The camera zooms in, focusing on Heinrich von Richtoven, cradling a weeping Wisdom protectively, buffeted as he is by the ongoing’s around him.
More to himself, than to Wisdom, he speaks out, occasionally throwing a threatening glare at anyone looking like they might want to move Wisdom, and by default; himself, away from the ring.
(Heinrich): It’s ok, it’s ok… they’re professionals…
A loud rumbling can be heard as heavy machinery capable of lifting the cross if moved into the arena from the large loading doors at the arena’s side, the crowd parting ways and the staff moving the vacated chairs swiftly away.
Up high in the rafters, technicians begin reattaching cables to the rigs that raised the cross up in the first place.
(Security): Hey pal, you need to get out of here.
Heinrich looks up at the man who’s finally dared to speak up, a warning in his eyes.
Not backing down though, he gestures at Wisdom’s shoulder, bleeding from the gunshot graze.
(Security): Seriously pal, get her looked at.
Wisdom snaps her response at the man, giving Heinrich no chance to say anything.
(Wisdom): I’m not leaving, ok! F*ck off!
The security guard’s response is swallowed up by the noise around them. After a few moments, a medic does drop down besides Wisdom, and begins to inspect her arm, opening up his first aid kit as he does so.
Heinrich’s attention meanwhile is taken a few seconds later by the sight of his own brother being wheeled past the ring on a gurney, Jason and Vanessa coming along behind it. Catching Jason’s eye, he releases his hold of Wisdom, and braces his arms on the lowest ropes, sticking his head out to allow him to catch Jason’s words.
(Heinrich): What’s going on? Why’s Hans on the gurney?
(Jason): He got injected with something by Ronnie during his match!
(Heinrich): What? You’re joking? You’ve got to be f*cking joking?
(Jason): I wish I was. He got it from Senester.
Heinrich jabs his finger up at the gurney being wheeled up the entrance ramp, anger beginning to flourish on his face and in his posture.
(Heinrich): You mean that f*cking bastard… that schweinhund, injected my own brother with something that snake of a man gave him?
Neck muscles bulging, and with a fire in his eyes, he throws one look at Wisdom, and then looks back up the ramp.
(Heinrich): Scheiße. I’m going after him!
Jason reaches up to the ring, and pushes him back as he tries to extricate himself from the way that Wisdom had collapsed in to him.
(Jason): Don’t waste your time, he’s long gone already. You won’t get him tonight!
With a snarl, Heinrich slams his fist into the mat, and relents somewhat.
(Jason): You staying with Wisdom, if me and Vanessa go with Hans?
Heinrich pauses, glances down at Wisdom, and then at Jason, nodding his assent.
(Heinrich): It won’t take them long to get Butch free, she’s been shot as well… we’ll be along shortly.
Nodding at this, Jason moves out of the camera’s view, heading up the ramp. Behind Heinrich, the large cross begins to be lifted, as the scene fades out momentarily, and then resumes in the parking lot of the Staples Center, several hours after the conclusion of ’The Other Side’.
A taxi pulls up, disgorging Heinrich, fresh from the hospital, and attired in a plain pair of Levi 501’s, a Red Lantern t-shirt, and a pair of white Nike sneakers. Cuts and bruises are now beginning to flourish fully, and he winces slightly as he walks.
He throws a confused glance in the direction of a badly dented rental car surrounded by fragments of broken glass, and heads towards his own car; a white Pagoni Zonda, further down the lot. Two reporters, still hanging about, head his way. Not even breaking stride, Heinrich speaks to them, his tone brooking no argument.
(Heinrich): Make it quick please.
Wasting no time, they launch into their questions.
(Reporter 1): What’s the condition of your brother Heinrich? Do you know what was contained in the injection Ronnie gave him?
(Heinrich): Hans is fine, he’s not suffered any adverse effects from what that bastard gave him… yet. They’re still running tests, so it’s anybody’s guess what was in it.
(Reporter 2): Congratulations on becoming the new Spotlight champion, how does it feel?
(Heinrich): Honest answer, I don’t know. I’ve not had a chance to really let it sink in yet, my mind’s been on other things. Once I figure it out, you’ll be the first to know.
(Reporter 1): Do you know the current condition of Butch Parker?
(Heinrich): I’m sorry, no, I don’t. He was in a bad shape, but when we were at the hospital, I was at my brother’s side.
(Reporter 1): And Wisdom?
(Heinrich): Fleshwound.
By now, he’s reached his Zonda, and thumbs the remote key to unlock it, and opens the drivers door.
(Heinrich): Look guys, I’ve got somewhere I need to be right now. Speak to management, and I’m sure you’ll be able to arrange something proper with me.
With that, he slides into the drivers seat, shutting the door behind him, as the scene fades to black.
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