With a few clicks of his track pad, he begins to speak.
(Heinrich): Well, here’s me, with a few minutes to spare before I have to head to the airport. Given that my opponents haven’t said much…
He catches himself, smirking slightly, before carrying on.
(Heinrich): Sorry… they’ve not said anything in fact, so I don’t really have much to go on here.
Sighing in mock frustration, he thumps his left hand against his thigh lightly.
(Heinrich): I’ve got to contractually air this promo, but I truly don’t know what to fill it with. I could go off on one of these half-baked, threat-filled excuses for a promo that the Fallen and his ilk do, where backing up your argument is as alien to them, as the chance of this current lawsuit against Senester actually succeeding in indicting him…
But no, that’s not my style.
I could perhaps tell you instead about my day. But given that I don’t spend all of it in bars, nightclubs or in remote picturesque locations… yet still within camera shot, I don’t think it’ll interest many of you.
But for those of you that are, I did manage to catch up with Logan earlier on this week, it’s the start of the SPL, so I headed to his place, took a few beers with me, and we sat and watched his local team take on the current Scottish champions… although how they obtained it in the first place, given the display they put on, does mystify me somewhat…
Aside from that, it’s the usual mix of heading down the gym, dropping in on my brother now that he’s back from New Orleans. I actually took the time to head across to Germany for a few days, and went with some old friends for the grand prix, fantastic weekend, even if we didn’t get a German on the podium. Then back to New York.
I have to admit, I am getting more and more recognized on the streets of New York. Going for the morning paper and run is now more of a public relations exercise, than physical, but nevertheless, I wouldn’t change it.
He reaches down, and holds up a small embroidered towelette, a manga like depiction of himself on it.
(Heinrich): To the excitable Japanese trio that ambushed me on 6th Avenue earlier on today, I’d just like to say thank you for this. It’s erm… made my day!
He smiles, eyebrows raised as he chuckles in amusement, glancing over the design on it, before he places it back down, out of the camera view.
(Heinrich): Anyway, moving on…
He claps his hands onto his thighs, taking an intake of breath, as he gathers his thoughts.
(Heinrich): So, this upcoming match I’m in. I have to admit, I’m confident in saying that I’ll know what to expect from Logan and Talon, given that I’ve come up against them. Several times now in the case of Logan, and pretty much just this past month against Talon, so everything is still vivid in my mind. Of course, I’ve gone over the tapes as well, but who doesn’t? I know what’s coming, and I’m confident in my abilities.
The person I’ll be standing with, of course, well… who can truly say? He seems to want to win this one, but whether his definition of ‘winning’, is the same as mine, is probably up for debate. I honestly hadn’t expected him to actually agree to my offer of a ‘sparring’ session, and to be frank, I was kind of hoping that would be the case… but lo and behold, the other day, a very serious looking man turned up at my door. It seems a telephone call or email just won’t suffice for Senester; he has to send someone to deliver his response in person…
So, tomorrow morning, before the show, Senester and I will be doing a little sparring. Getting to know one another, and laying the groundwork for that evening. I expect to not only be thrown around that ring like a sack of potatoes, but also have a complete psychoanalysis as well by him.
I can’t wait for it.
So, to those of you watching, unfortunately that’s all I’ve got time for. I hope you enjoy Havoc tomorrow. Given my thoughts on what could occur, you’ll excuse me if I have a slight trepidation over it all…
He reaches off camera, and flicks the webcam off, as the scene fades to black.
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