(Hans): So what, you’re not even going to consider the possibility of walking out there with the Spotlight title around your waist?
(Heinrich): I’ve not written it off Hans, I’m not a complete defeatist, but…
He places his chin in the palm of his left hand, the elbow propped up on the table.
(Heinrich): Look, were they banned from ringside or whatever, then sure, I’d be confident of it. Fallen will overlook me since he has victories over me, and Talon’s just naturally going to see him as the major threat. I bide my time, go toe to toe only when I need to and let them hit the big moves on one another, and I’m sure I’d be able to get in some shots at a three count. When you know you’re any second away from one of their friends charging down that ramp at the first sign that they’re going to get beaten though, it changes your perspective.
Leaning back into his chair, he pushes the plate away from him and to the side.
(Heinrich): Look, I’m probably just a bit jaded here for having had my last two title shots screwed over, and I had no idea that anything like that was going to go down then, so to just… to just ’know’ that something similar is going to happen now... It’s just frustrating, you know?
A predatory smile ghosts across his face, as his gaze becomes somewhat longing and distant.
(Heinrich): Still, I’d love it if it was Merlyn that was the one to come out to try and save Talon’s ass. The rest of the world could go and hang for all I care at that moment in time. Me and that dirty little schweinhund, it wouldn’t end well for him at all…
He snaps out, now chuckling. Hans meanwhile finishes off the last of his own panini and slides the plate to the side. He gestures at Heinrich’s own plate, half-eaten panini still on it.
(Hans): Less talk, more eating.
Throwing a sideways glance at it, Heinrich slowly drags his own plate back in front of him.
(Heinrich): Fine, but you know how I hate silence at the dinner table…
He takes a bite of his panini.
(Hans): Subtle hint Heinrich.
Covering his mouth so as not to spew crumbs anywhere, Heinrich responds.
(Heinrich): Thank you.
Hans wait’s a few seconds, ill-prepared to take up the verbal helm, wracking himself until…
(Hans): Well I’m wanting to run through some mat based work this afternoon.
Tapping the back of his head gently he carries on.
(Hans): This is still a weakness he’ll be able to exploit given half a chance, so if you’re up for that?
He leans forward somewhat in an enquiring manner, waiting for his brother’s response.
(Heinrich): Yeah, sure. It’ll give me a chance to run through some moves I’ve not blown the dust off in a couple weeks. Yeah, for sure.
(Hans): Excellent.
He snorts with laughter, a small grin tugging at his mouth.
(Hans): Think you’ll be able to give me a similar experience to the one I‘ll be getting?
(Heinrich): Don’t see why not. It’ll be grappling you’re wanting, lots of submission holds, yeah?
(Hans): Primarily. He’s good at it to say the least, so there’s no harm in prepping correctly. Know what he likes?
He receives an affirmative nod.
(Hans): Think you can be doppelganger and focus on using his favoured moves?
(Heinrich): Hmm… most of them I’d say…
(Hans): That’ll do. Like any plan survives contact with the enemy anyway.
(Heinrich): … well then yeah. You’ll get a good practice out of what I know if that’s your attitude.
Hans nods, happy with this, as the fingers of his left hand drum the table top lightly.
(Hans): Anyway, while you finish up, I’m going to get ready.
With a quick glance up at the clock, he continues.
(Hans): That should give us a good five to six hours before we’ve got those interviews.
Heinrich raises up the last of his panini, waggling it somewhat in his hand.
(Heinrich): I’ll be a minute or two.
Pushing back his seat, Hans grabs his plate and glass, and steps off camera towards the kitchen as the scene fades out.
To be continued…
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