Resting on top of the desk is a laptop, currently open, and logged in to the HWA website. Beside it, and angled upwards, is a webcam.
The camera pans around as Heinrich von Richtoven enters the room, a half empty glass of orange juice in one hand, and the last bit of a sandwich in the other. He crosses over to the desk, and after shoving the last bit of the sandwich in his mouth, uses that hand to pull across a swivel chair, and settles himself down into it; gently placing his glass of orange juice out of sight of the webcam.
He taps away at the laptop for a few seconds, and then adjusts both his posture, as well as the webcam, before clearing his throat...
(Heinrich): Guten tag. Welcome to my first webcam promo as Spotlight champion.
He pauses, chuckling to himself wryly for a few moments.
(Heinrich): I honestly didn’t think I’d be sitting here saying that this time last week, but I guess the old adage is true; third time lucky, no?
Now, given what occurred, I wouldn’t feel right just smack talking about how my time has come, and how I’m going to be the best champion the division’s ever had, because ultimately, and I‘ve no shame in admitting it, I got beat for this title, before I won it.
Talon Wilkinson; a man who I, and being as kind as possible with my wording, really, really dislike, pinned me fair and square. I lucked in to what happened next, I was in the right place at the right time, and it just so happened that, despite Fallen’s talk of the length’s he’d go to in defending his belt, I had it in me to beat him.
From Medos, to Logan Neilson, to Curt Evers, to Fallen, to, for several minutes; Talon Wilkinson. And from him, to me…
Out of that list, there’s only one person that I actually give a damn about, and that’s Logan. His title reign was something else, it set the bar for what this division could achieve, and I want to emulate that.
And then I want to better it.
I remember my first match in the HWA. I wasn’t even signed at the time, but Logan issued an invitational, and lo-and-behold, out of the two others that turned up, I was the last to go down to the champ. That willingness to put on a show, I liked it then, and I like it now.
So, HWA fans, I’ll be having words with Mr Bookman at some point in the near future about what we can accomplish together. He likes good business, as do I. And if he can keep giving me individuals like Merlyn to fight, then I’ll be his biggest fan…
He reaches for the glass of orange juice, and takes a sip, before nursing the glass in his hands out of view of the webcam.
(Heinrich): Now I’ve got a lot to prove, because regardless of the how’s and why’s, I’ve lost two title fights before this one, and even then, I’d be the first to admit that it’s arguably three… so, firstly, Fallen, I’d be happy to offer you a rematch. Please try to keep your response to my offer nice and short, and try not to go off on tangents.
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While you’re at it, ditch that stupid puppet, it’s more embarrassing than anything else and you do yourself no favours by having it.
Secondly, Merlyn, you little piece of sh*t. I hope you’ve been training hard these last few days, more for your own survival, as I seriously doubt that you’re going to be capable of weathering the storm that’ll be bearing down on you in-ring come ‘Declarations’ going by when we last fought. You’ve no place in a wrestling ring Merlyn; biting your opponents like some wild animal would.
I’m going to be laying down the bar with you Merlyn. What happens to you, will be what I’ll be setting out to achieve against everyone I face in defence of my title.
He shuts off the webcam, and allows the feed to upload.
Sitting back in his chair, he drains the last of his orange juice.
(Heinrich): My title, hmm… I could get used to saying that.
Smiling in amusement, he gets out of his seat as the scene fades to black.
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