photo.
Shaking hands, he then shoulders his duffel bag and heads towards his car. He walks briskly across the tar
(Mike Anderson): Got a moment Heinrich?
Heinrich's head whips round at the sound of Mike's voice, before nodding in greeting as he swiftly alters his pace to bring him in line with Mikes.
(Heinrich): I've got some time to spare, yeah.
They begin to walk side by side.
(Heinrich): How'd the interview go with my brother earlier on? Get what you needed?
(Mike Anderson): *Laughs* Oh yeah, we got plenty of footage. Managed to get the first part edited, but there's a lot to sift through.
He pats Heinrich on the shoulder in a show of camaraderie.
(Mike Anderson): I'm hoping to get your thoughts on a few things though...
He trails off, as they come to a halt at Heinrich's car; a pristine white Pagoni Zonda. They stand admiring it for a few moments.
(Mike Anderson): *Gobsmacked* Wow...
Heinrich laughs at the gobsmacked Mark, as he thumbs the button on his key fob to unlock the Zonda, before opening the passenger door and throwing his bag onto the seat.
(Heinrich): One of the last production ones Mike.
He shuts the door gently, before turning to face him.
(Mike Anderson): So you have to be extra careful when driving then? No chance for a replacement after all…
(Heinrich): *Chuckles* No, there isn't much chance is there?
(Mike Anderson): You managed to actually drive it yet?
(Heinrich): Not yet sadly, I've been sticking to the speed limit at all times since I got it...
He throws a lopsided smile at Mike, as he makes a jabbing gesture at the camera.
(Heinrich): *Laughs* Besides, like I'd admit anything else with a camera on me...
Mike laughs gently, as Heinrich walks round to the front of the Zonda, bracing himself against the bonnet.
(Mike Anderson): So, you ready to begin?
(Heinrich): Yeah, let's get it done Mike.
Mike looks over at the camera crew, and then back at Heinrich a few seconds later, as the interview begins proper.
(Mike Anderson): First off Heinrich. That was your first match in some time, and putting aside the interference for one moment, how did you feel about your performance in the ring?
(Heinrich): There were a lot of positives for me Mike, for sure. Next to no ring rust, I was moving well and getting into good positions, I was able to get in some good hits and counters. I very nearly had him at moments…
A flash of irritation crosses his face.
(Heinrich): … even when I was juggling the two of them…
(Mike Anderson): Any words for Grunge?
(Heinrich): Yeah, he wants to interfere in my matches, then he'll find me interfering in his.
He gestures at his neck.
(Heinrich): I've had it up to here with all the interference in my matches. Title shot after title shot has been ruined by people sticking their noses in when it suits them, and I'm sick of it. I've put it off long enough, but there's only so much I can take before I realize that most of the roster only respect the way of the fist, and believe me, that's what they'll be getting over the coming months. It's not my style, believe me, but I see no alternative.
(Mike Anderson): Do you feel that this is what David Willyard might be expecting of those competing in the Spotlight division?
(Heinrich): To fight tooth and nail to get one over one another? Yeah.
(Mike Anderson): Do you think you can?
(Heinrich): Pfft...
He rolls his eyes and shrugs his shoulders.
(Heinrich): Once I get my head around breaking the mould... and Grunge's face in the process, yeah, I'm sure I'll be able to do what's needed.
(Mike Anderson): How do you feel about Havoc taking place in Tehran?
(Heinrich): Apprehensive. Disgusted. Outraged...
He can't help but shake his head from side to side.
(Heinrich): What with the political state of so many countries in the Middle East being as it is, I think it's at the worst time imaginable. You have protesters being shot and killed in Iran, Libya and Bahrain to name but three countries... where is the sense in holding a sporting event in such an enviroment? Now I was warned to hold my tongue on this, but f*ck it, I personally agree with what these protesters are doing, I agree with what their ex-President Rafsanjani is calling for. True democracy must be allowed to flourish, and the current regime torn down and held to justice for what they have subjected not only their own people to, but many others in neighbouring countries.
He takes a deep breath, reining himself in.
(Heinrich): Now Havoc; being an show that is aired worldwide and watched by millions, will give these protesters a platform to air their grievances, and it will turn into a bloodbath. And what's horrifying, is that's probably what both sides want; to further their goals. The Bahrain Grand Prix was cancelled due to this, but yet Havoc's not?
Mike sighs, a knowing tone entering his voice.
(Mike Anderson): And of course, a boycott is off the cards for all HWA employees...
(Heinrich): Yeah, they've got us dead to rights there...
He moves off the bonnet of the Zonda, throwing a wild air punch in frustration.
(Heinrich): F*ck...
He takes another deep breath.
(Heinrich): I'll be there. I'll do my job. I'll get in that ring with Talon and I'll take it out on him.
(Mike Anderson): Any thoughts on him, or is it the wrong time?
Heinrich's hands drop to his knees as he bends over momentarily, forcing a chuckle from his lips as he straightens up.
(Heinrich): Wrong time Mike. Look, he's achieved and wasted a lot, while I've shown that I can hold my own against men of similar calibre.
He gestures at the Zonda, as a sigh escapes.
(Heinrich): Anyway Mike, that's all I've got time for, and I'd best take a few minutes to calm down or I'll be pulled over within minutes of leaving this gym.
They shake hands.
(Mike Anderson): Not a problem Heinrich, thanks again. Drive safe, ok.
The scene fades to black as Heinrich slowly begins to pace around the Zonda, arms braced at the back of his head as he tries to contain himself.
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